Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Kashmir ❯ 5: Follow Me Down ( Chapter 5 )

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5: Follow Me Down - The Pretty Reckless

Just like Michael said, the concoction they had given Dean had taken a couple of days to get him back to normal. He started out slowly, being able to turn his head and wiggle his fingers and toes. By the second day, he was sitting up and moving his arms and legs. While he tried to play it off, she knew that he was just as relived as she and Sam were.

Now, three days after `the incident', the hunters were going a little stir-crazy in the bunker. Dean paced anxiously while Sam scoured the web for a new case. Kat, however, was doing just about anything she could think of to keep herself busy. She was just sitting down to read another of the Men of Letters lore books when her phone rang.

“Hi Faye… what's up?”

She had only spoken with her sister once since they departed a few days before. This time, it was Faye dodging her calls and texts. She hadn't forgotten about the awkward introduction to Sam, and she would be damned if she let that go.

“Not much. Look… mom wants to know when you're bringing the boys. She's hell bent on thanking them properly for the witch hunt.”

Kat paused for a second. She hadn't thought her mother was serious about dragging the boys all the way to rural Mississippi just to thank them, but obviously she thought wrong.

“Uh… well actually… we haven't really talked about it. I didn't think she was serious.”

“Dead serious, Kat. You better be getting shit together quick before she comes back to Kansas to get all three of you. She quizzed Michael for an hour as soon as we got home about how long the cure would take to work.”

Kat heaved a heavy sigh. Looks like there's no getting out of this one.

“Fine, Faye. Tell her I'll talk to them about it tonight. I'll text you with an answer…. Oh and Faye?”

“Yea…”

She heard the uncomfortable pause in her sister's voice and decided to let her hang a moment before finishing her statement.

“You better be ready to talk to me about what happened here, in the garage, when I get back. Hope you didn't think I missed it.”

Faye sputtered on the other line. Oh how she loved to make her big sister uncomfortable. She knew Faye was trying to find a way out, but she wouldn't give her the opportunity to find an excuse.

“I mean it Faye. I'll text you once I talk to the boys. Love you… see you soon sis.”

She hung up the phone before Faye could respond.

“Talk to the boys about what?”

She turned to find Dean standing behind her, his pacing bringing him into the library as she ended her call. She stood from the table, checking the time on her phone.

“All in due time, Winchester. Now… how about we actually go somewhere to eat tonight since you're yourself again. I'm starved and tired of cooking for you two.”

He nodded his head, and she made her way back to her room, stopping to let Sam know what the plan was. Once she returned to her room, she grabbed her toiletry bag to head to the showers.

Several minutes later, she emerged and returned to her room. She thought that maybe if she could get the brothers fed, and a little alcohol in their systems, she might could convince them to go along with her mother's desire to thank them. She didn't think it would be an issue for them, but it was for her. It wasn't every day that other hunters were invited to the compound.

She heaved another heavy sigh and began rifling through her bag for something presentable to wear for dinner. Not that she really cared, but with Dean being better, they had a reason to celebrate. At least that's what she was telling herself. Besides that, she was probably going to have to resort to sweet talking the boys into coming back home with her. She began trying to formulate a plan of attack while she dressed.

Dressing was the easy part, as she didn't have many options in the bag she had packed for the witch hunt. She pulled a black lace bandeau over her breast and a long, white tank-top over her head. She paired it with her well-worn skinny jeans; miscellaneous frays and holes decorating the length of both legs. On her feet, she wore her black combat boots. Dressing is definitely the easy part.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and decided, for once, to use the extra bag Faye always managed to sneak into her luggage. She dried her long hair and prepared herself to use the wand from the bag that she had never even bother to open. Several minutes and burned fingers later, she was pleased with her handy-work. Her hair held the soft curls that fell across her shoulders well. Now for the hard part.

She stared at the rest of contents from the bag in confusion, not really sure where to begin. She took a deep breath and set to work, deciding that if she could kill monsters, she could apply makeup. Not even attempting to use any of the skin colored pallets and bottles, she went straight for her eyes. She applied a thin layer black liner around her upper and lower lashes and smudged it out to hide the imperfections. Satisfied with the liner, she applied a little mascara to her lashes. A little lip gloss on her plump lips was as brave as she was willing to go. She would have to remind herself to have Faye teach her a thing or two next time she was home.

