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Chapter 1
Dean's P.O.V
I was just starting to wake up when I heard a girly scream ringing from our room. I sat up quickly and saw that Sam was gone, I pulled on my jeans and ran back to the room and opened the door. I stepped in and looked around not seeing that little cutie laying on Sam's bed. I heard the familiar clack of the shotgun behind me.
"Who the fuck are you?" She breathed in the sweetest voice I'd ever heard.
I turned around to see the face of my captor. She was a built like the perfect hourglass and put every girl I'd ever seen to shame.
"I'm Dean." I said clearing my throat a little.
She held the gun firmly.
"Last name too..." She demanded
"Winchester."
She batted her eyes a little but still held the gun firm.
I waited until I saw the perfect opprotunity and grabbed the gun. She tugged and pulled on it before I ripped it from her hands and chuncked it across the room. She pounced on me and started wrestling me to the ground. I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her and picked her up, she smelled like a combination of cotton candy and pure sugar. I wanted so much to kiss her and see how she tasted. I pinned her down and put my weight on her and looked into her eyes.
"Now, I'll let you up but only if you promise to chill. Can you do that?" I asked her, seeing the fire in her eyes lower to a smolder.
"Yea...I can chill." She said in that angelic voice.
I let go and she looked at me with those smoldering eyes that made me want to shove her back on that bed and show her what she made me want.
"What's your name, hot stuff?" she asked ask I looked over her body.
I shook the daze.
"Dean...my name's Dean." I replied.
She smirked a little.
"Mine's Shiloh...Shiloh Avanda Salem Scott." she said with that candied smirk.
I leaned forward a little.
"Your initials spell SASS..." I said laughing a little.
She got in my face and played with the distance from my lips.
"You'll see that it's befitting my attitude."
I started to lean in when I heard the door and saw Sam standing there.
"Dean, what're you doing?" he asked me looking less than satisfied.
I cleared my throat.
"N-nothing."
She laughed a little.
"The big bad boy was falling for the worst idea he'll ever make." she taunted.
He looked at her not appriciating her mood.
I stood up and walked over to him and mummbled.
"What're we going to do with this chick?"
He looked at me and at her.
"So Shiloh...why don't you explain why you were trying to out run a werewolfe."
She crossed her legs and looked up at him looking like a scolded child.
"Well...it's a bit of a long story." She said in a voice as smoothe as silk and as sweet as sugar.
Sam didn't let up his intense stare, this was new for him.
"Well?" he coaxed.
She stood up and turned her back to us and took a deep breath and pulled off her shirt. It exposed the three scars of claws on her back.
"I thought I'd kill that fucker for what he did to my family and me...I've been alone since I was 9." she said letting her voice fade.
He didn't change.
"You aren't too smart are you? Only I complete dumbass would chase a werewolfe completely unprepaired." He said with his voice sounding colder than I'd ever heard it.
She pulled her shirt back down and turned around looking like she'd cry.
"Sam, don't you think you're being a little too hard on her?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"No." he said before walking out.
I turned to follow but he returned with a handgun and cocked it.
Her eyes grew wide as his eyes locked with hers. She began to tremble but he tossed the gun on the bed infront of her.
"Would you play with that?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Good...now, you're staying here with us. I'm not going to let you leave and get yourself killed." He said as his eyes dropped to the floor and closed.
I looked at her and she had a relieved look in her eyes.
"Dean, I'm going to go get some stuff for dinner...can you cook?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"Good...you're making dinner tonight then, is that alright?" he asked
"Yes." she said not making eye contact with him.
He grabbed the keys and walked out the door.
"Can I take a shower?" she asked.
I nodded and grabbed her a couple of towels.
"Yea...just go down the hall and its like right there on the left." I said.
She smiled a little.
"Well what're you going to do?" She asked.
I pulled out a bottle of Jack.
"I'll get trashed haha." I said, it'd been a while.
She laughed letting her hair down and walking past me.
Oh I wanted that.
She dissappeared into the bathroom and I wanted to lay on the couch and fantasize about that body. I started throwing back that Jack thinking about that body and wondering how good she felt and if she'd even be into banging. I had drank almost all the bottle when I felt like I wanted that piece of ass and lifted myself off the couch...