It was early in the morning when Dean sat down on the edge of Juliet’s bed, jarring her from her light sleep. By now six months had passed since Juliet met the Winchesters. The most recent chaotic hunt they were on was in
“Wake up sexy,” he said with a smile. He called her that from time to time when Sam was either asleep or not around. It made Juliet laugh, Dean liked to make her laugh. She was reluctant to get up; her sleep hadn’t exactly been peaceful, Dean had noticed. He understood but if she wanted any chance at getting any hot water for a shower she had to wake up before Sam. A smile formed on Dean’s face when he thought about Sam who was sitting, once again, with his face glued to the keyboard. He’d have marks on his face from the keys. Dean couldn’t wait until he woke up. She let out another moan and covered her face with the pillow, pulling the blanket over her head and Dean laughed. Both Dean and Juliet were going stir crazy, trapped in their hotel room. Dean couldn’t believe his brother, trapping him in a room with a beautiful girl and expecting Dean not to act on his natural urges. Sam knew nothing of what went on in the hotel room when he was gone, those things stayed between Dean and Juliet, but they had definitely grown closer in the past month or so, since Sam ran off on Dean. It was nothing sexual, no not anything like that. He remembered when it started.
It was the third day they had been stuck in a hotel room unable to go anywhere. Juliet was sitting staring out the window, even though she couldn’t see anything. Dean had just gotten out of his shower to find that half his clothes were missing, Juliet had taken them. She heard the door open and turned towards the bathroom with a smile on her face. “Where’d ya put my shirt?”
“What shirt,” she asked with an innocent smile on her face.
Dean looked and saw it in her hands behind her. She heard him move and jumped out of her chair, backing away from him. Dean followed and before long Juliet had her back against the wall. She was holding the shirt, moving it around so Dean couldn’t get to it. Finally he grabbed both her arms and pressed against her so she couldn’t move. Without even thinking he leaned forward and kissed her. She dropped the t-shirt instantly and smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was as if that was what she was hoping for the whole time.
Shortly after that Dean discovered her true weakness. “Don’t make me climb in there and make you get up,” Dean said with a laugh. That was what made Dean and Juliet different from Dean and any other woman he had ever known. Sure he had been affectionate with other women, but that was all sexual. There was a touch of that with him and Juliet but he was more playfully affectionate with Juliet, mostly just joking around. It had happened more than once though that Sam has woken him up after Dean had fallen asleep with Juliet. Dean wasn’t sure why Sam always woke him up? Did Sam have a problem with it? It’s not like they were having sex. They just fell asleep. If they were to have sex they’d send Sammy somewhere else. Dean wouldn’t do that though. Juliet was one of the only beautiful women that Dean hadn’t tried to get in bed. That’s not to say he wouldn’t if the opportunity arose, because he would. He would take that opportunity in a heartbeat. He looked down at the girl who hadn’t moved and sighed, standing up slowly. “Fine, you brought this on yourself,” he said with a smile.
Dean walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to her. Juliet was quite possibly the most ticklish person on the planet; Dean found that out quickly being locked in a room with her for a week with Sam gone for hours at a time. He learned a lot of things about Juliet locked in the room with her. He didn’t make his move, no not just yet. He wanted to give her a false sense of security so Dean simply lay on his side next to her and waited for her to lean back against him, which she always did. Didn’t she get what Dean was going to do by now? Finally the moment was right. Her small body pressed up against his. For a moment Dean’s eyes rolled back. That’s why she always did it. It was Dean’s weakness, feeling her body pressed up against his. He loved it when she did that. With one fatal moved and a poke to her side he got her squirming to get away, only making Dean latch onto her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back to him. She let out a yelp that was mixed with loud laughter and Dean swore he heard Sam move. He covered her mouth with his hand and leaned forward, he was right by her ear. “Shh,” he whispered. “You’ll wake it up.” He laughed and looked down at her. Without even realizing it or realizing it too late Dean wasn’t sure, he had kissed her neck lightly, nipping at it playfully. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Juliet always managed to smell so good. She didn’t say anything, she simply smiled. It was their little secret, and it was all Sam’s fault. She laughed and shook her head. Dean loved that smile. Juliet had this smile that was contagious. That day at Bobby’s after he’d taken the tire iron to his car, all she had to do was smile and it told him everything would be all right. He hated it when she didn’t smile. She stood by Dean’s side in the hospital when his father died, tears falling down her face. Dean remembered the look in her eyes. Then when they burned his body, she stood between both Sam and Dean holding each of their hands. Every once in a while she would squeeze Dean’s to let him know she was there. He wondered if she did the same for Sam. Now, he hated to see her sad, but that didn’t actually mean he hated to see her angry. He loved to see her angry. See when she was angry she’d yell and she’d get right in your face. Simply put, she was hot when she was pissed. He would sometimes piss her off intentionally, just to see her angry. Now though she was smiling, therefore so was Dean.