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her musings as she stored away the makeup case. Turning toward the sound, she found Sam leaning in her doorway.

“Ready when you are, Kat.”

“Yea… ready. Just let me grab my jacket.”

He waited for her as she grabbed her leather jacket, pulling it on over her almost sheer tank-top. It was definitely the most girly thing she owned. Pulling her hair from underneath the collar, she turned to face Sam. He smiled broadly, something unnamed dancing in his eyes.

“You look good.”

Suddenly self-conscious, she didn't really know how to respond. She didn't take complements well. Opting for a grunt thrown in his direction, she made her way past him and into the hall. His muffled laugh followed her. She would definitely need a stiff drink to make it through tonight.

Making her way down the hall, toward the garage, she stopped short as Dean emerged from his room. She couldn't help it. Even after the time she spent with him over the last few days, she was still not completely immune to his presence. She glanced over his appearance, deciding that she liked the unofficial uniform of his thin gray t-shirt underneath his open button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. As her eyes ascended the column of his throat to his face, she blushed heavily realizing she had been caught ogling him. She had no idea that he hadn't noticed her reaction at all, having been too consumed with his own thoughts of her.

Sam broke the awkward bubble surrounding them as he cleared his throat saying they should probably head out. Dean and Kat both nodded, shaking their very similar thoughts from their heads as they followed Sam to the Impala. Dean took his standard place as driver while Kat slid into the back and Sam took shotgun. The ride to the small bar and grill, while short, was filled with an awkward silence. She was trying desperately to come up with a way to breach the subject of bringing the brothers home.

After making their way into the small bar that Dean swore had the best burgers around, they found a booth close to the bar and sat down. Sam sat on one side while Dean sat on the other, making her choose who she sat next to. Without putting much thought into it, she slid into the booth next to Dean. Again the look in Sam's eyes made her glance around impatiently searching for a waiter, ready to order a drink.

A few minutes after they sat down, the waiter was at their table to take their drink orders. After the boys ordered, instead of ordering her usual beer, she ordered a glass of whiskey, earning a stare from the brothers. She tried to calm herself, thinking of the best way to begin. She couldn't for the life of her understand why she was so nervous.

Thankfully, Sam broke the awkward silence, making small talk until the food was ordered. By the time their meals came out, she had begun to relax as they finished the second round of drinks. Laughter and conversation flowed easily now and she figured there was no time like the present to clue the brothers in on her mother's wishes.

“Ok. Ok… look guys, I have a… proposition for you.”

Both brothers eyed her suspiciously, Dean leaned away from her to be able to regard her fully. Neither spoke as they waited for her to continue.

“Faye called today. Apparently mother is insisting that the two of you come home with me for a few days. She wants to thank you for your help with the hunt.”

“Oh yea. I had forgotten that she said something about that in the garage. When is she expecting us?”

Sam surprised her yet again. Of course, she had also forgotten that part of the conversation… what with her mother mentioning future grandchildren to the younger Winchester.

“As soon as possible actually. If y'all can't I understand. I'm sure she won't be too disappointed.”

“Of course we can… right Sammy? I mean it's not like we have any jobs lined up. Besides, it would be interesting to see how this family of yours works.”

To say she was relieved would be an understatement. She beamed at the brothers excitedly before downing the rest of her drink and slamming the glass on to the table for emphasis.

“Then it's decided. I'll tell Faye to let mom know. Are y'all good to leave tomorrow? She gets kinda impatient.”

Sam and Dean agreed, and just like that, the massive weight on her shoulders disappeared. Jokes and conversation passed easily between their small group. Mostly, there were questions about her family and how they worked. She made a mental note to discuss with Dean the way Sam casually brought up Faye. She could feel her matchmaker senses tingling.

A few hours later, she found herself fairly intoxicated, along with both brothers. Apparently, the bar Dean had chosen for dinner also served as the local karaoke hangout. Although she would never admit it sober, she had always loved karaoke and would perform anytime she was given the chance. She liked to think that if she wasn't a hunter, she would be a singer for some band somewhere, performing all over the world. For her, karaoke was the next best thing.

With that last thought in mind, she quietly excused herself from the table without hinting to the Winchesters where she was going. She quickly signed up with the DJ to perform, and as the last song ended, she took her place on stage. She spotted their table and, to her relief, neither of the brothers had noticed what she was up to. As the opening rifts blared through the speakers of the bar she prepared herself.

