Take me away - Chapter one
Dean laid in the cheap motel's plaid couch, while listening to what Sam had found out about their latest investigation.
'' I was on a random site when... '' started Sam, while he was stretching his arm to clutch his computer.
''Dude, I don't want know the details'' interrupted Dean, as he rose his hand in the air and tilt his head down, faking to retch.
'' Oh Come Dean. I wasn't on a porno site. In fact, it's more your favourite kind of pastimes than mine.'' replied Sam, rolling his eyes, before letting out a sigh of lassitude.
''Don't be bitchy, Sammy.'' said Dean, before a roguish grin slightly emerge on the corner of his lips.
'' Do you want to know what I found out or you just want to sit in this ugly couch for the rest of the day?'' asked Sam, looking Dean in the eyes with irritation, as he pulled the nearest chair toward him.
'' Go for it Sam, unleash all the knowledge of the universe on me. '' said Dean , tilting his head backward, with wide-open arms, before bursting into a great laughter.
''If you remember...'' started Sam, as he typed on his computer keyboard.
''Yeah, yeah, cut to the point where your brainy ass brags about what he's founded.'' replied Dean, walking in the direction of his brother, after he got off the couch.
'' For the past two days, I have tried to connect the children disappearances to some baseline and as I was searching a little bit more about the town history, I stumbled on this orphanage site. It's called The Angels' arms.'' described Sam, turning the screen as for Dean to see what internet page was up.
''These freaking angels are everywhere aren't they?'' said Dean, as it spilled out of his mouth.
''So, all three kids abducted for the past month dwelled under the Orphanage roof until someone... or something took them away.'' continued Sam, before rising his eyes upon Dean, who was standing over his brother's shoulder.
''Do we have any leads on this kidnapper-freak?'' asked Dean, bending frontwards to have a better look at the screen.
''No, but we could go there and take a look around to see if someone recalls seeing something odd or strange in the past few weeks.'' proposed Sam, closing his computer and putting it aside on the table.
''Ok, so this means that we could go out tonight?'' deduced Dean, as a wide beam manifested on his face, looking forward to have some good time and maybe pick up some hot chick.
''You go ahead, I'll go check at the town library if I can find more information about this orphanage and its origins.'' replied Sam, standing up before putting his coat, as Dean ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
When Dean entered in the bar, the lighting was subdued and few people were at the counter. Immediately, his eyes found the barmaid, but for once, she was not that hot - actually, he wasn't even sure if she was a she. For a moment, he was disappointed that his trip to the bar would end without a little roll in the hay, and took a seat do order a drink.
''What can I get for you hun'?'' asked the barmaid, with a seductive voice, while bending forward to let Dean have a good look on her cleavage.
''What can you do with some Whiskey?'' replied Dean, smiling because of how the woman was acting - at least he was sure now that she was not a dude.
''I can do a lot of things... a Dirty Irish Whiskey, a Hot Whiskey, a Whiskey Highball...'' answered the barmaid, a dirty smirk on her face.
''Hum, I'll just take a whiskey on the rocks please'' said Dean, holding a laughter.
''Here'' said the woman, handing over the drink to Dean, before winking at him.
For only answer, he just smile back to the barmaid before leaving the counter and moving towards a table in the back corner of the bar. Minutes went by and after his third drink, Dean thought that it was maybe the time for him to return at the motel room. Simultaneously, the tintinnabulation of the entrance bell came to Dean's ear, drawing his attention to the door. A woman entered in the bar, shaking his head gently to remove the snow from her long chocolate wavy hair. She greeted the barmaid with the gesture of her hand, before removing his white trench coat off her. Her body had the rights curves at the right places. Dean glanced at her little tight pants derriere and try to not look creepy, as he was gazing her intensively. Dean congratulated himself for coming into this particular bar on this night. After a minute, he drank his whiskey in one shot, making his throat burn a little bit as the fiery liquid got all down, and walked towards the woman who just made her entrance. He put his hand on the counter and sat on the chair next to the lady. He replaced his leather jacket before stroking his jaw with uneasiness. Few seconds later, he bit his lower lip and turned his face towards the woman, but unexpectedly, she was the first to start the conversation.
''Hey'' said shyly the girl, tilting his head on the side as a sign of welcome.
''I'm Dean'' said Dean, before making appear his best seduction asset: his breathtaking smile.
''I'm Casey'' answered back the girl, a light grin on her face.
At this moment, Dean saw a spark in her eyes that seemed to remind him of something but couldn't put the finger on it. He looked right through Casey's clear turquoise eyes and had a strange feeling.
''It's funny because I can't even ask you if you're new in this town'' said Casey, a glow of amusement in her voice.
''How come?'' asked Dean, with his deep voice.