Finally she got out of bed and Dean moved over, climbing out of the bed as well. “Get goin’ hot stuff,” he said with a smile. As he walked passed her, he smacked her backside with a laugh.
“Do that again and you’ll lose that hand Dean Winchester,” she snapped with a smile. “Besides you’re brother sitting right there. We can’t,” she said with a teasing smile while looking through her bag for some clothes.
Dean simply rolled his eyes and fell back on his bed. “Yeah, yeah, promises. Now get that pretty little ass in there before Sammy beats you to it.” He heard her sigh and imagined she was rolling her eyes but he wasn’t really looking. She walked passed him and his eyes followed her, as they usually did though she never knew. She really did have a pretty little ass. Not that it was important, nor would he say that… well that wasn’t true, he just did. Once she was in the shower he heard Sam wake up and Dean just took in a sharp breath. “Damn,” he said with a sigh. “Why haven’t I gotten some of that yet? Oh yeah, Mr. Morality won’t let me,” he said looking at his brother who had finally sat up. Sure enough there were little red marks all over his face where the keys had been. Dean tried to hold back the laughing and bottle it up inside, but laughter was harder to bottle up than anger and he let it roar. “Nice.”
“Haha,” Sam said in his usual annoyed morning voice. Sam was less of a morning person than Dean. “Dean,” he sighed. “Seriously, the girl saved your life Dean. You could try to behave yourself a little bit.”
“Me,” Dean said sitting up and pointing towards the closed bathroom door. “Me? What about her, strutting around this hotel room with that beautiful body? I mean the way her hips shake when she… not the point. What about her? She’s the one teasing me. Walking into the bathroom while I’m in the shower, with the excuse that she can cause she’s blind. She doesn’t do that to you Sammy. She wants me I’m tellin’ ya.”
“Dean,” Sam said with a sigh. “You’re just saying that cause you’ve been stuck in the room this whole time with her. I mean she can’t be that irresistible, she wears your clothes half the time, it’s not like she’s walking about the room naked.”
“She could, I would have no issues with that Sam. Maybe we should suggest it to her. Hey Jules-” he began.
“DEAN!”
“What,” he said with his innocent smirk. “Seriously Sam, it doesn’t matter what she wears, she’s hot and she knows it and she knows I know she knows.” Dean paused for a moment, he had confused himself again. He shook his head and looked back at his brother. “So why haven’t I gotten some of that? That gorgeous beautiful… gah,” He said sounding rather frustrated. “Oh yeah, cause you say it wouldn’t be right. I’d be taking advantage of her. You can’t take advantage of someone who throws themselves at you, unless they’re drunk, but Jules doesn’t drink. So, where’s the problem? Huh?”
“Feel better now Dean?”
“No, not really. I’d feel better with her under-”
“DEAN!” Sam interrupted knowing where that was going and not wanting to hear it. Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. “Seriously, get over it.”
