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Adult ++
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4
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1,967
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Chapter Two
Chapter Two
His voice sounding like pure sex, "I would definitely like to try that... Among other things."
Since there were only a couple of hunters at another table and Ellen at the bar cleaning some glasses, she leaned
forwards and lightly kissed him… and he started kissing back. His hands touching her face as if she was a precious stone.
"Hey Winchester! This isn't a make out bar. Why don't you take it some where else?” Ellen said with a glare.
They pulled apart reluctantly. Dean caught Willow blushing and she looked down looking very shy. Dean smiled. She was
beautiful when she blushed. Then, she froze. Winchester. Ellen had said Winchester. That name sounded so familiar.
"You're John Winchester's son?"
Surprised, Dean asked, "You knew my dad?"
"He came by Watcher’s Headquarters’ in Cleveland asking for some help locating a demon he was after. I was the one that
talked with him the most. He talked a lot about his sons, Sam and Dean. It never occurred to me that you could be
the Dean that was talking about until Ellen said your last name." Willow explained.
Looking at him, she realized he seemed quieter when she mentioned John.
“Oh Goddess, please don’t let him be dead.”
When John was at Headquarters’, they spent a lot of time together searching for the demon he was after. They had gotten
close in a father/daughter way. She cried when he told her how Mary died and how him and his sons were hunting it. She had
joined his cause. After he had left, she continued to search for the demon.
Dean was hesitant in telling her about his dad, but it seemed like she was close to his father. “My father died." Dean told
her. He could see a few tears falling from her eyes. He hated telling her this.
"How?" Willow said in a small voice. She couldn't believe John was dead.
"He died by saving my life." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. He looked at Willow and he could see she was
devastated by his father's death.
"I'm sorry." Willow said to him. She could tell he was broken by his father's death and trying to hide his feelings.
"Not you're fault. Mine actually." He told her. She was shocked when he said that.
"Why would it be your fault?" She asked him. She was curious as to how John's death would be Dean's fault.
So, he explained to her about how the colt was the only thing that could kill the demon, how the demon wanted the colt, the
car accident, how close he was to death, about his out of body experience at the hospital, how his dad traded the colt for
Dean's life, and how after his dad made the deal that Sam found him dead in his hospital room.
He looked at Willow and just waited for a reaction.
"Oh." Willow said in a small voice.
"Yeah." He took a long drink.
"How are you taking it?" Willow asked him. The way John described Dean, she knew he kept his feeling to himself so he didn’t
worry anyone.
"Angry. Sad. Pissed off. I mean why? Why the hell did he trade his life for mine?!"
"I think he was tired of hunting the demon and wanted to be with your mother." Willow told him. Remembering a conversation that
she and John had had. "He wanted you to live and take care of Sam. He loved you both very much." He just nodded when she done talking.
"So where are you staying?" He asked, wanting to change the subject.
"The Palmers Hotel. It's about five minutes down the road."
"That's where Sam and I are staying at." He wanted to make love to her and didn’t understand why. He never makes love, other women
he just wants to fuck.
He looked at the clock. 1:00am. He was surprised at how long he and Willow had been talking. When he had arrived at the Roadhouse
it was about 10:00.
"You need a lift?" He asked praying she was going to say yes.
"Yeah I could use a ride. I left my car at the hotel." Willow said smiling to him. She saw Dean stand up and hold out his hand to
her. She took it and stood up herself. They looked in each other eyes. Dean turned towards the door still holding her hand.
Walking out the door, Willow was going to ask him which car was his when he beat her to it.
"It's the black Impala." Dean said pointing to the car. They let go of each other and walked towards the car. Willow led the way
and Dean following behind her, taking his keys from his pocket.
Turning her around so they faced each other, he looked straight into Willow's eyes for a second before leaning in to kiss her hard.
Willow arms went around his neck. God he’s a good kisser, I could just kiss him all night long.
Dean heard Willow moan and smirked. He drew apart from her and Willow pouted at the loss of contact. He went for her neck. His hands
roamed over her breast. Willow moaned again wanted him to touch her. She pulled him closer her hands tangling in his hair.
"More." Willow said breathlessly.
Dean glanced at Willow and her face was red.
"I think we should get to the hotel first before we have anymore fun." He kissed her one more time and opened the door for her. She
got into the passenger seat and closed the door. He sighed and twirled the keys on his finger, while walking to the drivers seat. He
got in and started the engine. He looked at Willow and smiled at her. He took her hand in his and said, "Well let's go have some fun."
