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Fic: Another Kind of Trap
Title Another Kind of Trap (10/?)
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serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
"So I'm thinking about moving to St. Louis," Cassie said. "Roger's been offered a residency at Washington University. I've been sending my articles and resume out to different papers. Haven't heard anything yet, but.... You're not even listening anymore, are you?"
"Huh?" Dean looked away from the door. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair he was in. "I'm sorry, what?"
Cassie shook her head. Her eyes rolled and she smiled an exasperated sort of smile that Dean vividly recalled. "You haven't heard a word I've said for the past fifteen minutes."
Crap. Although, she didn't seem angry, at least. Still, never a good idea, not listening to Cassie. She was... formidable.
He rubbed his eyes. Grabbed a pillow from the bed; his chest and back were beginning to hurt. Probably time to lie back down. "Sorry. Just... I'm wondering where Rachel went. If she just went for coffee, no way she should be this long."
"Didn't she say she was going to see Sam? Maybe she's with him," Cassie suggested.
"Maybe." He fidgeted with the pillow. Shifted in his seat. "Anyway, sorry. You were saying?"
"It's okay. How about you talk now? I think I've been monopolizing the conversation."
Dean waved his hand in front of him and shook his head. "Naw, it's fine. So, how is Robert anyway?"
"Roger, and, as I said, he's doing fine." Cassie cocked her head. "Tell me about Rachel?"
"She's not here." He knew he was whining, but he was in pain and it hurt to breathe and without Rachel here, he was cut out of the loop. He wanted to know what was going on. And he hadn't gotten to say hi to her properly that morning.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"What? No. No, she's not. I mean... no. Not my girlfriend." He shook his head. And then twisted his wedding ring around his finger.
Cassie saw it. Her eyes widened. "Holy crap, she's your wife?"
"Cassie!" Dean hissed. He glanced at the door, then leaned closer to her. The movement brought a knifing pain to his chest. He winced. "No, not really. But Sam made a marriage license for us for some reason, and the hospital thinks we are. And the insurance company." He shrugged. "She's hella rich, and Sam and me don't exactly have the money to cover all the medical costs."
"And that's the only reason you and she are pretending to be married." Her voice held a world of doubt.
He wasn't going to blush. That wasn't his thing. But he couldn't shrug, either, so he just said, "It's complicated."
"Things are with you, aren't they?"
He rolled his eyes. Putting the pillow back on the bed, he eased himself out of the chair. "We met working on a case. She helped us out, we helped her out. Went back a few months later and worked together again."
"She knows about that... ghost stuff?"
"Yeah. Family's been in the business for years." He climbed back into bed. His heart was throbbing in an attempt to pound with exertion. So fucking weak, Goddamn it.
"She's pretty."
Fucking gorgeous, but he wasn't going to get into semantics. Instead, he cocked his head to the side--didn't hurt as much as a shrug--and said, "I guess."
She had one of those knowing smiles on her face, all superior and stuff. The way women get when they think they know something. The kind of smile that Dean fucking hated. "Dean Winchester not notice a pretty girl? Stop the presses, the world is coming to an end."
"Very funny, Cassie. You are hilarious." He was breathing all heavy. Sweating, too. And it was definitely naptime.
"You better make sure she knows that there's nothing left between us," Cassie said. "She looked flustered earlier. Upset. I wouldn't want her to think..."
"No reason why she should be upset," Dean said.
"Does she know you like her?"
"Cassie..."
"Dean." Cassie leaned forward and took his hand. "Look, I know you like to think you're some great Casanova and everything, but the fact is, you're not very good with women. You flirted like mad with me, but I was the one who had to finally make the first move."
"You did not."
She laughed. "Did too. You never would have asked me out had I not mentioned how much I'd been dying to see "Jaws" on the big screen. And then you stepped up, just like I'd intended, and asked me out. Finally."
"That is not the way it happened."
"That is totally the way it happened, darling. You had to be led into the relationship, which was fine, only it doesn't look like Rachel gets that. So I'm telling you now, you better make sure that girl knows how crazy you are about her." She raised her eyebrows and leaned in. "You are crazy about her, right?"
Dean closed his eyes. "Cassie..."
"Lunchtime!" Nurse Rose announced cheerily, bustling into the room. She clicked her tongue almost right away. "Now, Dean, you don't look very good. What's the matter, honey?"
He sighed. Let his hand drop from his eyes. "I'm fine. Sore. Sat too long, that's all."
"That's not good. You can't go overtaxing yourself, young man. Not with a family to support."
He blinked at her. "A family?"
She just smiled and set about writing his vitals on his chart as the orderly set up his lunch tray.
"I should go." Cassie rose and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "Think about what I said, Dean."
