Hunting Hearts

Chapter 3

The smell of bacon stirs me from my sleep and try as I might to ignore it, my stomach rumbles. My eyes slowly open, but the room is still dark, the only light being from the hallway outside. Sighing, I stretch and slide out from beneath the warm sheets, my bones cracking in protest. I start down the hallway and follow the smell, hoping it leads me to the kitchen. The hallway curves but everything looks the same; same doors, same tiled floor, same hanging lights from the ceiling. I almost walk past the kitchen until someone calls,

"Teagan! In here." I backtrack a few steps and then step down into the kitchen space. It a good size, with advanced stoves and ovens. A few shelves line the walls with different cereal boxes, spices, and other foods. A metal island sat near the stoves, with plates and silverware tucked into the shelves on the bottom. Sam is sitting at a table near the right wall eating cereal and looking at something on his laptop. Dean stands in front of the stove, cooking bacon and what looked like pancakes. Sam smiles at me as I sit down across from him, folding my hands in my lap.

"Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea?" Sam asks.

"Do you have hot chocolate?" I'd never been much of a coffee drinker.

He smiles and nods, getting up to look for some, while Dean scoops the bacon onto a plate and starts to walk over. Before he can even set it down I'm grabbing pieces and he chuckles.

"Save some for the rest of us."

I give him a smile with a mouthful of bacon. "So," I swallow, "where are we going shopping? Didn't really see any malls last night."

"Shopping?" Sam says.

"I have no clothes. But if you'd rather I'd walk around naked, that can be arranged." I tell him. He visibly whitens at the suggestion and sputters while Dean stays suspiciously quiet. I guess I can understand why, even though it was only a few years ago. The thought clears from my mind when Sam sets a steaming mug in front of me, I take it and feel the warmth seep into my fingers.

"There's a mall a couple miles east of here. We'll head out as soon as you're ready." Sam tells me, while typing away on his laptop. I only nod and take small sips of my drink.

-

I put my jeans from last night back on, but I keep Dean's shirt. When I walk back into the first room with the war table, Sam and Dean are waiting for me. Their outfits are virtually the same one from last night and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Alright, let's go." I say and we start up the stairs to the outside.

The natural sunlight is bright and I blink when I step out. I hadn't been able to see much last night because of the darkness but now I could see a massive building resting a distance away from the door. Not conspicuous at all, I thought. The leaves gathered on the ground were orange and brown with fall and a breeze scattered them down the road. I thought I'd be nice today and let Sam have the front seat, so I slid into the back and closed the car door behind me. A flash of relief lit up Sam's eyes and I could barely contain a laugh. Dean slips into the drivers seat and the Impala roars to life, vibrating underneath my legs. The radio blares and Bad Moon Rising thumps through the speakers. Sam rolls his eyes and goes to switch it when Dean bats his hand away.

"Dude, really?" Sam looks at him.

"If I've said it one I've said it a million times: Driver picks the music," He points at Sam, "shotgun shuts his cake hole."

Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes, but Dean looks in the rear view mirror and our eyes lock, mischief playing in his green eyes. Dean pulls out and we start driving, Bad Moon Rising pushing us on.

-

The mall is moderately busy, with people streaming in and out of stores. We'd been here for an hour and my hands were getting full with bags. Sam had just pulled away to the small independent bookseller so Dean and I were just wandering around. A few women looked him up and down as we walked and he sent smiles and winks their way. It was starting to annoy me, so when I spotted a Victoria's Secret store across from us I grabbed his arm and dragged him with me.

"Wait, where are we-" He stopped when we reached the entrance.

"What? I need new bras." I told him and pulled him in with me.

His mouth opens at the sight of a lacy midnight blue set displayed on a mannequin and I make a mental note of that. I start searching through the drawers but I can feel how uncomfortable he is behind me. Considering how many girls he's been with you'd think he'd be cool in a lingerie store. I shake my head, men. After grabbing a few I turn and look at him,

"I'm going to go try these on."

"I'll just wait outside then-" Dean starts but again I'm dragging him along.

When we reach the dressing rooms the attendant looks him up and down and declares, "I'm sorry ma'am but your husband will have to wait here."

"Oh we're not," Dean gestures between us. I roll my eyes and head into a room.

As I'm changing I can hear them talking. Dean says something and she laughs, and when I open the door and peek out she's got her hand on his arm. A pit of something is beginning to form in my stomach.

Why? All of that happened a while ago, you're not anything special. He can talk to he wants, and f**k who he wants. I sigh and put my original clothes back on, stepping out of the dressing room. The attendant sees me but doesn't take her hand off of his arm. My eyes narrow and I grab Dean's other arm, steering him towards the register. My mood was souring and I could tell that Dean felt a shift in me, but he didn't mention it. Sam met us outside and a grin appeared on his face when he saw where we'd walked out of.

"All done?" He asks clearly enjoying the scenarios of what happened playing in his head.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean grumbles and shoves him playfully.

"I'm done for the day if you guys want to head back." I announce, suddenly tired. 

Dean looks at me. "Okay."