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Fic: Picking Up (Dean/OFC)
Title Picking Up
Author![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serafina20
Fandom SPN
Pairing Dean/OFC
Rating Mature
Summary Dean and Rachel search for Sam.
Series Captured Soul, Kitsune, Another Kind of Trap, and The Greater Good.
"So you haven't heard from him at all?" Rachel said, heart sinking.
"No," Sarah answered, sounding apologetic. "I'm really sorry. You said he's been gone for a week?"
She sighed and pushed her bangs off her forehead. Pressing the heel of her hand against her head didn't make the headache go away, but it gave her the illusion of doing something for it. "Yeah. Just took off." She sighed again. "Okay, so, if he calls you, please tell him to call us. And then you call me and tell me what number he called you from, okay?"
"Yeah, no problem. I will call you."
"Even if he tells you not to."
"Even if he tells me not to. Believe me, I deal with a lot of people in mourning," Sarah said. "And Sam shouldn't be alone right now, no matter what he thinks."
"No. He shouldn't." She wiped her nose with her ever present tissue, said good-bye, and hung up.
One week. One whole week since Sam had taken off. Eleven days since John's death. Eleven days that she'd been in pain from a headache. Eleven days since she and Dean had first started sharing a bed.
Eleven days since Rachel had realized that she and Dean could never consummate their relationship with one another, and eleven days that she'd been trying to figure out how to let him know.
After Sam had disappeared, Dean had suggested they go to Bobby's. More accurately, he'd wanted to go where his car was and get started fixing it.
"I'm no good with all the technical stuff," he'd said. "I can call everyone I know, but if they don't know where Sam is, I'm just a clueless. You can do all that computer stuff, right?"
"Right," she'd said.
Lied, sort of. There was a lot of computer stuff she could do. Find a person who didn't want to be found wasn't one of them. Luckily, her brother, Nathan, knew how to do all that. And Rachel used her resources wisely. While she kept tabs on Sam's credit cards, called anyone whom she thought he might turn to, and called every phone he had (a total of four) leaving message after message, Nathan was hacking into the cell phone providers networks. If he managed to do that, and Sam had a phone on, Nathan would be able to use their information to pinpoint Sam's location within ten miles.
Just, so far, he hadn't succeeded.
Rachel rubbed her temples before picking up her phone once more.
"Hello, you've reached Missouri, psychic extraordinaire."
"Hi, Missouri."
"Baby girl! You find Sam yet?"
"No," Rachel said, groan in her voice. "I was hoping you'd've heard from him by now. I really thought he might go to you."
"I'm sorry, but no. He might be feeling a sense of misplaced guilt over what happened last time I tried to help."
She frowned. "But that wasn't his fault."
"No, but he's a pigheaded Winchester. And Sam takes the weight of everything on him. Why not a little car crash?"
"Right." Rachel licked her lips. "I'm glad you're better. All right and everything."
"Me too." Missouri was silent a beat before asking, "What about you? How you doing?"
"Fine. Not great, but okay."
"And your man?"
She pressed her fingers into her eyes. "About the same. Only angry." She licked her lips. "I think whatever John said to him before he died got to Dean. Even though Dean claims John didn't say anything, I know he must have."
"What you think he said?"
"I don't know." Although she suspected it had something to do with whatever John had known about Sam. "But he wanted to be alone with Dean. There must have been a reason. And whatever that reason is, it's eating Dean up."
"Then make him tell you. Sharing a burden is a lot easier than bearing it alone," Missouri said, probably very sensibly.
"Have you met Dean? He's not exactly the sharing kind. And I can't exactly strong arm him."
"I don't know about that. He loves you, which gives you a pretty powerful bargaining chip," she replied with a heavy hit of suggestion in her tone.
Rachel blushed so hot her head spun. "Um, right." She picked up her water glass and took a sip. "Anyway, I should go. I've got more calls."
"And a boyfriend to crack."
"Right. I'm glad you're better, Missouri."
"So am I, girl. So am I."
