𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 trouble never looked so damn good
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LETTING OUT a groan, Ophelia turned over in the bed that she was in, and looked through narrowed eyes to find herself in a motel room. She slowly rose up into a sitting position and turned her head to the left to see Dean placing pancakes on a plate.
It was about an hour or so ago when Dean had woken up, and found himself holding Ophelia to his body. Her head was on his chest, his right arm was wrapped around her waist, and the other one was on her upper back. She had a small smile on her face and Dean had found himself smiling down at the sight of her. And then it hit him like a train, he has never done this before; let a girl stay after having sex. But, even though he had just met Ophelia, there was something about her that made him want to get to know her.
He had panicked, got up from the bed as fast as he possibly could without waking her up, rushed into the bathroom, and called his brother, asking him what to do and why he was acting like this. Sam had told him to calm down and try to get to know her, though, that was after scolding him for sleeping with a girl that just turned eighteen. At least, that's what they think.
So, Dean had made pancakes, bacon, and gotten some orange juice. While he was laying pancakes on the plate, he started overthinking, not knowing what she liked to eat, but just took a guess.
"That's smells really good," Ophelia moaned from her spot on the bed which startled him, and almost made him trip over himself. She chuckled lowly and stood up from the bed, and shrugged on the nearest shirt which was his. She turned to him and checked him out; he had jeans on and no shirt. "Hmm. If I didn't have self control, I would totally get you back in that bed again."
He swallowed thickly as his shirt cling to her body, showing off her thighs. "I don't think I have much control, especially if you're going to look like that." He gulped as she approached him with that smirk of hers, and placed her hand on his bare chest. "And especially if you're going to tease me like that."
She laughed under her breath and pulled back, and plucked a piece bacon from one of the plates, and slowly placed it in her mouth. "Oh, hunny, you're cute when you're nervous."
"I-I'm not nervous," he said before clearing his throat and watching as she took her seat at the small table. "I didn't know what to—"
"You've never done this kind of thing, have you?" She got straight to the point and looked up at him as she grabbed three pancakes from the pile, and placed it on her plate. "I haven't either," she admitted, "Usually one night stands are just that." She started pouring syrup on her pancakes and didn't look up at him as she continued, "But the question is; why am I still here?" She finally looked up at him to see him staring at her with confused eyes.
He didn't expect that after seeing her at the bar that they would end up having sex, nor did he expect to wake up to cuddling her, and most specifically, did not expect to make her breakfast. He was in a new territory here, but he wasn't completely hating it.
"I don't know," he answered as she took the seat across from her, and started filling place with pancakes and bacon before pouring syrup on both.
Ophelia paused as she looked up at him before grabbing the thing of orange juice and poured it into a glass. Just sitting her with him was different than any moment she had with Jasper, and maybe it was because she hadn't had sex with Jasper yet. The whole sex thing with Dean was unexpectant, but she didn't hate it. But, what confused her was how he made her feel all night; like she was special and not alone. They don't know each other, but he made her feel something other than rage and sadness ever since the Cullens left without a word.
"So, um, the tall guy with puppy eyes is your partner?" She asked and then took a bite of pancake, and watched as he froze before swallowing the mouthful of bacon he had in his mouth.
He cleared his throat. "My brother, actually."
She hummed. "You get to work with your brother. That's cool." She grabbed a handful of bacon and stuffed it in her mouth.
"You and your sister's are twins, right?" She asked and she paused as she studied him. "It wasn't meant to sound as creepy as it did," he told her and she chuckled which made him smile. He liked her smile, it was big and bright. Even though she had just gotten out of bed moments before, bed hair and all, she still looked more beautiful than any other girl he has ever met.
"Yes," she told him after a second.
"Your father mentioned that you went through, uh, something...?" He asked hesitantly. He didn't want to cross any boundaries, but he and his brother was here to hunt down the thing that had killed those people. And he needed to know who knew what and how much they knew. Ophelia and her sister seemed suspicious, and that was one of the reasons why he approached her at the bar, the other being that she was hot.
Ophelia paused as she was drinking the orange juice and everything in her went cold as she thought about the Cullens. She slowly lowered the glass of orange juice and looked away from him. "Her boyfriend dumped her in the middle of the woods and just left her. Him and his family shortly left afterwards. I... had a thing with one of the brothers and well, none of them said goodbye to me."
Dean's eyes immediately went wide. "Did I cross a line with you last night? I—"
"No boundaries were crossed," she interrupted him with a shake of the head. "I needed that. I needed to be reminded that I don't need no man to make me who I am. I only need myself and the people who love me unconditionally aka my father and sister." A small smile appeared on her face as she thought about Bella and Charlie; the only people who she trusts right now.
"I understand that," Dean stated, nodding his head. "My brother is the only thing I have. I would do anything for him." There was a distant look in his eyes. It looked like he was fighting an inner battle. What she didn't know was that it wasn't that long ago when he was resurrected from the dead and brought back from Hell.
"And I would do anything for Bella," she said after a moment of silence. "I have... been through a lot throughout my years on this Earth, and I'm just glad that I have someone by my side throughout the rest of it."
Dean nodded in agreement, not hearing how she worded it. "So, um, don't you have school or something."
She smirked and leaned onto the table slightly. "It's Saturday. So, no one is missing me at the moment." She sent him a suggestive smirk and he gulped as his eyes grazed her body which was covered in only his shirt. "You picking up what I'm putting down?"
He swallowed and nodded quickly. "Hell yeah." He jumped up from his seat as she stood up from his. He quickly yanked the shirt off of her as she undid his pants. They then found themselves back on the bed again.