Since I met you I've been crazy

Since I've been with you I've been lost

You make everything seem hazy

Love comes with such a cost

She sent a sly smile over to their table as she did her best Taylor Momsen impression. She had their attention now. As she belted out the lyrics, she crooked her finger in Dean's direction, motioning him to come closer to the stage.

He got up slowly, making his was to her. He sat at a pub table next to the stage as she began the chorus. She shed her jacket, leaving her in only her sheer tank, and tossed it towards him. As he caught the jacket, she climbed down from the low stage and made her way to him. When she reached him, she lightly placed one hand on his thigh as she continued her performance.

Nights avoiding things unholy

Your hand slips across my skin

I go down on you so slowly

Don't confess none of your sins

As she continued the song, he felt like her hands were everywhere. One slid across his chest and over his arm, traveling down to stop where his hand rested on his thigh. He was completely hypnotized by her. As she whispered the final chorus into the mic, she pressed herself closer to him, her breath ghosting across his jaw and throat. And as the last chords rang through the speakers, she pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss.

He couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to. One hand gripped her hips in place, between his thighs, while the other fisted in her long hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as her fingers gripped his biceps like a lifeline. The whistles and cat-calls from the crowd pulled them from each other, panting. The grin that spread across his face, as he took her hand and lead her back to their booth, set her blood on fire. She had no idea where her sudden boldness had come from, but she wasn't complaining.

Sam stared openly at them as they took their seats. A blush spread hotly across her cheeks. Apparently Dean wasn't at all embarrassed by her littler performance. As soon as they sat down, his arm draped heavily around her bare shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Once again, it was Sam to the rescue, breaking the silence that fell over the table as the next singer took the stage.

“Didn't realize you could sing.”

Kat just laughed. She made a metal note to do something nice for the younger brother to thank him for making things less awkward between Dean and herself.

“There's a lot you boys don't know about me. I like to surprise people.”

“I'd say so.”

While his words were innocent, his deep voice pared with his grip around her shoulders spoke to what he left unsaid. A shiver ran down her spine, her mind flashing to the dream she had only a week prior. Shit.

The rest of the night was uneventful for the most part. Drinks were had and jokes were made. All the while, Dean never released her from his grasp. She didn't mind one bit.

They called it a night close to midnight, seeing that they had a solid twelve-hour drive to Mississippi the next day. She staggered as she stood from the booth. She had drunk more than she had intended, but she was too happy to care.

They made their way back to the Impala to drive back to the bunker. Dean hadn't pulled out of the parking lot by the time she was passed out in the backseat. He eyed her from the rearview as he drove. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on.

Sure she was pretty, funny, and into his music, but there was something else. His thoughts drifted back to when he had first seen her that night. It was all he could do not to pull her into his bedroom and refuse to let her leave. The kiss they had shared at the bar did nothing to stop that desire.

He was pulled from his thoughts too soon as they arrived back at the bunker. He climbed out of the driver seat and leaned in the back to wake her up. As she climbed out of the car, she stumbled, leaning into him for support. Without thinking, he pulled her up into his arms and carried her to her room. As he placed her on her feet inside, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her nose in his neck.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips as he felt her place feather light kisses against his throat. On any other night, with any other girl, Dean Winchester would already have her between the sheets, but this was different. He didn't want it to happen like this, not with her. He pulled away from her, snickering softly at her pout. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Goodnight, Kat. Thanks again for tonight.”

“Pleasure was mine, Winchester.”

She pulled him back for another mind numbing kiss. Just like in her dream, they fought for dominance in a battle of lips, tongue, and teeth. He broke away from her as she took a breath and kissed her softly once more.

“Not tonight.”

“Yea… wait `till I'm sober.”

She rolled her eyes at him and he couldn't help but laugh. He made his way back to her door, before addressing her once more.

“Night, Kat.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Her door closed with a soft click. She fell back on her bed with a giddy smile plastered across her face. It was close to one in the morning and she knew Faye would murder her if she woke her at this hour. She settled for a quick text to let her know that they would be leaving in the morning. After the text was sent, she settled in for sleep. She wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or Dean's kiss, but she knew she would sleep better that night than she had in a long time.