His voice sounding like pure sex, "I would definitely like to try that... Among other things."
Since there were only a couple of hunters at another table and Ellen at the bar cleaning some glasses, she leaned
forwards and lightly kissed him… and he started kissing back. His hands touching her face as if she was a precious stone.
"Hey Winchester! This isn't a make out bar. Why don't you take it some where else?” Ellen said with a glare.
They pulled apart reluctantly. Dean caught Willow blushing and she looked down looking very shy. Dean smiled. She was
beautiful when she blushed. Then, she froze. Winchester. Ellen had said Winchester. That name sounded so familiar.
"You're John Winchester's son?"
Surprised, Dean asked, "You knew my dad?"
"He came by Watcher’s Headquarters’ in Cleveland asking for some help locating a demon he was after. I was the one that
talked with him the most. He talked a lot about his sons, Sam and Dean. It never occurred to me that you could be
the Dean that was talking about until Ellen said your last name." Willow explained.
Looking at him, she realized he seemed quieter when she mentioned John.
“Oh Goddess, please don’t let him be dead.”
When John was at Headquarters’, they spent a lot of time together searching for the demon he was after. They had gotten
close in a father/daughter way. She cried when he told her how Mary died and how him and his sons were hunting it. She had
joined his cause. After he had left, she continued to search for the demon.
Dean was hesitant in telling her about his dad, but it seemed like she was close to his father. “My father died." Dean told
her. He could see a few tears falling from her eyes. He hated telling her this.
"How?" Willow said in a small voice. She couldn't believe John was dead.
"He died by saving my life." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. He looked at Willow and he could see she was
devastated by his father's death.
"I'm sorry." Willow said to him. She could tell he was broken by his father's death and trying to hide his feelings.
"Not you're fault. Mine actually." He told her. She was shocked when he said that.
"Why would it be your fault?" She asked him. She was curious as to how John's death would be Dean's fault.
So, he explained to her about how the colt was the only thing that could kill the demon, how the demon wanted the colt, the
car accident, how close he was to death, about his out of body experience at the hospital, how his dad traded the colt for
Dean's life, and how after his dad made the deal that Sam found him dead in his hospital room.
He looked at Willow and just waited for a reaction.
"Oh." Willow said in a small voice.
"Yeah." He took a long drink.
"How are you taking it?" Willow asked him. The way John described Dean, she knew he kept his feeling to himself so he didn’t
worry anyone.
"Angry. Sad. Pissed off. I mean why? Why the hell did he trade his life for mine?!"
"I think he was tired of hunting the demon and wanted to be with your mother." Willow told him. Remembering a conversation that
she and John had had. "He wanted you to live and take care of Sam. He loved you both very much." He just nodded when she done talking.
"So where are you staying?" He asked, wanting to change the subject.
"The Palmers Hotel. It's about five minutes down the road."
"That's where Sam and I are staying at." He wanted to make love to her and didn’t understand why. He never makes love, other women
he just wants to fuck.
He looked at the clock. 1:00am. He was surprised at how long he and Willow had been talking. When he had arrived at the Roadhouse
it was about 10:00.
"You need a lift?" He asked praying she was going to say yes.
"Yeah I could use a ride. I left my car at the hotel." Willow said smiling to him. She saw Dean stand up and hold out his hand to
her. She took it and stood up herself. They looked in each other eyes. Dean turned towards the door still holding her hand.
Walking out the door, Willow was going to ask him which car was his when he beat her to it.
"It's the black Impala." Dean said pointing to the car. They let go of each other and walked towards the car. Willow led the way
and Dean following behind her, taking his keys from his pocket.
Turning her around so they faced each other, he looked straight into Willow's eyes for a second before leaning in to kiss her hard.
Willow arms went around his neck. God he’s a good kisser, I could just kiss him all night long.
Dean heard Willow moan and smirked. He drew apart from her and Willow pouted at the loss of contact. He went for her neck. His hands
roamed over her breast. Willow moaned again wanted him to touch her. She pulled him closer her hands tangling in his hair.
"More." Willow said breathlessly.
Dean glanced at Willow and her face was red.
"I think we should get to the hotel first before we have anymore fun." He kissed her one more time and opened the door for her. She
got into the passenger seat and closed the door. He sighed and twirled the keys on his finger, while walking to the drivers seat. He
got in and started the engine. He looked at Willow and smiled at her. He took her hand in his and said, "Well let's go have some fun."