''I'm new myself. It has been only one month that I've moved in.'' explained Casey, with such a beautiful voice that Dean almost melted - and this behaviour on Dean didn't occur frequently.
''Can I buy you a drink?'' asked Dean.
''No thanks, I'm about to start my shift, but I appreciate it.'' replied Casey, as she threw a amazing smile to Dean, making appear a little dimple on the right side of her face.
''Do you have some plans after?'' asked Dean, recovering all his confidence.
''Would you like to take a drink at my apartment after?'' asked Casey, suddenly overly timid by her offer, that had slipped out of her mind.
''Sure, at what time would I need to come back?'' said Dean, very pleased.
''I finish at 2 o'clock in the morning.'' answered Casey, hoping that it would not be too late for the young man.
''Perfect. I'll see you then.'' replied Dean, as he touched gently Casey's thigh as a goodbye.
Casey though that she might pass out so she stood up, waved at Dean and went to change herself into the bar uniform.
''Sorry for the mess'' said Casey, while holding her apartment door open for Dean to go in.
''Don't worry, I think I'm worst than you when it comes to cleaning.'' responded Dean, taking of his leather coat and placing it on the top of the couch.
''Do you want a beer?'' asked Casey, opening the lights before walking in direction of her kitchen.
''I'll never say no to a beer'' replied Dean, looking around.
The hole apartment was creating an atmosphere of warmth and cosiness. The living room had one beige couch and one leather armchair. In the middle of it was a rug of Indian style and a little coffee table. Also, the walls were painted with a dark chocolate brown and on them were hanging some beautiful - and some odd - works of art. When Casey returned in the room, a beer in the hand, Dean noticed the little uniform on her. She was wearing a short black skirt with a tight green t-shirt. Her hair were coming down to her hips, framing his green-bluish eyes. The only minor to her face was that her nose was slightly crooked. As Dean realised that he was fixing her stupidly, he started the conversation.
''Thanks'' replied Dean, taking the beer Casey was holding to him.
''So... where do you come from?'' asked Casey, after she sat on the armchair.
''Let say a little bit from everywhere of the USA'' said Dean with a cryptic smile, as he sat down on the couch.
''Oh I get it, you like to play it Mister mysterious with the girls.'' said Casey, getting her shoes off and putting her feet on the coffee table.
''If you insist I was born in Kansas, Lawrence.'' answered Dean, somewhat surprise by his honesty.
''I'm from Texas, Cameron, and before you ask it, yes I used to dress like a little cowgirl when I was in my teenage years. I got all the looks: the boots and the hat.'' said Casey, before taking a sip from her beer.
''That should have been interesting.'' said Dean, smiling. ''How come did you end up in Galesburg?''
''That's kind of a long story.'' said Casey.
''We have all night long'' replied Dean, putting his arms one the top of the couch, on each side of his body.
''At twenty years old, I was at Austin University. I was studying hard to achieve my degree in physics...'' started Casey.
''Wait, you have a major in physics?'' asked Dean, flabbergasted.
''Yeah'' answered Casey, very humble.
''I fell a little bit stupid where.'' said Dean.
''I'm sure you aren't. That doesn't mean because I've graduated with a physics class that I am smarted then you'' said Casey, almost offended by Dean's comment.
''So you were talking about Austin University...'' said Dean, trying to make the conversation come back to Casey's story.
''And my boyfriend wanted me to follow him in LA, because he was in a rock band - he thought that maybe his career would go better there. Unfortunately for us, some institute proposed me a job and it was in Idaho. I could not refuse the invitation so I explained him why I had to go there but he didn't want to understand. He shoved me against the wall and yelled that I had destroy his future, our future.'' said Casey, airily. ''According to the police record, I was found unconscious on the floor, all beat-up, after my boyfriend had left the crime scene. I was in the coma for about 2 years. Somehow, my father wasn't able to pull the plug and let me go. Miraculously, I had woken up two months ago.''
''That's okay, I generally do this effect on people.'' responded Casey, after a brief moment of silence, while getting on her feet.
''He was definitely a son of a bitch to do this to you.'' said Dean, straightforward.
''Do you want another beer?'' asked Casey after a while, because she had been caught off guard with Dean's reaction.
''I think I'll be fine, thanks.'' murmured Dean, as he got off the couch and came next to Casey.
There was only few feet between them and Dean could see a glance of panic and excitement in Casey's eyes. The atmosphere around them became suddenly heavy and Dean rose his hand to caress gently Casey's soft cheekbones. Again, Dean saw something in Casey's eyes should have made him remember something but nothing came into Dean's mind. He was overly focused on Casey's shivers.
''Casey?'' said Dean, worried.
''Yes?'' said Casey, as she trembled once more.
