These boots and those boots on that shore of this river. Wandering boots that have known more roads, beaches, mountains, and far off earth than they ever thought possible. Follow the boots. They know the way.
Requested: Yes Prompt: 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” with Dean Winchester Summary: A vampire hunt goes off tracks. Word Count: 1000
You unzipped your black leather jacket and settled it on the back of the bar stool, knowing you had the full attention of your target. He was a vampire that had drawn your attention by his pattern of seducing women and leading them to their deaths. As you revealed your bare shoulders, you fought the chill that crept up your spine at the intense feeling of being watched. You watched him make his way towards you from your peripheral vision. You pretended not to notice him as you smiled at the bartender.
“What can I get for you?” the older man asked as he tossed his bar rag over his shoulder.
“I’ll just have a cold beer,” you answered politely.
“You sound like my kind of woman,” a deep, smooth voice chuckled from your right. You turned and eyed the man with feigned interest. “Do you mind if I join you, darling?” he asked. You batted your eyes lashes and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes skim over him. He was tall and lean, but you didn’t doubt he was strong.
“I don’t mind at all,” you smirked and leaned forward on the bar, revealing more cleavage. His dark eyes honed in on the movement. You couldn’t help but smile as he fell for your bait. Now all you had to do was lead him outside and snap the trap.
The bartender popped the top on a beer and set it in front of you. You picked it up and took a long swig, relishing the cold liquid as it slid down your throat. He grinned and never took his eyes off you as he sipped from his own beer.
“Open a tab, anything this lady wants, is on me,” he told the old man who nodded and walked away.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you placed a hand on his firm bicep. He simply waved his hand dismissively and took another sip.
“A woman as lovely as you, shouldn’t have to pay for drinks,” he hit on you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his mock chivalry. You played along and kept conversation headed in the right direction. You told him everything he would want to hear. You had no family, you were out here alone looking for work, and no one knew you were here. It made you a perfect target. As the conversation turned personal, he slipped his hand across your thigh. You startled slightly as you heard glass shatter from across the bar. You raised a brow and scanned the crowd to see Dean glaring at the back of the vampire’s head. You couldn’t help but shake your head.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested as he slid his hand towards your hip. You smiled flirtatiously.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you smirked your red lips and stood up. You pulled your jacket off the chair and in a fluid motion, you put it on and threw a wink at him. He smirked and led you by your hand out of the bar. You spared a glance back at Sam and Dean to see them move forward.
Instead of leading you to the parking lot, like you expected, he led you around the building to the grimy, shadowed side. He pushed you against the wall and smashed his mouth against yours. Your mind spun as you were caught off guard. You expected him to take you to an abandoned place, like he had with all his other victims. His hands explored your body, and you felt violated by his touch. One of his cold, dead hands slipped into your hair while the other jerked your leg around his waist.
“I haven’t wanted a woman like I want you before,” he growled softly into your ear. You felt another disturb chill. “I think I’ll keep you,” he added, his voice growing rougher. When he pulled back, you saw the row of razor sharp teeth in his mouth. Your eyes widened and you shoved against him with all your strength. He stumbled back, taken off guard. With some space, you entered into a fighting stance. He sneered and lunged forward at you. You dodged and with a quick movement, pulled out the silver knife that you kept tucked in your boot.
“A hunter!?” he growled. “I’ll make a pet out of you,” he sneered before surging forward again. He tackled you to the ground and you brought your knife up between the two of you. Before you could make the killing cut, his head rolled off to the left and his dark blood splattered all over you.
“Eww,” you groaned and pushed his limp corpse off of you. You looked up to see Dean holding a machete now covered in blood. He looked worried and you wanted to roll your eyes. “I totally had him,” you complained as you took Dean’s offered hand. You frowned at the blood that smeared over your cheek.
“He was all over you,” Dean frowned as he started to walk away.
“Wait a minute,” you grabbed his wrist. “Are you jealous, Dean Winchester?” you teased. He rolled his eyes and faster than you could blink, his hands were buried in your hair and his lips were on yours. The kiss was passionate and made your knees tremble. When he pulled away, his green eyes met yours and he smiled at the breathless state he left you in.
“I’m not jealous,” he answered. “I’m protective,” he smirked. You remembered exactly why you fell for him in the first place.
“Would you two please just get in the car?” Sam asked. You looked over at the tall man who had already seated himself in the passenger’s seat. You shook your head to clear away the remaining daze from Dean’s kiss and made your way to the black Chevy Impala that had become your home in the last few months.