Wayward Son

Heather reached over and kissed Dean gently, stroking his cheek, “Stop worrying…”

"I love you too.." She nuzzled his neck and led him onto the plane and she sat down

"Hey….I’ll be right beside you the whole time…and we’ll just..talk..okay?…nothing to worry about…" She smiled and kissed Dean’s cheek

"What is it Dean?" She turned to the hunter and took both of his hands, "Something’s bugging you…"

Heather sighed and shrugged, “No..not really…”

"Oh, uh, right… Sorry, Sammy." He looked over at Sam, shaking his head. He sighed softly, blinking as he saw the girl’s wings. "Hey, man, that’s Heather!" Yup, now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner. He smirked, leaning out the window and waving her over. "Hey! Heather! Over here!"

"...yeah. That Heather. Shut up, Sammy." He blushed, scratching the back of his neck and grumbling. He smiled widely at Heather. "Hey... It's been a while." That was the understatement of the year. Brilliant, Dean.

"Oh, uh, right... Sorry, Sammy." He looked over at Sam, shaking his head. He sighed softly, blinking as he saw the girl's wings. "Hey, man, that's Heather!" Yup, now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner. He smirked, leaning out the window and waving her over. "Hey! Heather! Over here!"

"Nice t’ meet’cha, Lucifer…" He shook the other’s hand, looking over at Heather and flashing her an apologetic smile. "Yeah… Shit hit the fan with Dad…" He looked back up at Lucifer, then at Heather. He jumped when he heard his father’s gun go off, and looked at Lucifer again, half-panicked. "Will you keep her safe for me?… Dad’s gonna…" He leaned up and whispered in the other’s ear, not wanting to freak Heather out.

Dean wasn't paying attention (even moreso than usual), but he looked back at his brother when he nudged him. "Ow! What was that for??-- And what were you saying?" He sighed, looking at the newspaper, before looking back up at the girl. She kinda looked like Heather...

Heather leaned up and kissed him tenderly, stroking the hunter’s cheek lovingly

Dean smiled, wrapping one arm around her waist, his hand on her hip. His free hand reached up to tangle itself in her hair, and he kissed her back.

"Mm.." She grunted lightly and deepened the kiss, hands running up Dean’s chest

Heather leaned up and kissed him tenderly, stroking the hunter’s cheek lovingly

Dean smiled, wrapping one arm around her waist, his hand on her hip. His free hand reached up to tangle itself in her hair, and he kissed her back.

"Mm.." She grunted lightly and deepened the kiss, hands running up Dean’s chest

Heather leaned up and kissed him tenderly, stroking the hunter’s cheek lovingly

Dean smiled, wrapping one arm around her waist, his hand on her hip. His free hand reached up to tangle itself in her hair, and he kissed her back.

"He told me…never to tell anyone…" She nuzzled Dean’s chest, rubbing his stomach as well, "Said..he would find me…and do worse…" She quivered again

He felt his stomach drop, in that way it did when you were about to jump off the swingset on a playground, or when you knew you were in trouble. His scowl deepened, and he held her back so she looked at him. “Look at me, dammit, Heather. He’s not going to hurt you ever again. I won’t let him.”

Heather felt herself blush and she nodded, “Y-yeah…I know Dean..” She gazed at him, “….I’m…really in love with you Dean Winchester…”

He blushed, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear and smiling a bit. "I love you too, Heather."

"He told me…never to tell anyone…" She nuzzled Dean’s chest, rubbing his stomach as well, "Said..he would find me…and do worse…" She quivered again

He felt his stomach drop, in that way it did when you were about to jump off the swingset on a playground, or when you knew you were in trouble. His scowl deepened, and he held her back so she looked at him. "Look at me, dammit, Heather. He's not going to hurt you ever again. I won't let him."

"Wha’ever." Dean rolled his eyes, blinking when Heather clung to his waist. Ah, great… He sighed, running his fingers through her hair. "Ssssh, Heather… It’s okay… I’m here… It’s just a dream," he murmured, in a tone usually reserved for Sammy. He clenched a fist at his side when he caught what she’d said, scowling softly. Damn he hated Lucifer… He really did. He rubbed her back, tracing her spine. "Shh…"

She quivered and woke up screaming, hyperventilating and sobbing softly, when she saw Dean she calmed down, gulping down the sobs, trying to hide that it ever happened

He winced sympathetically when he heard her scream, sighing. "You didn't tell me he hurt you," he muttered softly, scowling and rubbing her back. He played with the ends of her hair, kissing her forehead.