Hunting Hearts

Chapter 2

"Is that really you?" His voice is a bit breathless.

"As far as I'm concerned, yes, it's really me." I say.

Dean smiles. "Still got that's same sass I see."

"Still dressing like a lumberjack I see."

We stare at each other before Sam clears his threat and Dean's eyes snap to him.

"Sam, this is Teagan Bronze. Teagan, this is my brother Sam."

"We've met." I reach my hand out toward Sam, "Thanks for untying me."

"No problem." He nods and takes my hand.

"Teagan, it's really good to see you." Dean starts.

"Look, before we get into the mushy stuff, can one of you please tell me what the hell kind of night I'm having?"

Sam and Dean share a look.

Uh oh.

-

"So you're telling me, that monsters are real? Vampires, werewolves, and what else?" I cross my arms.

"All of them." Sam replies.

"Right..." I drawl, popping another fry into my mouth.

After clearing the the rest of the building where I'd been held we'd driven to a small 24 hour diner. Dean, unsurprisingly, ordered the biggest burger on the menu and I tried to hide a smile at Sam's poor excuse for a salad next to me. I got a plate of fries.

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?" I raise a brow.

"It's the truth." Sam reinforces.

I wipe my hands together, "Right, well, this had been loads of fun but I should really be going..." I move to leave but Sam doesn't move. "Hey, big boy, can you get out of the way please?"

A muscle in his jaw ticks, a habit it seems.

Sam tries, "You need to stay with us. We don't know if it came alone or-"

"Or with a nest." Dean finishes.

"A nest?" I ask incredulously. "Okay, listen. I got a really good deal on that car and I can't just leave it in a parking lot overnight. Plus I have a job. You need to let me out." I glare at Sam.

"No." It sounds final from Sam's mouth and my fists clench at my sides.

"Teagan we have a place not too far from here. It's safe and we can keep an eye on you." Dean says through a mouth full of burger.

"I can take care of myself thank you very much."

"These things are different." Dean swallows.

I glare at both of them. "Fine." I sigh. "But only if you've got the good stuff."

"We've always got the good stuff." Dean smiles.

I stretch across the table, my face within inches of Dean's. "Then lets go." I whisper, my eyes scanning Dean's face. His cheeks, his lips, and then I stop at his eyes. His pupils expanded and I swear I heard his breathing hitch.

Sam coughed, and the spell was gone. I quickly snatched a fry from Dean's plate, and laughed when he frowned.

-

The black '67 Chevy Impala roared down the dark, unlit road. Van Halen blares from the speakers and Sam shifts in the backseat, clearly uncomfortable. I'd jumped into the passenger seat before he could and I could tell he was less than pleased about being squished into the back. Sam shifted again and Dean sighed.

"Sam will you stop moving?"

He shifts again and I laugh under my breath. Dean glances over at me but when I try to meet his gaze, he quickly looks away.

We ride in silence for the rest of the way, until we stop outside a metal door in the side of a hill.

I raise a brow and turn to Dean, "This is where I'm supposed to be safe?" He grins as he and Sam get out of the car, so I sigh and follow him. Sam goes to the trunk and pulls out two large duffel bags, handing one to Dean. There's a swift breeze and it sends chills down my arms. Dean sticks a key into the lock and the door creaks open. I follow them in and whistle at what's inside.

We're at the top of an curved staircase staring at a large tiled room with a map table in the center, and old 1900's style technology.

"I had the same reaction." Dean says. I rolled my eyes.

Sam scoffs, "The first thing he did was take a shower and then talk about the water pressure."

Dean chuckles and sets his bag on the table, walking towards the next room. Multiple dark wood tables sit in the center surrounded by walls of books, and I suck in a breath. I go over to a wall and just let my fingers trail over the spines. They're old, and the wrinkles on some of the spines are plentiful. Someone coughs and I jump, I'd zoned out.

I look over at Sam, "Trust me I know." He says. I blush a little bit. I stand there and take in the room unsure of what to do next.

Dean comes in holding a beer and a bag of chips and Sam and I both shoot him a look. "What?" He asks.

"Dude," Sam breathes.

Dean just shrugs and walks to where I can only assume is his room.

Sam notices my stance. "Uh Teagan, lets go find you a room." I nod and walk a small distance behind him. The hallways are narrow and multiple doors line the walls, I almost collide into Sam's back when he stops.

"Here. You're in between Dean and I. We'll be able to get to you in case something happens."

"I thought I was supposed to be safe here." My lips quirk up.

"Just in case." Sam smiles and I give him a genuine smile in return as he disappears into the room on my left. I open the door in front of me and flip the switch on the wall. A small, but comfortable looking bed, rests against the wall and a nightstand sits to its right, a bookshelf with a couple books to the left of the bed. The dresser sat across from the bed, but its drawers were empty.

Shit, clothes. I don't even have pajamas, I groaned inwardly.

I walk back out and try to decide who to burden with this issue. I eventually turn to the door on the right and knock.

Dean's voice carries, "Come in."

"So who am I supposed to talk to about clothes?" I ask sweetly. His eyes widen with understanding.

"I guess we'll have to go get some tomorrow." He replies, a small smile on his lips, I find my eyes being drawn to them.

"Pajamas...?"

He gets up and reaches into his own dresser, pulling out a white towel. "Go take a shower and I'll put some in your room."

"Gotta see if the water pressure is up to my standards." I say and wink, turning to leave, but not before I catch the small parting of Dean's lips and the way his eyes travel the length of my body. My face heats at the thought.

-

The water pressure was definitely up to my standards and it worked most of the knots from my muscles. I used the soap to scrub the night from my body until some of my skin was raw. I dried off using the towel Dean lent me and halfway through realized that it smelled like him. Leather, pine, and salt.

Stop smelling the damn towel and just use it.

I wrap it around myself and start the walk back to my room. Both of the doors next to mine show no light on inside so I open my door and step inside. Gray sweatpants and a black short sleeved shirt. They smelled like him too. I tried to braid my hair to keep some semblance of control over it, and then crawled into the bed. The sheets were cool and the pillow was soft, I barely had time to turn off the lamp on the nightstand before I was asleep.