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Woman of Letters - 11

A/N: I have tried before to stick to  a posting schedule, but I can't.. So I'm just gonna post whenever I have a chapter ready. Thank you all for your feedback. And thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93

Characters: Sam, Dean, Louisa (OFC)

Pairing: Louisa x ???? (oh yeah… it's happening… but who??)

Warnings: Language, a tiiiiiiny second of angst, fluff

Worcount: 3219

asthetic by the lovely @hanny-writes-spn

The next morning was.. stressful, to say the least. Sam woke first and hit the shower, Dean followed after Sam was done and Louisa was the last one to clean up. The night before they had realized that Louisa needed to go shopping for some ‘FBI clothes’ and Sam needed to find a place he could make her a fake badge.

Louisa stood in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to do her hair and makeup to look as professional as possible while her stomach was in knots from nerves. She had no idea what she should expect from this. Sure she had read a lot and she and Sam had worked hard to get her into fighting shape, but this was different. She told herself over and over again that both brothers would be there to look after her, but somehow it did little to comfort her.

A soft knock sounded on the door, followed by Sam's voice. “We need to get started. You ready?”

“Yeah, I'm coming,” she responded. She took one last look at herself before she joined the men in the other room.

She was well aware that these two men were handsome, you had to be blind not to see that, they were both built like gods, she was not prepared for the sight that met her though. Both brothers were dressed in black suits and it nearly took her breath away. Dean was wearing a green tie that really brought out his eyes and they were greener now than she had ever seen them before. Her eyes traveled from his eyes to his freckled nose, to his chiseled jaw and down to his broad shoulders. The sound of Sam clearing his throat snapped her back into reality, and a wave of relief washed over her as she noticed that Dean had his eyes trained on the case file. She still felt a little embarrassed though. Dean might not have noticed, but Sam certainly did.

“You good to go?” Sam questioned with a knowing smile playing on his lips. Louisa nodded her head before she went to get her purse. “Great. I thought it would be best if we split up. I'll go to the library to make your fake ID and you and Dean can go shopping.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean agreed.

**

Dean sat in the Impala outside of a gas station where Louisa had gone in to change into the clothes she had just bought. He had tried the best he could to keep his eyes off of her all day, willing these new feelings away, but to no avail. He didn't have to look at her for the butterflies to erupt in his stomach, her laugh did that, or the sound of her voice, of the smell of her perfume that was now all over the car. He couldn't get her out of his mind, and he hated it.

“This is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn,” Louisa complained as she sat down in the passenger seat. She had told the lady at the store that she had a job interview in a bank and she needed some clothes that she could wear to it. The lady had then picked out a women's suit with pants, a tight white shirt and a pair of high heels to match. It was the heels that bothered her the most, she was normally in sneakers.

“You look nice… very professional,” Dean said without looking at her as he drove them to pick up Sam.

Sam was already waiting for them when they pulled up, and Dean and Louisa stepped out of the cat and joined him on the sidewalk.

“So, here’s your fake I.D,” Sam said, handing the leather casing to Louisa before directing his attention to Dean. “We have a lot of ground to cover, so I think we should split up. I'll go to the morgue, and you go talk to the first victim’s widower,” Sam suggested.

“What about me?” Louisa asked.

“You can choose,” Sam offered.

“I don't think I'm ready for the morgue just yet,” Louisa thought out loud. “Mind if I stick with you?” she asked, looking at Dean.

“Come on,” Dean said as he rounded the car and opened the door on the drivers side. “You check in when you know something,” he said to Sam before climbing in.

“Same goes for you,” Sam responded.

 There was an awkward silence in the car for the first few minutes until Dean asked Louisa to go over again what they knew about the first victim.

“Elizabeth Wilson was thirty two, married, no kids, she's an author who got her first book published about two years ago. It was an instant hit, and she just published a sequel earlier this year,” Louisa summarised.

“And the husband?”

“He's thirty four, works as a contractor, aaaaaand that's all there is on him.”

“Hmm.. Anything fishy at all?”