Rachel hung up and set the phone down. She wanted to call her father, but she'd just talked to him that morning. He'd promised he'd call the moment he knew anything, either about Sam or the mess of papers she'd faxed to him about the demon. John had left so much research behind, and she was trying to make sense of it all. Two heads were better than one, so she'd shuffled some of the burden onto her dad.
Well. Many heads, so she'd sent it to her dad, her mother, her grandfather, and brother. And that had been a pain. Bobby wasn't exactly living in the center of it all, so she'd had to drive almost two hours to the nearest copy store and back again.
While in town, she'd bought every form of birth control they had. Just in case. Not that she and Dean were going to sleep together, because they couldn't. She couldn't risk it. And, soon, she'd tell him that. Once they had Sam back. Rachel would explain to him that they couldn't risk ever being intimate, and she had new plans never, ever to have sex and he was free to go on his way and be happy.
And she was going to do it all without crying. Really.
She sighed, which she was doing a lot lately, and rose. She needed a break anyway.
Dean was where he'd been for the past week: underneath his car. Not that she minded. First off, it was getting them transportation he could live with. Second, it gave him something to do until they got a lead on Sam. And, maybe it would help him work through some of his grief. John gave him the car, after all. Putting it back together might help.
Rachel got down in the dirt next to Dean and stuck her head under the car. "Hey."
"Hey," Dean replied, not moving his eyes from whatever he was fixing.
She chewed on her lower lip, then said, "Can I help with anything?"
It got the twisted smile she'd intended. "Yeah. Can you get the left handed spanner out of the tool box for me?"
"I'll get right on that."
"What time is it?"
Rachel tried to check her watch, and ended up smacking her wrist on the underside of the car. "Ouch." She slid out and looked. "Almost two."
Dean crawled from underneath and set the wrench down. "When did we eat lunch?" he asked. He took her hand and kissed her wrist where a bruise was already forming.
"I ate lunch around noon. You let the flies eat your lunch about the same time." She pointed at the plate of stale, fly covered grilled cheese.
"Huh." He rubbed his hair. "Get anything?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, not yet. I called everyone on that list you gave me. No one's heard from Sam in weeks. I just don't understand where he thinks he's going, you know? If he's serious about this telekinesis thing, why isn't he going to Missouri or my grandfather?"
Dean scratched his neck. "I don't know. Maybe he's not really trying that. Maybe he's, I don't know. Running away from everything."
"Do you really think that's something he'd do?"
"Did it before."
"It was different before," Rachel said. "Before... he was tired. Hunting was the only life he knew, and it was... confining."
Dean looked at her askance. "Confining? We were on the road. Adventure and excitement. Life and death."
"Yeah. And he'd been there done that since he was a kid. It was a rebellion."
"Can't even rebel right."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You rebel against the establishment, and your father and your life was the establishment. Sam wanted to try something different." She took his hand. "The difference, Dean? Was that then, it was safe to rebel. Yeah, you guys were facing life and death, but you'd never lost. Now you have." She shrugged. "Sam wouldn't have left unless he had a damn good reason."
"What if he didn't?" Dean asked, looking off into the distance. "I mean, what if we find him, and he's squirreled himself away some apartment somewhere with a nine to five job, ready to start up his normal life again?"
"Well," Rachel said, resting her head against Dean's arm, "then we take turns holding him down, okay?"
Dean smiled. "Promise?"
"Would I lie?"
"Totally." He turned his head and kissed her.
She was so incredibly weak. One brush of his lips, and she melted. Pushed up to deepen it. Allowed herself to be pulled onto Dean's lap.
He ran both hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face. His lips were chapped, but his tongue was soft and warm. Gentle against hers. He leaned back against his car, pulling her with him.
She should stop this. She knew that. Couldn't let him get too close. Couldn't get too attached. Couldn't let him think...
He slipped his hand underneath her shirt. Slid it up her spin. Back down. Fingers underneath the band of her jeans. Under the elastic on her panties. Over the soft skin at the top of the crease to her buttocks. Back up again to her neck where he held her mouth to his. Probed deep inside until she felt as if he intended to swallow her.