"I will," he promised. "Thanks for coming."
"I'll be back tomorrow before I leave to say good-bye." She smiled, grabbed her purse, and left.
"Old girlfriend?" Rose asked once Cassie was gone.
Dean sighed. He clicked his morphine wand. He'd lasted the whole morning without a hit, but he really needed one now. "Yeah, she is. Do you know where Rachel is? I haven't seen her all morning."
"I think she's with your brother. Ran out of here all upset." She looked at Dean accusingly.
He thought about turning his charm on her, but it took too much effort. Instead, he reached for the phone and dialed Sam's number.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, it's me. Send Rachel back down."
"She already left. Went to see Dad."
"No, she's not supposed to see Dad. Remember? The... thing?" He shot a glance at Rose, who was now filling up his water pitcher.
"We might have found something."
"Yeah. So she went to try it out right now?"
"Well, no, but... I tried to tell her not to go, but she didn't listen. She was all upset about something." He paused a beat. "What happened with Cassie?"
Crap. "Uh, nothing. We talked. Well, she did. Said something about her boyfriend Robert getting a job somewhere and moving or something. Why didn't you go with her?"
"Uh." Sam stuttered a minute. "Um. Well, uh. Things were weird between us this morning."
"Why?"
"I *really* don't want to talk about it."
"What's going on, Sam?" Sam was always so easy to read. When he got that tone of voice, he was hiding something because he was afraid of Dean's reaction. Problem was, and the thing Sam never seemed to get, was hiding it just made everything worse.
"Dean..."
"Just tell me."
Sam sighed. Then cleared his throat. "I sort of had a dream about Rachel this morning."
"Like one of those dreams? Like she's in danger? Did you tell her? What happened? What..."
"No, not like that. Not like she was in danger." Guilt. Heavy, heavy guilt.
What the...
Oh.
He cleared his throat. "You had..." Again, he looked at Rose. She was almost done, so he waited until she smiled, patted him on the head, and left. Then, lowering his voice to a hiss, he said, "You had a sex dream about my girl?"
"Okay, first, she's not your girl until *she* actually knows that she's your girl, dude. You seriously have got to tell her how you feel, because she's so insecure about it, it's pathetic."
"Sam..."
"*Tell her*."
"Why are you having sex dreams about her?"
Sam snorted. "I have no idea."
Dean frowned. "What, you're saying you don't think she's attractive or something?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No!"
"Then why are you asking?"
"I don't .... Do you want her?"
"I don't think so. I think of her as a sister, I swear, Dean. Even when we first met, and I thought she was pretty, she still fell into that platonic category. And not just because the two of you were sparking like mad from the very first second."
"Were not."
"Whatever, dude. Anyway, I'm weirded out by this, okay? I don't want to think of her in that way. It'd be like... like thinking about you like that."
"Hey, I happen to be a very attractive man. Even to other men."
"Do you really want to get into this, or is it the morphine talking?"
He thought about it. "A little of both."
"I'll be down later, okay? They gotta be letting me out of this place soon."
"Okay. You get lunch yet?" Dean picked at the sorry excuse for a sandwich and poked the salad.
"Yeah, it's sitting in front of me. I think it might be evil."
"Mine, too. Man, I want out of her."
"Ditto. Later."
Dean hung up. Tried the salad. It barely had a taste at all.
"Hey."
He looked up. Rachel was in the door, tray in hand. Real food was on the tray. Coffee, too.
"I hit the cafeteria on my way here," she said. "Don't quite get why they can cook a good meal and not get one up here, but it's food."
"You're a goddess." Dean shoved his lunch to the side and pat the bed next to him. "I missed you."
She snorted. "You did not. You had company all morning." Rachel climbed on the bed next to him and set the tray down.
He grabbed the sandwich; roast beef. Thick slices on a roll, just the way he liked it. "Cassie's not you."
"Yeah, but..."
He turned his head and looked at her. "She's not your, moron." Then he leaned in and kissed her. One hand behind her neck. Mouth open. Coaxing her tongue into his mouth. Stroking that soft, sensitive patch behind her ear that always made her make that little gasping sound that he loved. "Hey," he whispered, breathed against her mouth. "You my girl, right?"
Her eyes opened. Cheeks flushed. Lips curled into a delighted smile, like she couldn't stop herself. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah."
"Good."
Author
serafina20Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
"So I'm thinking about moving to St. Louis," Cassie said. "Roger's been offered a residency at Washington University. I've been sending my articles and resume out to different papers. Haven't heard anything yet, but.... You're not even listening anymore, are you?"
"Huh?" Dean looked away from the door. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair he was in. "I'm sorry, what?"
Cassie shook her head. Her eyes rolled and she smiled an exasperated sort of smile that Dean vividly recalled. "You haven't heard a word I've said for the past fifteen minutes."