“It doesn't look like it. She donated a lot of money to different charities. She was very involved in the community it looks like,” Louisa said. She took her phone from her purse and did a quick Google search. “There's a few articles about her in the local newspaper, and from the looks of things she was well liked.”

“That doesn't sound really suspicious,” Dean noted.

“I agree, but what if i tell you that she was close friends with Benjamin Roberts, and that his overnight success came just a couple of days after hers?”

“Our second victim? That makes it a little more suspicious,” Dean admitted just as he pulled into the Wilson’s driveway.

“And it looks like Elizabeth quit her job to pursue her writing and then just a few days later her book came out,” Louisa said just as she stepped out of the car.

“I'm nervous,” she admitted as they approached the door, trying her best to hide her trembling hands.

“Just follow my lead and you'll be fine,” Dean assured before he rang the doorbell.

The man who opened the door was tall, almost as tall as Dean, he had dirty blond hair and blue eyes. “Greg Wilson?” Dean asked.

“Uhm.. yeah..” Greg answered, looking a little puzzled.

“I'm agent Burton with the FBI and this is my partner, agent Lee.” Dean held up his badge for the man to see, and Louisa followed suit, flashing it quickly to hide her shaking hand. “We are here to investigate your wife’s death, and we were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?” Dean explained.

The man looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a while, and he reeked of alcohol. He had probably been drowning his sorrows. “I've already gone over all this with the police,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“I know, but we would like to conduct our own investigation, if you don't mind. It won't take long.”

Greg sighed before agreeing to answer a few questions and leading Dean and Louisa into the house.

He lead them into the living room, which was clean and tidy apart from a few empty bottles of whiskey littering the table. Greg took a seat in a chair, motioning for Dean and Louisa to sit on the couch while he grabbed his pack of cigarettes. “Do you mind?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before he lighted it.   

“I wanted to ask you about the relationship between your wife and a Benjamin Roberts,” Dean started.

“Ben was the one who introduced us. He and Liz grew up in the same neighborhood and I met Ben when my company was hired to do some renovations on his house,” Greg explained. He didn't really look at them, he just stared into the air as he spoke, taking a drag of his cigarette every once in awhile.  

**

About half an hour later, Dean and Louisa where back in the Impala, calling Sam.

“Hello?” Sam’s voice sounded through the phone.

“Hey, you’re on speaker,” Dean said.

“What did you get?”

“Not much to be honest,” Dean started. “The only thing that is suspicious with this is both victims overnight success and the fact that they died just a few days apart. Any luck at the morgue?”

“Not much. Their deaths really do look like just accidents. I'm just about to talk to the mortician now. Call you back after,” Sam said, not waiting for a response before hanging up the phone.

“Do you have any theories?” Louisa asked.

“I don't know. I'm not even entirely convinced this is our kind of thing,” Dean said, fixing his eyes on the road.

“Why don’t you just ask your demon friend?”

“Crowley? He's not exactly a friend.” Dean thought about it for a second. “I'll give him a call later.”

**

Dean and Louisa stopped to grab some food and headed back to the motel to meet up with Sam who was just finishing up at the morgue. Louisa grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom as soon as they got back so that she could change out of her suit and into something a little more comfortable. She opted for an old t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans.

When she got out from the bathroom, Dean had thrown his jacket on the bed along with his tie, he had opened the first couple of buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Louisa had to force herself to look away, something she had caught herself doing a lot lately. Ever since that day when Dean had helped her with her car, she had noticed her feelings for him were changing. She was definitely falling for him.

“Did you get a hold of Crowley?” she asked.

“Nah. We’ll see if he calls back,” Dean answered as he got from his chair went to grab some beer “You want one?” he asked, offering Louisa a bottle.

“Thanks,” she said, taking the beer from him.

“You did good today,” he said, locking eyes with Louisa.

“I didn't really do much,” she said with a shy smile, trying not to drown in Dean's emerald green eyes.

