DeanxReader: Worry

"Damn it." Dean cursed under his breath, struggling to loosen the chains.

Sam grunted as the chains pulled against him from Dean's struggling. "That's not helping Dean."

"What do you expect me to do? Just sit here and wait for that bastard to get back?" Dean looked over his shoulder, trying to see his brother. The two had been tracking down a werewolf and had found that it was using this warehouse to hide. When they arrived, they found it and had managed to kill it. However, it turned out that it hadn't been working alone. The boys found this out when they were ambushed and knocked out. When they came to, they found themselves chained to this pillar. "I can't believe there was another one."

"It's not like we could have known, they must have been switching off which one was out at a time so there was only ever one thing reported."

"Good guess but you'd be wrong." A male voice called as a figure entered the building. The man was six feet tall with short cut brown hair and bright green eyes. He was dressed in a tight white shirt and jeans. "My brother, that you killed," he growled out the word, "never hurt anyone. I did all of the hunting so both of us could survive. My brother was innocent."

"Innocent, right?" Dean rolled his eyes. "He still ate what you brought home didn't he?"

The man growled and kicked Dean's stomach hard, causing him to cough violently and bend forward. "Shut up, you bastard!" The man turned and walked a few steps away. "I'm going to make you both suffer, you'll pay for killing my brother."

"Good job Dean, make him more angry." Sam mumbled under his breath.

"Couldn't just sit here and say nothing." Dean answered, his voice a bit gruff from the kick. Above them there was a quick flash of something by the hole in the roof. Dean glanced up and looked for the source, but saw nothing there.

"Now let's start." The man turned to face the boys, his eyes glowing yellow in the dark. His body shifted a bit as he started to change forms.

A shadow fell silently behind him. "Yes, let's start." A female voice said from behind the werewolf. He spun around but it was too late. A single shot rang out before it's body fell to the ground dead. You grinned, blowing pretend smoke from your pistol. "Well that was fun." You slipped the pistol into your back waistband before walking over to the two boys that were staring at you with slightly gaping mouths.

Dean blinked at you. "(N-Name)."

You kneeled down next to the lock for the chains. "Good to see you still remember me Dean." You pulled your lock picks out and started on the lock. It had been a few months since you last ran across the brothers during a hunt.

"How could he forget? Last time we saw you, you hit Dean for getting distracted on a hunt by a girl." Sam chuckled. "That turned out to be the witch target."

Dean groaned. "Can we stop bringing up that story already?"

"Aw why? It's such a good one." You teased as the lock popped open. "There we go." You removed the lock and pulled the chains off of them.

Sam stood up, rubbing his abs where the chains pressed against earlier. "Thanks for the help. How did you know we were here?"

"Bobby. He was worried, though he'll probably never admit it, when he didn't hear from you two. I was near by so he called me to come check up on things. Good thing I did."

"We could've handled it." Dean mumbled as he stood up.

You rolled your eyes. "Sure Dean."

"Well thanks for the save (Name)." Dean rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

"Don't mention it. Now let's get out of here and call Bobby." You lead the boys out of the warehouse. After calling Bobby and telling him that everyone was fine, the boys invited you back to their hotel to catch up with one another.

"So that's about it." You concluded, leaning back on your hands as you sat on one of the beds in the room.

"Damn you've been busy." Dean commented, sitting on the edge of the other bed closest to you. "And you did all that by yourself. Kind of reckless..."

"You're one to talk Dean, you're always running headlong into trouble." Sam added from his seat at the table where his laptop was propped up as he searched for any cases nearby. The hunters life; there was rarely any downtime.

Dean picked up his keys from the bedside table and tossed them at Sam, who thankfully caught them before they hit him or his computer. "Sam, pie."

Sam stared at his old brother. "You have to be kidding me. It's ten at night and you want pie?"

"I think after everything I've been through tonight, I deserve pie. And some beers too."

"Oh fine." Sam stood up holding the keys. "I'll be back in a bit." He left the hotel room, shutting the door behind him. Silence fell over the room until you finally couldn't take it.

"So what's wrong Dean?" Dean raised an eyebrow at you. "Don't give me that look. I might not have seen you for a while, but I know you well enough to know something's wrong. You're never this quiet and you just gave Sam the keys to your car."

Dean looked away. "It was kind of hard to hear all the cases you did by yourself."

"Why? Because I was able to do it by myself?"

"That's part of it." Dean sighed. "It makes me worry about you." You blinked at him. "Damn it." He stood up and grabbed your arm yanking you to your feet. Before you could ask him what he was doing, his lips crashed onto yours. You stiffened for a moment before melting into the kiss and pressing your lips against his. Dean wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss intensified. When you both finally broke apart, your cheeks were bright red and you were panting lightly.

"W-what was that for?" You stuttered, looking up into Dean's enchanting green eyes.

"Can't I kiss the girl I like?" Dean grinned a bit but it didn't quite reach his eyes, as he searched your eyes for something.

You smiled, feeling your heart warm. "Only if you mean more than a one night stand."

"Here let me answer that." Dean yanked you close, kissing you hard and you quickly kissed him back. You both had a lot of catching up to do after all.

Sam entered the room with the food. "I got the..." The words died on his lips as he saw Dean pinning you to the bed and kissing you. Sam put the food on the table and quickly grabbed his laptop before rushing out of the room. Looks like he was going to have to get his own hotel room. Hopefully they had one far away from this one so he wouldn't have to hear more of the noises that were already coming out from the room behind him. He did want to get some sleep tonight...