Crap. Although, she didn't seem angry, at least. Still, never a good idea, not listening to Cassie. She was... formidable.
He rubbed his eyes. Grabbed a pillow from the bed; his chest and back were beginning to hurt. Probably time to lie back down. "Sorry. Just... I'm wondering where Rachel went. If she just went for coffee, no way she should be this long."
"Didn't she say she was going to see Sam? Maybe she's with him," Cassie suggested.
"Maybe." He fidgeted with the pillow. Shifted in his seat. "Anyway, sorry. You were saying?"
"It's okay. How about you talk now? I think I've been monopolizing the conversation."
Dean waved his hand in front of him and shook his head. "Naw, it's fine. So, how is Robert anyway?"
"Roger, and, as I said, he's doing fine." Cassie cocked her head. "Tell me about Rachel?"
"She's not here." He knew he was whining, but he was in pain and it hurt to breathe and without Rachel here, he was cut out of the loop. He wanted to know what was going on. And he hadn't gotten to say hi to her properly that morning.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"What? No. No, she's not. I mean... no. Not my girlfriend." He shook his head. And then twisted his wedding ring around his finger.
Cassie saw it. Her eyes widened. "Holy crap, she's your wife?"
"Cassie!" Dean hissed. He glanced at the door, then leaned closer to her. The movement brought a knifing pain to his chest. He winced. "No, not really. But Sam made a marriage license for us for some reason, and the hospital thinks we are. And the insurance company." He shrugged. "She's hella rich, and Sam and me don't exactly have the money to cover all the medical costs."
"And that's the only reason you and she are pretending to be married." Her voice held a world of doubt.
He wasn't going to blush. That wasn't his thing. But he couldn't shrug, either, so he just said, "It's complicated."
"Things are with you, aren't they?"
He rolled his eyes. Putting the pillow back on the bed, he eased himself out of the chair. "We met working on a case. She helped us out, we helped her out. Went back a few months later and worked together again."
"She knows about that... ghost stuff?"
"Yeah. Family's been in the business for years." He climbed back into bed. His heart was throbbing in an attempt to pound with exertion. So fucking weak, Goddamn it.
"She's pretty."
Fucking gorgeous, but he wasn't going to get into semantics. Instead, he cocked his head to the side--didn't hurt as much as a shrug--and said, "I guess."
She had one of those knowing smiles on her face, all superior and stuff. The way women get when they think they know something. The kind of smile that Dean fucking hated. "Dean Winchester not notice a pretty girl? Stop the presses, the world is coming to an end."
"Very funny, Cassie. You are hilarious." He was breathing all heavy. Sweating, too. And it was definitely naptime.
"You better make sure she knows that there's nothing left between us," Cassie said. "She looked flustered earlier. Upset. I wouldn't want her to think..."
"No reason why she should be upset," Dean said.
"Does she know you like her?"
"Cassie..."
"Dean." Cassie leaned forward and took his hand. "Look, I know you like to think you're some great Casanova and everything, but the fact is, you're not very good with women. You flirted like mad with me, but I was the one who had to finally make the first move."
"You did not."
She laughed. "Did too. You never would have asked me out had I not mentioned how much I'd been dying to see "Jaws" on the big screen. And then you stepped up, just like I'd intended, and asked me out. Finally."
"That is not the way it happened."
"That is totally the way it happened, darling. You had to be led into the relationship, which was fine, only it doesn't look like Rachel gets that. So I'm telling you now, you better make sure that girl knows how crazy you are about her." She raised her eyebrows and leaned in. "You are crazy about her, right?"
Dean closed his eyes. "Cassie..."
"Lunchtime!" Nurse Rose announced cheerily, bustling into the room. She clicked her tongue almost right away. "Now, Dean, you don't look very good. What's the matter, honey?"
He sighed. Let his hand drop from his eyes. "I'm fine. Sore. Sat too long, that's all."
"That's not good. You can't go overtaxing yourself, young man. Not with a family to support."
He blinked at her. "A family?"
She just smiled and set about writing his vitals on his chart as the orderly set up his lunch tray.
"I should go." Cassie rose and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "Think about what I said, Dean."
"I will," he promised. "Thanks for coming."
"I'll be back tomorrow before I leave to say good-bye." She smiled, grabbed her purse, and left.
"Old girlfriend?" Rose asked once Cassie was gone.
Dean sighed. He clicked his morphine wand. He'd lasted the whole morning without a hit, but he really needed one now. "Yeah, she is. Do you know where Rachel is? I haven't seen her all morning."
"I think she's with your brother. Ran out of here all upset." She looked at Dean accusingly.