''You can tell me if you do not want this.'' said Dean, with his voice deep voice, trying to reassure Casey that he would not harm her.
In the blink of an eye, Casey threw herself in Dean's arm, crashing her lips against Dean's. Dean responded to the kiss very quickly. As they were kissing, Dean was caressing Casey's delicate body, moving one of his hands up and down her back and the other stroking avidly her hair. When Casey broke first their kiss, Dean took his breath and the perfume that emanated from her hair almost drove him crazy. He instantly nuzzled Casey's neck, with her incredible odour surrounding him. Dean pulled Casey to move closer and closer to him, wanting desperately her hands all over him. His body was aching for her electric touch, her intoxicating smell, her marvellous eyes. First, Casey timidly put her hands on Dean's lower back but rapidly clutched his shirt with desire. Each kisses that Dean ardently dropped on Casey's neck, made her sigh with pleasure, making her want more. Dean's lips were playing along with Casey's soft skin, just underneath her ear. As he kissed this particular place, Dean felt Casey's legs quiver, making her breath more rapidly. Dean smiled - he always knew how to find a woman's sweet spot. At the same moment, Casey grabbed fiercely his shoulders, unable to control herself. Feeling Casey's impatience, Dean wanted to play with her a little bit.
He pinned her intensely on the nearest wall and pressed his body against hers. As he held her with one hand, the other hand moved from Casey's shoulder to her hips. His shivering hand finished his course on her perfect little ass, making it press against his groin. Now that he knew Casey was waiting for his next move, he lifted up his head, looking straight in her eyes. The tenderness into them made Dean shudder. He barely knew her but she already was able to make him loose his mind. As she leaned forward to kiss Dean, he moved back, making her sigh of disappointment. Pleased with her reaction, he studied Casey's lips, making the wait last longer. Her pink swollen lips seemed heaven to Dean. He tilted his head towards Casey's, stopping his lips just before reaching hers. As Dean felt the irregular breath of Casey on his face, her tight hands on his back and her breast pressed on his upper body, he was unable to retain any longer his profound urge. Deans lips collided against Casey's, moving rhythmically together, at first nibbling, licking and finally kissing fervently. As Casey opened slightly his mouth, Dean did the same, allowing each other's tongue to play, twist and curl with pleasure.
''Ahh De-Dean.'' moaned Casey, out of breath.
As Casey let out her complain of exhilaration, Dean felt his groin get harder and their breathing heavier and more unsteady. Casey slowly slid her hands down on Dean's belt, trying to get rid of it, unsuccessfully.
''Let me do it'' said Dean, softly, as he unbuckled his jeans.
In the mean while, Casey managed to get off her shirt, letting Dean glance at her gorgeous breast. He rapidly threw his jeans on the side, and jump on Casey, as the powerful lion on his delicate prey, kissing and touching the divine curves of her bosom. Casey was gripping fiercely his derriere, moving her hands, playing with it. At this moment, Dean heard a light moan from Casey, feeling her breathing eagerly, and just wanted to throw her on the bed... but actually did even know where her bedroom was - that was quite clever.
As she had read in Dean's mind, she clutched Dean's back, pulling him against her body, kissing him even more passionately, and made them move towards some unknown place. As they reach a door, she opened it, pushed him in and took away Dean's old rusty shirt. Unwilling to be controlled by the lady, Dean grabbed Casey by the wrists and shoved her carefully on the bed. As he approached, put his hands on Casey's thigh to spread them - and noticed that she still had her jeans on - and lean over to kiss her. Casey was stroking Dean's hair, but more softly. At the time, Dean was sure he had heard a sob from Casey. He could now feel her tears moistening his own cheeks and taste the salty liquid, mixing up with their saliva. Instantly, he stopped the kiss and moved back, alarmed, an hand suddenly tightening Casey's shoulder to reassure her. He looked her in the eyes and saw pain and sadness. Dean's panic grew even more and gently took her head between his two wide hands.
''I am so sorry Dean'' said Casey, weeping.
''Fuck Casey! don't be sorry.'' replied Dean, gazing right throw her damped eyes. ''What's wrong? Tell me please!''
''When you shoved me on the bed...'' started Casey, blubbering.
''Oh my god... Casey, I am such an idiot.'' said Dean, shaking his head.
''It's okay...'' said Casey, before giving a soft kiss on Dean's lips.
At this moment, Dean knew what he had to do. He pulled the sheets and covered up Casey, before climbing in the bed, on the other side. As he cross his arm on Casey's belly and clinch her from behind, he kissed gently her neck.
''Don't leave me, please.'' said Casey, while clutched Dean's hand.
''Not tonight.'' said Dean, aware that he couldn't make promises that he would not respect.