Dean & Ruby

[Dean Winchester]

Dean suddenly found the whole situation funny and he couldn't hold back his light chuckle. He opened his eyes and gave her a once over, looking at her nice curves that showed through her clothes.

[ruby]

Allix pulled up her jeans that showed off her curves very nicely, as did her shirt. ‘What?’
She turned and pulled a brown leather belt out of her bag then looked back to Dean waiting for him to answer she threaded it through the loops of her jeans then strapped her knife back to her thigh over her jeans.

[Dean Winchester]

‘Nothing, it's just you strippin' for me in the candlelight. It's romantic, it really is.’ Dean said with his smirk and watched as Allix’s fine fingers threaded the belt through the loops of her jeans, holding in a groan that threatened to fall off his lips. Damn Allix for being the only one that could do this to him.

[ruby]

Allix smirked at the obvious sarcasm in his voice, walked over in front of him and leant down. Facing him, she put one hand on each knee, leaned toward his face and spoke with equal sarcasm. ‘Well, sorry to disappoint you Dean, but I can't spend all night in here suckin' your dick for ya. Got work to do you know?’ she said and winked at him.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean gave her his trademark smartass smirk when she winked at him. ‘Cute. C'mere let's check that jaw out.’ he said and fought to get images out of his head. ‘It looked like your own stitching is doing alright. I’ll keep an eye on them for you if you like.’

[ruby]

She nodded and straddled the edge of the tub next to him, one leg in the tub, one on the floor so she could face him better.
‘So you were looking,’ she said with a smirk of her own. She tilted her head towards the candle for him to check and she gave a smile.
‘Yeah, Bobby taught me,’ she said referring to her stitching skills. Allix looked into Dean’s face, watching the concentration on his face from the corners of her eyes; how she stayed away for so long she had no idea, but she didn’t want to anymore, no matter how wrong this seemed to be.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean grabbed her chin gently, turning it from side to side, studying her jaw lines in the flickering light. Dean reached his fingers behind her neck to trace her jaw on each side with his thumbs, sliding them from her chin to the hinge of her jaw and back again. He felt a necklace on her neck, but he passed it without actually realising it was there, he was too busy absorbed with the young woman in his hands. It was more caressing that he was doing, and he couldn’t help it. Her skin was so soft under his rough fingers, but he did fell something odd about her jaw, and he stroked there a bit softer.

[ruby]

Dean's rough calloused thumbs running along the smooth skin of her jaw, while his fingers held her neck was more than she could handle.
Allix couldn't help it. Closing her eyes she leaned into his touch and sighed, actually sighed.
Then she realized what she did. Her eyes shot open, she hoped he didn't notice. It took only a second for her to realize that he would have.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean noticed and he hid a smile and laugh, but his eyebrow did rise a little. Dean tipped Allix's face so he could see the bruise rising up along her left jaw. He leaned closer, thumb tracing gently along the bruise as his face dipped close to her ear.

[ruby]

Allix felt her mouth go dry and she swallowed.
She knew he knew because he had a look on his face like he was trying not to laugh, and he had his eyebrows risen at her.
‘Sorry, runnin' on no sleep here.’ It was the first thing she could come up with. She was pretty sure Dean wouldn’t believe it; hell she didn't even believe it and she bit her bottom lip.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean spoke softly into Allix’s ear, ‘Yeah, I know the feeling.’ He smiled when he saw Allix trap her lower lip in between her teeth. He sat back with a sigh. ‘Well you jaw's slightly cracked on the left side, as long as you avoid getting hit there again in the near future it'll heal.’ He lowered his hands, and looked her dead in the eye. ‘It was wrong for him to hit you, you know?’

[ruby]

Dean's soft voice caused a shiver to run down Allix’s spine. When Allix spoke she had what could've have been sadness in her eyes. ‘I know. But I handled him.’
Before Dean could speak again she got up and went for her socks and boots, after pulling them on she shrugged her brown jacked back on. She looked at Dean cheerfully. ‘Let's go kill some demons.’

[Dean Winchester]

Dean chuckled and stood, heading down stairs to Bobby and Sam.
‘Never thought you to be the one that would want to be excited about hunting.’ he said. Sam and Bobby were waiting, salt lining all the windows and doors and Dean gave them a smile.
‘Ok Allix, lets see what you brought,’ Bobby said. Dean turned to Allix and gave a cheeky grin, curious as to what this young girl would have a handbag full of pepper spray sounded close to what he was thinking, and the three of them moved to the table to see.

[ruby]

Allix walked toward the desk and hoisted the large duffle on top with a 'thud’ as the three men moved toward the desk and crowded around the bag to watch. Allix began to unload the bag, naming the items as she handed them off to the men to layout beside the desk. ‘Ok. I've got a sawed-off, and a pump action.’ She cocked it once just for emphasis, then handed it to Dean with a smile. ‘Rock salt rounds, about seven rosaries, little bit of holy water.’ She shook the canteen and listened to the small amount of liquid slosh inside before she handed it off to Sam and continued. ‘Salt, rope, iron, brass and silver blades, possession charms, a .45-which is mine.’ She made eye contact with Sam and Dean making sure they knew to stay away from her gun.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, while Sam just raised his eyebrows in silent understanding.

((didnt know what to post xD))