He thought about turning his charm on her, but it took too much effort. Instead, he reached for the phone and dialed Sam's number.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, it's me. Send Rachel back down."
"She already left. Went to see Dad."
"No, she's not supposed to see Dad. Remember? The... thing?" He shot a glance at Rose, who was now filling up his water pitcher.
"We might have found something."
"Yeah. So she went to try it out right now?"
"Well, no, but... I tried to tell her not to go, but she didn't listen. She was all upset about something." He paused a beat. "What happened with Cassie?"
Crap. "Uh, nothing. We talked. Well, she did. Said something about her boyfriend Robert getting a job somewhere and moving or something. Why didn't you go with her?"
"Uh." Sam stuttered a minute. "Um. Well, uh. Things were weird between us this morning."
"Why?"
"I *really* don't want to talk about it."
"What's going on, Sam?" Sam was always so easy to read. When he got that tone of voice, he was hiding something because he was afraid of Dean's reaction. Problem was, and the thing Sam never seemed to get, was hiding it just made everything worse.
"Dean..."
"Just tell me."
Sam sighed. Then cleared his throat. "I sort of had a dream about Rachel this morning."
"Like one of those dreams? Like she's in danger? Did you tell her? What happened? What..."
"No, not like that. Not like she was in danger." Guilt. Heavy, heavy guilt.
What the...
Oh.
He cleared his throat. "You had..." Again, he looked at Rose. She was almost done, so he waited until she smiled, patted him on the head, and left. Then, lowering his voice to a hiss, he said, "You had a sex dream about my girl?"
"Okay, first, she's not your girl until *she* actually knows that she's your girl, dude. You seriously have got to tell her how you feel, because she's so insecure about it, it's pathetic."
"Sam..."
"*Tell her*."
"Why are you having sex dreams about her?"
Sam snorted. "I have no idea."
Dean frowned. "What, you're saying you don't think she's attractive or something?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No!"
"Then why are you asking?"
"I don't .... Do you want her?"
"I don't think so. I think of her as a sister, I swear, Dean. Even when we first met, and I thought she was pretty, she still fell into that platonic category. And not just because the two of you were sparking like mad from the very first second."
"Were not."
"Whatever, dude. Anyway, I'm weirded out by this, okay? I don't want to think of her in that way. It'd be like... like thinking about you like that."
"Hey, I happen to be a very attractive man. Even to other men."
"Do you really want to get into this, or is it the morphine talking?"
He thought about it. "A little of both."
"I'll be down later, okay? They gotta be letting me out of this place soon."
"Okay. You get lunch yet?" Dean picked at the sorry excuse for a sandwich and poked the salad.
"Yeah, it's sitting in front of me. I think it might be evil."
"Mine, too. Man, I want out of her."
"Ditto. Later."
Dean hung up. Tried the salad. It barely had a taste at all.
"Hey."
He looked up. Rachel was in the door, tray in hand. Real food was on the tray. Coffee, too.
"I hit the cafeteria on my way here," she said. "Don't quite get why they can cook a good meal and not get one up here, but it's food."
"You're a goddess." Dean shoved his lunch to the side and pat the bed next to him. "I missed you."
She snorted. "You did not. You had company all morning." Rachel climbed on the bed next to him and set the tray down.
He grabbed the sandwich; roast beef. Thick slices on a roll, just the way he liked it. "Cassie's not you."
"Yeah, but..."
He turned his head and looked at her. "She's not your, moron." Then he leaned in and kissed her. One hand behind her neck. Mouth open. Coaxing her tongue into his mouth. Stroking that soft, sensitive patch behind her ear that always made her make that little gasping sound that he loved. "Hey," he whispered, breathed against her mouth. "You my girl, right?"
Her eyes opened. Cheeks flushed. Lips curled into a delighted smile, like she couldn't stop herself. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah."
"Good."
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-waits
impatientlypatiently for the next chapter- :Dno subject
but sammy and his sex dreams ... that's probably more interesting than it should be for me. lol.
lookin' forward to more, as always! ;]
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Awwww I love it, he´s just so sweet and clueless sometimes.
I wanna be his girl *sighs*
I love your story I get all giddy everytime I see there is a new chapter.
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i loved the whole conversation between dean and sam.
"You had a sex dream about my girl?"
*giggle*
"Hey, I happen to be a very attractive man. Even to other men."
"Do you really want to get into this, or is it the morphine talking?"
He thought about it. "A little of both."
LOL
whenever i see the word "morphine" now i think of peeps. *grin*
loved the end. *sigh*
thanks for the awesome update.
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"Aw, Dean!"
So cute! Keep it up!
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Dean and Rachel are too cute together. Dean can be so dense in the head sometimes when it comes to women. LOL
Good story :)