She'd never been kissed like this. Never had a reaction to a kiss like this before, one that made her ache. She squirmed on his lap, trying to relieve some of that ache.
Dean ground up against her in response. Pressed into where she ached most. Promise, asked...
Warned.
Fuck.
Rachel pulled her mouth away to tell Dean they had to stop. However, the abrupt movement made her headache flare behind her eyes. "Oh, shit," she groaned. She pressed her hands into her temples.
"You still have a headache?" Dean said. He squeezed her neck with one hand.
Rachel sighed and let her head fall back. Wow. That felt good.
"Yeah. But I'm fine." She dropped her hands and blinked. "I'm fine."
"But you still have a headache."
"Yeah."
Dean stroked her cheek. "You've had a headache for a week. Maybe it's time to go back to the doctor."
"I'm fine, Dean, really. It's just stress. Things are stressful right now."
"That's true." He kissed her neck. "How about this? We go back inside. I'll make something to eat. You take a bath." He kissed the other side of her neck. "When you get out, I can give you massage. Get some of the tension out for you." He kissed under her jaw. Her chin. Her mouth.
Rachel tried not to melt. Failed. Her spine suddenly seemed to be made out of spaghetti, and her head fell onto his shoulder.
"What do you think?" Dean whispered. One strong hand massaged the knots in her shoulder; the other caressed her back underneath her shirt.
It sounded so good. Laying on the bed with Dean straddling her body. His hands on her naked skin, rubbing her sore muscles. Caressing her. Stroking her until she was nothing more than a mass of goo.
But a massage would lead to more. And more was exactly what she was trying to avoid.
"I think I'm okay," she said. Of course, she sounded completely unconvincing what with the moan in the back of her throat and the way she had her body draped over Dean's.
"Liar." Dean gently bit her earlobe. Tugged on it with his teeth. "Come on, babe. You need to relax." His fingers slipped down the front of her jeans and stroked just underneath the elastic of her panties.
She whimpered. Embarrassingly.
And then, her phone rang.
Thank God.
"Hello?" she answered breathlessly.
"Hey sis. It's me."
"Nathan." She sat up, pulling her head away from Dean's shoulder. "Hi."
Nathan didn't say anything for a minute. Then, "Did I interrupt something interesting? You sound out of breath."
Rachel's cheeks flamed. "I was running," she said sharply. "What do you have?"
"Oh, someone's bitchy. Must have broken into something good."
"What. Do. You. Have?"
Nathan laughed. "Sam just used a credit card at a motel in Iowa. He also used one of those cell phones."
"Did you get a location from it?"
Another pause. "No," Nathan said slowly. "Because I already have a location from the credit card."
"Sam's in Iowa," Rachel said. "Where in Iowa?"
"Davenport."
"Thanks, Nathan. I really appreciate it." She was about to hang up, when he called her name. "What?"
"Just so you know, he accessed the voice mail on that cell phone he used. Does your boyfriend know the password?"
"Which one?"
He gave her the number.
"No, I don't. That's one of Dad's phones," Dean said after Rachel had relayed the information.
"He doesn't."
"No problem. I'll keep working on it. I'll give you a call when I get anything."
"Thank you, Nathan."
"No problem. And remember, Rachel: condoms are your friends."
Blushing again, Rachel flipped the phone shut. "So."
"So," Dean repeated. "I guess we're going to Davenport. Unless you think we should try calling."
She shook her head. "He might bolt if he thinks we know where he is. I say we ambush him."
Dean's mouth was set in a thin, hard line, face blank. "All right." He put his hands on Rachel's hips and lifted her as he rose. "Let's ambush."
Author
serafina20Fandom SPN
Pairing Dean/OFC
Rating Mature
Summary Dean and Rachel search for Sam.
Series Captured Soul, Kitsune, Another Kind of Trap, and The Greater Good.
"So you haven't heard from him at all?" Rachel said, heart sinking.
