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Together; Again - (2/?)

Title: Together; Again
Author: madpsychogirl
Pairing: Dean/Jamie
A/N: Sequel to Together; Alone.

Beta'd by the amazing willoweese

Enjoy :)

Chapter One

“Dean,” Jamie whispered, not trusting her eyes.

She watched him raise his hand in a wave; an awkward motion that had her smiling in response. God, he was gorgeous, just as he had been when he left, although he looked exhausted. His shoulders seemed to slump slightly and there was a distinct shadow across his features that she just couldn’t place. But then he smiled at her, and it seemed to light up his face. She remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the way he winked at her while he worked one of his lines. She remembered the way his face moved as he frowned, and the softness of his voice when he whispered to her after they’d made love. She remembered everything.

For two months she’d fought to control her feelings for Dean. Now, though, they all hit at once.
She knew it was crazy, but the one night they’d spent together had felt more than a random hook-up to her. The fact that he was a hunter fascinated her. It gave Dean a sense of mystery. Danger. But it also made her care about him a whole lot more. He saved people every day, with no real benefit for himself. He lost so much, but kept on fighting. Jamie wanted to be the selfish part of his life. She wanted him to see that he was worth something; that someone believed in him besides his brother. That someone could love him.

Just as the lights flicked to green, Dean pointed at the store. Nodding, Jamie pulled forward, desperately attempting to maintain control over her breathing. Was this even possible, or was she going insane? Only this morning she’d been wondering where in the country he might be and, now, there he was, standing right in front of her. Here in Marshfield. What the hell was she going to say to him?


What the hell am I going to say to her?

Dean could not believe his luck. It was her, it was really her, and now she’d pulled into the store. Dean usually had no problem speaking to women but, this time, he actually felt nervous.

Random hook ups rarely warranted a second meeting, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d actually had feelings for the girl after. He really wasn‘t as shallow as Sam thought he was sometimes; he was simply practical. How could he let himself fall for a girl when he had to lie to her to protect her? Sam had done the same with Jess, and look how that had turned out. If Dean was honest with himself, he couldn’t deal with the pain. He’d lost too much already, that letting himself fall in love over and over again would be too much to bear. Looking after his brother as well as himself took up enough of his soul. It wasn’t safe to bring a woman into this life. Letting them think it was possible would just make things worse. They wouldn’t understand. So by acting like he didn’t care, he protected them by sacrificing his own happiness. Simple.

Jamie had been different from the beginning. She’d understood; his job, his life, she recognised how important it all was, which just made the entire situation worse. That acceptance meant that there was a possibility she would want to stay, to be a part of that life, a part of his life, regardless of the danger. For so long, he’d tried to tell himself he couldn’t do that. He’d kept his heart distant from anything close to a relationship to protect himself as well as the woman involved. And as much as it scared him to admit it, his feelings for Jamie had long since taken over his fears of keeping her at a distance.

Striding across the road, Dean swallowed hard and scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, needed to say to her, only none of them seemed adequate.

She looked amazing. Just like the first time he‘d seen her, her long blonde hair touched her shoulders and swayed in the wind. She leant against the car waiting for him, her smile lighting her face. He could remember details about her that he’d never seemed fascinated with before. Like the way she giggled when he kissed her neck, or the fact she had freckles on her hip that he couldn’t help but brush his lips against.

With those thoughts running through his mind, and the way she was looking at him, Dean didn’t even know what to say to her. So, he decided on the first thing that made sense.


He could smell her coconut body scrub; that smell had driven him crazy the entire night he’d been with her. He’d covered her in kisses, just to get another taste, another smile. He closed his eyes, fought the urge to groan right then and there. It worked, for all of a few seconds, until she giggled at his greeting. With that, the urge became too strong; he couldn’t control the groan, which elicited yet another giggle from Jamie. Smooth, Dean. Smooth.

“How are you?” she asked with a smile, taking a step forward. She wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug, narrowly avoiding the coffee cups stacked in Dean’s hand. As she pulled away, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“How are you?” he repeated dumbly, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe it. Since when did Dean Winchester stutter like a teenager faced with a beautiful girl for the first time? “I mean, what are you doing all the way out here in Marshfield?”

“I grew up here, still have family in the area. I thought I’d get away for a bit after what happened, you know, time for a vacation and all that. This was the first chance I could get away. Guess I picked the wrong time for that, though, huh? If you’re here?”

Dean smiled sadly, placing the coffee cups on the roof of the car. “We‘re not sure what‘s going on here at the moment, but you‘re right, it‘s nothing good.” He leant against the trunk, gently pressing his thigh against hers. Why did she have to be here? Any of the research Sammy had turned up in the last few days had involved victims that fit Jamie‘s description. It had been the reason he‘d thought of her more than usual since leaving Pennsylvania.

Jamie sighed as she looked away. “Typical. I take a week off, and the demons follow me home.”

Dean was transfixed. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jamie. There was no need to interject, to tell her it was coincidence. After everything she’d been through recently, she didn’t need to be told the demons weren’t following her specifically, that it was simply bad luck. She already knew that, and she’d tried making light of it. Dean wanted to respond in kind, wanted to laugh; problem was, they both knew it wasn’t a joke and the laugh came out nothing more than a wistful smile. He kept his eyes on hers as he softly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He’d done exactly the same as he’d watched her sleep before he’d left for Colorado, and the memory caused a wave of emotion he wasn’t expecting. Fighting back the urge to lean across and kiss her, he levelled towards the most gentleman approach he could.

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but, if I don’t get this food to Sam before it gets cold... Can we get a drink later?”

“I’d love to.” Jamie flashed yet another smile and made her way back to the driver’s side. “Meet here at five this afternoon? I know a great place we can go.”

“Sure.” Dean took the food off the roof and took a step back as she started the engine. As she pulled out of the lot, he watched her leave, forgetting, just for a moment, the main reason he was in Marshfield in the first place.
  • Current Location: Lincoln
  • Current Mood: calm calm
  • Current Music: Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway
Ah! I love it! Totally not like that Jamie fits the description of what their hunting, though. That could cause MAJOR problems! But also gives Dean a reason to be around her, huh? ;)

I can't wait to see what happens later they night when they meet up!!!

Awesome chapter! Please update soon, hun! <3
It definitely does give Dean a reason to be there :P

*giggles* I hope you enjoy the next chapter. I can't even believe I literally abandoned this story - please don't hate me!! But I'm uploading the new one now ;)

This was so cute hun!!!
I loved this:
Since when did Dean Winchester stutter like a teenager faced with a beautiful girl for the first time? “I mean, what are you doing all the way out here in Marshfield?”

Hey I am not the first to say that this cannot stop here!!!!!!!
So work work missie!