Just to Get High (Part One)
Welcome my lovelies, to my new mini-series, once again just a reminder it carries on from the rest. I probably should do some stand alones, maybe some Sam ones. But I am enjoying this. It did not go at all in the direction I planned, so the storyline I was expecting to write didn’t happen, it took a different direction in part two of the five, which has left me thinking I should not let my characters do the writing. HAHA. Let me know what you think.
WORD COUNT: 1313
I was awake by 5am, unable to settle. I ended up going for
an extremely early run, attempting to shake the uneasy feeling that had
overcome me. I ran through the wooded area, it was still dark outside. This
fact alone wasn’t helping the situation, I was jumpy, nervous and agitated. I
rounded through the trees and headed back to the bunker, by the time I got back
in it was about 6:30am and the run was just starting to rise.
I walked down the steps, heading straight into the kitchen.
I grabbed a glass of juice,
‘You’re up early.’ A voice behind me observed, I turned
smiling at my boyfriend of 6 months. ‘I woke up and you weren’t there.’ He
mumbled, coming over and wrapping his arms around my waist.
‘Sorry, couldn’t sleep.’ I kissed his lips. Dean smiled at
me, mischief sparking in his eyes.
‘You could have woken me.’ He offered, I shook my head.
‘You get little sleep as it is, I am not going to wake you
when you are finally asleep soundly.’
‘You know I don’t care about that. If you’re having issues
I’d rather be there.’ He muttered, kissing my hair.
‘Don’t get too close,’ I laughed ‘I’m all sweaty.’
‘I could join you for a shower?’ his hands moving down
towards my bum, grabbing it. I contemplated it, a morning session would be
good. However, at the moment I was too distracted. Dean moved in, kissing my
jaw and neck, I pulled back.
‘I think I might just go shower, alone. Sorry baby.’ I
muttered walking into my room.
While Dean and I shared his room, my gear that I wasn’t
using regularly was still in here. I jumped through my shower, letting the heat
relax my body. Afterwards, I pulled on my hunting clothes. I considered
climbing into a pair of track pants and a hoodie and curling up until I
relaxed, but I felt that my anxiety might ease if I was prepared for anything.
I laid on my bed, putting in my earphones, cranking Avril
Lavigne. The blonde Canadian singer was my escape, followed closely by Nickelback.
While I listened to a huge range of music, everything from Tim Mcgraw and Reba
McEntire to AC/DC and Metallica, Avril’s music always helped. I closed my eyes
and concentrated on the music, the vocals. Picturing my fingers running over
the piano or the guitar. It’s been a long time since I had played her music,
the last time was at a small pub in LA.
I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t hear Dean enter
the room, he put his hand on my arm, I wasn’t expecting it and with my high
anxiety I counter attacked his action, ripping his arm off, twisting it, I went to jump up
into a defensive stance.
‘WOAH! Hey Y/N!’ Dean yelled at me.
‘Crap, Dean’ I took a few deep breaths, ‘I am so sorry. I
wasn’t expecting it.’ I could feel tears in my eyes.
‘It’s ok. What’s going on?’
‘Is your arm ok?’ I asked ignoring his question.
‘It’s fine, what’s going on?’ He repeated, sitting on my
bed, pulling me down next to him.
‘Nothing. I am just unsettled, a bit freaked out. That’s
all.’ He looked at me puzzled and concerned.
‘I think it’s just a matter of too much in too short a time.
Not enough time to zone out and feel normal.’ I looked at him sighing. He knew
what I was referring too. We had been extremely busy these past few months,
it’s been case after case. When we get back to the bunker, we have one or two
days and we are off again. He nodded,
‘Are you sleeping well?’ he asked quietly.
‘Define well?’ I asked with a small laughed, he had his
answer. There had been little sleep the past few weeks.
‘Want me to call Cas? Maybe he can help.’ I shook my head,
‘No it’s fine. This too shall pass.’ I said softly, he
rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. ‘I just need to distract myself.’ I rolled
my head, causing my neck to crack. ‘Until I can figure out what is causing it
anyway.’ I added, Dean looked puzzled.
‘It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last that I feel
like this.’ I explained ‘It is usually when I miss something in a case, or
there is something happening and I am not picking up on it. My sub-conscious is
in overdrive and I apparently am not listening.’ I smiled
‘Yeah, you are stubborn like that.’ Dean winked at me. I
stuck my tongue out at him. ‘So, what do you do to feel normal?’ he asked,
curiosity showing on his face.
‘Music.’ I replied simply. ‘Dance, sing, play, listen the
whole lot.’ Dean smiled at me, I knew he was thinking of Vegas.
‘Guitar.’ He replied, I nodded. ‘You are welcome to use
‘Thanks.’ I replied, I had thought of it, but felt bad it
was one of the few possessions he had. ‘I had thought of buying one at some
point.’ I said quietly.
‘What’s stopped you?’ he asked. ‘I doubt it’s money.’ I was
lucky to have worked before becoming a hunter. My parents also had money before
they passed away, so I had a nice inheritance to fall back on. Knowing my
career choice, and the fact that I wasn’t going to earn an income from it I had
invested the lot. It gave a decent regular income. Once I worked out I was
going to stick around I gave the boys access to my accounts. Help reduce some
felonies in their lives. Although they still hustle occasionally for fun, we
mostly rely on my money.
‘Time.’ I sighed, laying back onto the bed. Dean laid back
with me, rolling onto his side, he played with my hair. I just closed my eyes
and laid there.
I knew that it wasn’t so much how many cases we had dealt
with recently. It wasn’t new for me, in fact it wasn’t the worst amount we have
had. I put my headphones back in, turning on my iPod, Avril’s- Give You What
You Like filled my ears, and I closed my eyes again. Dean stayed next to me, I
could feel him watching me so I blocked it out. I always felt self-conscious when
he did that. He was one who would sit and stare for hours, studying me. He told
me once, it was so he would never forget. He wanted to memorise every part of
me. It was rather ominous and unsettling, but I got what he was saying. Time
for a hunter is short, either of us could go at any point. You make the most of
the time you have, the stolen moments, enjoy the peaceful times. File everything
for you don’t forget a single detail.
I find it amusing, what we share is deep, to the point some
would call it soul mates. We could read each other like an open book. We knew
what the other needed, space, food, time, sleep. It came naturally. My heart
fluttered when he was near, and when I thought of him. But it had moved beyond
the sexual tension, it is something that it hard to describe, I could for part
of our relationship but the rest is beyond words. And yet we still have never
said the ‘L’ word. Love we feel it, we show it, we experience it, and we don’t
say it. I don’t know why. I guess it makes it final then. The relationship is
solid, unending. A commitment that is hard to break. It puts that added stress
on each other, if something was to happen and one of us lost the other. It
would be unbearable.