"No," Sarah answered, sounding apologetic. "I'm really sorry. You said he's been gone for a week?"
She sighed and pushed her bangs off her forehead. Pressing the heel of her hand against her head didn't make the headache go away, but it gave her the illusion of doing something for it. "Yeah. Just took off." She sighed again. "Okay, so, if he calls you, please tell him to call us. And then you call me and tell me what number he called you from, okay?"
"Yeah, no problem. I will call you."
"Even if he tells you not to."
"Even if he tells me not to. Believe me, I deal with a lot of people in mourning," Sarah said. "And Sam shouldn't be alone right now, no matter what he thinks."
"No. He shouldn't." She wiped her nose with her ever present tissue, said good-bye, and hung up.
One week. One whole week since Sam had taken off. Eleven days since John's death. Eleven days that she'd been in pain from a headache. Eleven days since she and Dean had first started sharing a bed.
Eleven days since Rachel had realized that she and Dean could never consummate their relationship with one another, and eleven days that she'd been trying to figure out how to let him know.
After Sam had disappeared, Dean had suggested they go to Bobby's. More accurately, he'd wanted to go where his car was and get started fixing it.
"I'm no good with all the technical stuff," he'd said. "I can call everyone I know, but if they don't know where Sam is, I'm just a clueless. You can do all that computer stuff, right?"
"Right," she'd said.
Lied, sort of. There was a lot of computer stuff she could do. Find a person who didn't want to be found wasn't one of them. Luckily, her brother, Nathan, knew how to do all that. And Rachel used her resources wisely. While she kept tabs on Sam's credit cards, called anyone whom she thought he might turn to, and called every phone he had (a total of four) leaving message after message, Nathan was hacking into the cell phone providers networks. If he managed to do that, and Sam had a phone on, Nathan would be able to use their information to pinpoint Sam's location within ten miles.
Just, so far, he hadn't succeeded.
Rachel rubbed her temples before picking up her phone once more.
"Hello, you've reached Missouri, psychic extraordinaire."
"Hi, Missouri."
"Baby girl! You find Sam yet?"
"No," Rachel said, groan in her voice. "I was hoping you'd've heard from him by now. I really thought he might go to you."
"I'm sorry, but no. He might be feeling a sense of misplaced guilt over what happened last time I tried to help."
She frowned. "But that wasn't his fault."
"No, but he's a pigheaded Winchester. And Sam takes the weight of everything on him. Why not a little car crash?"
"Right." Rachel licked her lips. "I'm glad you're better. All right and everything."
"Me too." Missouri was silent a beat before asking, "What about you? How you doing?"
"Fine. Not great, but okay."
"And your man?"
She pressed her fingers into her eyes. "About the same. Only angry." She licked her lips. "I think whatever John said to him before he died got to Dean. Even though Dean claims John didn't say anything, I know he must have."
"What you think he said?"
"I don't know." Although she suspected it had something to do with whatever John had known about Sam. "But he wanted to be alone with Dean. There must have been a reason. And whatever that reason is, it's eating Dean up."
"Then make him tell you. Sharing a burden is a lot easier than bearing it alone," Missouri said, probably very sensibly.
"Have you met Dean? He's not exactly the sharing kind. And I can't exactly strong arm him."
"I don't know about that. He loves you, which gives you a pretty powerful bargaining chip," she replied with a heavy hit of suggestion in her tone.
Rachel blushed so hot her head spun. "Um, right." She picked up her water glass and took a sip. "Anyway, I should go. I've got more calls."
"And a boyfriend to crack."
"Right. I'm glad you're better, Missouri."
"So am I, girl. So am I."
Rachel hung up and set the phone down. She wanted to call her father, but she'd just talked to him that morning. He'd promised he'd call the moment he knew anything, either about Sam or the mess of papers she'd faxed to him about the demon. John had left so much research behind, and she was trying to make sense of it all. Two heads were better than one, so she'd shuffled some of the burden onto her dad.