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Dean opened his eyes reluctantly; it was pitch black outside. He sighed and sat up only to find a heavy weight on his chest. Dean looked down, praying it wasn’t Sam. To his surprise it was Juliet, curled up next to him on the floor with her head on his chest. Why Juliet was laying on him? Didn’t Sam have a problem with that? Dean sighed and sat up slowly. He picked her up and put her on the bed, covering her up. Dean looked over at Sam then down at Juliet. If Sam had such a problem with them, he could just get over it. Dean felt safer the closer he was to this girl. Dean felt like he didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders when he was near her. When Sam ran off after Dean told him what John had said all Dean had was Jules. That was really when they got the closest. Juliet was by Dean’s side the whole time, except when Dean was kidnapped by Gordon. Dean had silently wondered if Gordon knew about Juliet and if he did, why he didn’t try and kill her. He sighed and looked down at the sleeping girl. She was so beautiful. Dean wondered if that’s what his father saw when he looked at their mother. That was diving into feelings he didn’t think he wanted to admit about Juliet though. He wasn’t ready for something like that.
Still, it was like she was calling to him, lying there silently like that. So he sighed and climbed in next to her and pulling her close to him, so she rested her head on his chest once more. There weren’t really words to what he was feeling at that moment. It just felt, right, like this was the way it was supposed to be; Juliet curled up in his protective arms. He looked down at her sleeping form and sighed. Dean ran his fingers through her hair as he closed his eyes. It was then that his father’s words rang in his head. Kill them? He might have to kill them, both of them? Dean wasn’t sure if he could do that. He liked to think he’d do anything for Sam, but he wasn’t sure if he could kill Jules, he also knew he couldn’t kill Sam. What was he supposed to do? Everything was getting way too out of hand. Why was it all so complicated? Why did he have to be burdened with this? How could his father have done that to his own son? It wasn’t right. No one should have that kind of weight thrown on their shoulders.
“Dean,” Juliet’s soft voice whispered. It was barely audible but Dean heard it, he always heard her.
He looked down when he saw her stir and smiled at her. After a moment he remembered that he couldn’t see it. Dean never really pitied Juliet’s lack of sight. She was so strong without sight, she didn’t need pity. He felt bad though that she had once been able to see him, clear as day, and now she couldn’t. There wasn’t much Dean could do about that, but it was true. He sat up slowly as she sat up and stretched. Juliet climbed out of bed and walked over to the small refrigerator that they had in the room. It was filled with soda and beer. She took a soda (she wasn’t conscious enough for beer yet) and sat down in the chair, pulling her legs up to her chest. Her wardrobe nowadays was a strange one. At night she wore some random t-shirt she had pulled out of Dean’s bag and a pair of flannel pajama pants that belonged to Sam, instead of her own clothes. . Needless to say the pants were about a foot too long for her, even rolled up at the waist about ten times. She had one pair of jeans for the day and wore Dean’s shirts most of the time. “Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean said with a laugh. He watched as she smiled and laughed as well. Dean got up and grabbed a beer before sitting across the table and glanced down at his cell phone to check the time. It was four thirty in the morning. “You okay?” She nodded, but Dean knew better than that. Why would anyone be up this early? Sam was on occasion but not tonight.
Juliet sighed and looked down. “Can’t sleep,” she whispered.
Dean looked over at her and was silent for a long time. Finally he got up and walked over to her, crouching down in front of her and brushing her brown hair out of her face. “Jules,” he whispered looking up into her beautiful sightless eyes. “Jules has he talked to you?” Dean didn’t want to bring it up but he had noticed Juliet’s increasing inability to sleep lately. He looked up at her and saw the fear in her eyes, the tears. Oh no, no tears. Dean hated her tears. He brushed them away and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her. She set the can of soda down and leaned into him, moving from the chair to the floor on her knees in his arms. Dean simply held her there, rocking her back and forth. He held her the way she had held him when their father died. It was his turn to be there for her. “Jules, what did he say?”
Juliet leaned back but didn’t look at Dean even though Dean knew she could look him straight in the eyes if she wanted to. “Lies,” she whispered. The way she said it though told Dean she wasn’t sure. “That I should leave. That I make it harder for you. He said that I should go home because I make it hard for you. You have enough of a burden with keeping an eye on Sam, Dean. I’m only making it worse. I’m distracting you from what you should be doing. I’m not meant to be a hunter like you Dean.”