Well. Many heads, so she'd sent it to her dad, her mother, her grandfather, and brother. And that had been a pain. Bobby wasn't exactly living in the center of it all, so she'd had to drive almost two hours to the nearest copy store and back again.
While in town, she'd bought every form of birth control they had. Just in case. Not that she and Dean were going to sleep together, because they couldn't. She couldn't risk it. And, soon, she'd tell him that. Once they had Sam back. Rachel would explain to him that they couldn't risk ever being intimate, and she had new plans never, ever to have sex and he was free to go on his way and be happy.
And she was going to do it all without crying. Really.
She sighed, which she was doing a lot lately, and rose. She needed a break anyway.
Dean was where he'd been for the past week: underneath his car. Not that she minded. First off, it was getting them transportation he could live with. Second, it gave him something to do until they got a lead on Sam. And, maybe it would help him work through some of his grief. John gave him the car, after all. Putting it back together might help.
Rachel got down in the dirt next to Dean and stuck her head under the car. "Hey."
"Hey," Dean replied, not moving his eyes from whatever he was fixing.
She chewed on her lower lip, then said, "Can I help with anything?"
It got the twisted smile she'd intended. "Yeah. Can you get the left handed spanner out of the tool box for me?"
"I'll get right on that."
"What time is it?"
Rachel tried to check her watch, and ended up smacking her wrist on the underside of the car. "Ouch." She slid out and looked. "Almost two."
Dean crawled from underneath and set the wrench down. "When did we eat lunch?" he asked. He took her hand and kissed her wrist where a bruise was already forming.
"I ate lunch around noon. You let the flies eat your lunch about the same time." She pointed at the plate of stale, fly covered grilled cheese.
"Huh." He rubbed his hair. "Get anything?"
Rachel shook her head. "No, not yet. I called everyone on that list you gave me. No one's heard from Sam in weeks. I just don't understand where he thinks he's going, you know? If he's serious about this telekinesis thing, why isn't he going to Missouri or my grandfather?"
Dean scratched his neck. "I don't know. Maybe he's not really trying that. Maybe he's, I don't know. Running away from everything."
"Do you really think that's something he'd do?"
"Did it before."
"It was different before," Rachel said. "Before... he was tired. Hunting was the only life he knew, and it was... confining."
Dean looked at her askance. "Confining? We were on the road. Adventure and excitement. Life and death."
"Yeah. And he'd been there done that since he was a kid. It was a rebellion."
"Can't even rebel right."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You rebel against the establishment, and your father and your life was the establishment. Sam wanted to try something different." She took his hand. "The difference, Dean? Was that then, it was safe to rebel. Yeah, you guys were facing life and death, but you'd never lost. Now you have." She shrugged. "Sam wouldn't have left unless he had a damn good reason."
"What if he didn't?" Dean asked, looking off into the distance. "I mean, what if we find him, and he's squirreled himself away some apartment somewhere with a nine to five job, ready to start up his normal life again?"
"Well," Rachel said, resting her head against Dean's arm, "then we take turns holding him down, okay?"
Dean smiled. "Promise?"
"Would I lie?"
"Totally." He turned his head and kissed her.
She was so incredibly weak. One brush of his lips, and she melted. Pushed up to deepen it. Allowed herself to be pulled onto Dean's lap.
He ran both hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face. His lips were chapped, but his tongue was soft and warm. Gentle against hers. He leaned back against his car, pulling her with him.
She should stop this. She knew that. Couldn't let him get too close. Couldn't get too attached. Couldn't let him think...
He slipped his hand underneath her shirt. Slid it up her spin. Back down. Fingers underneath the band of her jeans. Under the elastic on her panties. Over the soft skin at the top of the crease to her buttocks. Back up again to her neck where he held her mouth to his. Probed deep inside until she felt as if he intended to swallow her.
She'd never been kissed like this. Never had a reaction to a kiss like this before, one that made her ache. She squirmed on his lap, trying to relieve some of that ache.
Dean ground up against her in response. Pressed into where she ached most. Promise, asked...
Warned.
Fuck.
Rachel pulled her mouth away to tell Dean they had to stop. However, the abrupt movement made her headache flare behind her eyes. "Oh, shit," she groaned. She pressed her hands into her temples.
"You still have a headache?" Dean said. He squeezed her neck with one hand.
Rachel sighed and let her head fall back. Wow. That felt good.
"Yeah. But I'm fine." She dropped her hands and blinked. "I'm fine."
"But you still have a headache."
"Yeah."
Dean stroked her cheek. "You've had a headache for a week. Maybe it's time to go back to the doctor."
"I'm fine, Dean, really. It's just stress. Things are stressful right now."
"That's true." He kissed her neck. "How about this? We go back inside. I'll make something to eat. You take a bath." He kissed the other side of her neck. "When you get out, I can give you massage. Get some of the tension out for you." He kissed under her jaw. Her chin. Her mouth.
Rachel tried not to melt. Failed. Her spine suddenly seemed to be made out of spaghetti, and her head fell onto his shoulder.
"What do you think?" Dean whispered. One strong hand massaged the knots in her shoulder; the other caressed her back underneath her shirt.
It sounded so good. Laying on the bed with Dean straddling her body. His hands on her naked skin, rubbing her sore muscles. Caressing her. Stroking her until she was nothing more than a mass of goo.
But a massage would lead to more. And more was exactly what she was trying to avoid.
"I think I'm okay," she said. Of course, she sounded completely unconvincing what with the moan in the back of her throat and the way she had her body draped over Dean's.
"Liar." Dean gently bit her earlobe. Tugged on it with his teeth. "Come on, babe. You need to relax." His fingers slipped down the front of her jeans and stroked just underneath the elastic of her panties.
She whimpered. Embarrassingly.
And then, her phone rang.
Thank God.
"Hello?" she answered breathlessly.
"Hey sis. It's me."
"Nathan." She sat up, pulling her head away from Dean's shoulder. "Hi."
Nathan didn't say anything for a minute. Then, "Did I interrupt something interesting? You sound out of breath."
Rachel's cheeks flamed. "I was running," she said sharply. "What do you have?"
"Oh, someone's bitchy. Must have broken into something good."
"What. Do. You. Have?"
Nathan laughed. "Sam just used a credit card at a motel in Iowa. He also used one of those cell phones."
"Did you get a location from it?"
Another pause. "No," Nathan said slowly. "Because I already have a location from the credit card."
"Sam's in Iowa," Rachel said. "Where in Iowa?"
"Davenport."
"Thanks, Nathan. I really appreciate it." She was about to hang up, when he called her name. "What?"
"Just so you know, he accessed the voice mail on that cell phone he used. Does your boyfriend know the password?"
"Which one?"
He gave her the number.
"No, I don't. That's one of Dad's phones," Dean said after Rachel had relayed the information.
"He doesn't."
"No problem. I'll keep working on it. I'll give you a call when I get anything."
"Thank you, Nathan."
"No problem. And remember, Rachel: condoms are your friends."
Blushing again, Rachel flipped the phone shut. "So."
"So," Dean repeated. "I guess we're going to Davenport. Unless you think we should try calling."
She shook her head. "He might bolt if he thinks we know where he is. I say we ambush him."
Dean's mouth was set in a thin, hard line, face blank. "All right." He put his hands on Rachel's hips and lifted her as he rose. "Let's ambush."
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Yes, well, I do my best. :)
I really love the Rachel hasn't lost her head and has remained realistic of her and Dean (you know how much I love angst), but I also love how Dean is pushing her senses. C
Wouldn't he push yours? I mean, he's so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. :)
Thank you!!
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This demon-spawn thing is one way to skirt around the no-sex situation of them both. I know the headache has something to do with it. And Sam too, if you say so ;o) Intriguing intrigues abound. So, you do what you do best :o)
Thanks, Sera for continuing with this :o)
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I'm on Winchester beauty. Lots of inspiration there. :)
So, you do what you do best :o)
Angst and intrigue on the way. :)
Thank you.
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Thank you!!