“Juliet, don’t you ever listen to those lies. I would have been dead long ago if it weren’t for you,” he whispered resting his forehead against her, cupping her small face in his hands. “You… you hold me together Jules. I can’t even think of what I might have done to Sam by now if it weren’t for you.” He sighed and held her close. “Jules, you belong here, with me, with Sam. That is where you belong.” Dean wiped her tears away with his thumbs and smiled at her. “Listen to me, listen to me. This is where you belong, Juliet. You don’t have to worry about my burdens. They’re my burdens and I’ve learned to live with them. I will do anything for you and Sammy, you understand me. You’re included in that.” He sighed and shook his head. Dean looked back towards Sam to see if he was still asleep. His brother could not under any circumstances hear what Dean was about to say to this girl. “Look, Juliet, I would die for you.” He stopped; his mind racing. Did he really just tell her that? Did he say those words out loud, not only admitting them to himself but her as well? “I won’t ever let anything happen to you or Sam.” He held her close as she cried, rocking her back and forth. “Shh,” he whispered. He held her back for a moment and pushed her hair out of her face before pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers.
The kiss was unlike any Dean had given a woman. There was his usual charming, passionate kiss when he was with a woman. Then there was the angry heated one that he had with Cassie, but this with Juliet was something completely different. It was scared and desperate for something tangible, for something he could hold on to. It was desperate to know that Juliet was real and what he was feeling was real and not something he was imagining. He could feel the fear and desperation in Juliet’s kiss when she leaned forward, practically knocking him over. He could taste her tears in their kiss. His hands were shaking as they rested on her shoulders, slowly moving down to rest on her waist. When they parted it was almost as if neither of them wanted to for fear they’d wake from a dream. Dean just sat there on the floor staring at her. His heart was racing, pounding beneath his chest. “Don’t you listen to that bastard you hear me,” he whispered. “He talks to you again, you wake me up. You wake me up and I’ll be right there with you Jules, I promise.” He watched as her hand reached forward to touch his face. Only then did he realize there were tears of his own on his cheeks. She wiped them away and kissed him lightly, lingering for a moment.
“Don’t let me go,” she whispered, curling up close to him with her head against his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around her tightly as if she was slipping away and this was the only way to possibly save her. “Don’t let me go,” she pleaded with him.
“I won’t,” he whispered to her. Dean stared at the floor unsure of what had just happened between them. Did he just fall for this girl? No, he didn’t fall, he crashed… hard. Dean looked down at Juliet, trembling in his arms. She was always so strong and now she was trembling and Dean didn’t know how to fix it, but he knew that it was killing him inside to see her like this. “Don’t worry,” he whispered to her. “I got ya. You’re safe now.” Dean sighed and held her there until she had cried herself to sleep. He then picked her up and carried her over to her bed. Dean set her down and covered her up before returning to the table with his beer and staring out the window. What he didn’t know is that Sam lay in his bed staring at his brother. Sam had seen most of it. He saw the kiss; he heard his brother’s desperate voice. Dean was too lost in his thoughts to notice his brother sit up. What would things be like in the morning? This changed everything. Dean didn’t know if he could act the same around Juliet anymore, at least not with Sam around. Juliet was unlike anyone Dean knew. She was strong, fierce, and a fighter at heart, but she was also soft, and caring, and her touch was soothing. Her smile lit up a room and made Dean’s heart jump. No one, not even Cassie, had ever done that. Dean reluctantly tore his gaze from the stars to look over at Juliet asleep in her bed. She looked so peaceful. Why couldn’t she always look like that? Why couldn’t she always smile and laugh? Didn’t she deserve that as much as the next person? Dean wanted her to have that, but he didn’t know how to give it to her. He didn’t know how to be the type of person that he thought she deserved. If she left though, if she listened to that demon, Dean wasn’t sure what he would do. He wasn’t even sure if he could breathe without her anymore. Still, if it came down to it he would chose his brother over Juliet. He knew that’s what Juliet would want as well, he knew she understood. Dean just hoped it would never come down to that.
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