“It takes a little while to get into the groove of things, but I have no doubt that you can do it.” Dean reached out and squeezed her upper arm, letting his hand stay there for a moment longer than needed. He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her deeply.

“Thank you, Dean. That means a lot.” It wasn't a lie. Having Dean tell her she was doing good meant a lot to her. It wasn't that she needed his approval, but it was nice to feel like a part of the team. They stood there for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes, none of them able to move away from the other. It wasn't until Sam came through the door that they snapped out of it, Louisa turning away and Dean awkwardly clearing his throat.

**

A few days later they all arrived back at the bunker. It turned out that the case was just freaky accidents, nothing supernatural about them at all. Louisa didn't know if she should be disappointed or relieved that she didn't get to fight some demons or any other sort of monster. As for Dean, he was back to avoiding her. He didn't make eye contact, he didn't speak to her unless it was necessary, and as soon as they had finished work for the day, he had gone out to a bar. To Sam it was clear what had happened, his brother had started feeling attached to this girl, so he had done the same as he always did, he had pushed her away. Louisa however, she didn't know this. She had racked her brain to try and figure out what she had done, or maybe it was something she had said. Either way, she was none the wiser.

Louisa was heading for her room when she heard Dean and Sam speaking in Dean's room. She had every intention to walk past it and go to her own room, but when she heard her name being said her curiosity took over. She positioned herself outside the door and tried to stay as quiet as she could.

“You need to tell her what's going on, man,” Sam said, even though he knew that reasoning with his brother never really got him anywhere.

“There's nothing going on.”

“You can lie to yourself all you want, Dean, but you’re not fooling me,” Sam pressed.

“And what exactly am I lying to myself about?” Dean asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“You like her,” Sam said casually.

Louisa’s heart was pounding in her chest as she made her way to her room. She didn't stay to hear Dean's response to Sam's accusation, but there was no way in hell Dean liked her. He had been a little nicer to her now, but that was probably just to make Sam happy. She threw her bag on her bed and started unpacking, throwing her dirty clothes in her hamper and putting the clean ones back in the closet. She sat on her bed for a while after that, thinking, trying to figure out what was going on, how she felt about Dean, if there had been any signs that he felt the same way. She didn't come up with anything, and eventually she got tired of wondering.

“We’re both adults, I can just ask him,” she said to herself before storming out of her room and back down the hall to Dean's room. She knocked softly.

“Can I come in? I won't be long,” she asked as Dean opened his door slightly.  

“Uhmm.. Sure,” Dean said, opening his door wider to let her in. “Take a seat.” He motioned to the edge of his bed and Louisa sat down, he opted for the chair by his desk.

“I feel really stupid for asking this again, but I need to know if I did something to offend you?” Louisa asked, not looking at him, instead she had fixed her eyes on her hands.

Dean sighed, not at her question, but at his own foolishness. “You didn't do anything. It's my issue and you should not feel responsible.”

“I just don't get it. I thought we were getting along just fine. I thought we were becoming friends,” she said with a slight shiver in her voice, her eyes still fixed on her hands. She wasn't normally this vulnerable, but there was something about Dean that just dragged it out of her.

“Hey,” Dean said softly. He moved of the chair and down to the floor, kneeling in front of her. He tilted his head down so that he could catch her eye. “I promise you that you have done nothing wrong. And we are getting along. And I would love for us to be friends. I just.. I have some things to figure out first.”

Dean's face was just inches from Louisa’s and she could feel his warm breath fanning her face as he spoke. From this distance she could clearly make out all the freckles that dusted his nose, and the slight stubble growing on his chin and jaws. Her heart was pounding in her chest, so hard that she was sure he heard it, as she thought about closing the gap between them. She wanted to feel those plump lips on her own, she needed to know if they felt as soft as they looked.

“I don't understand,” she whispered, her eyes flitting between his.

Dean had no answer for her, he had no answer for himself. A stray hair had fallen into her face and he couldn't stop himself from reaching up and tucking it back in its place. His hand landed on her cheek and he could feel himself leaning towards her. He couldn't stop it, he didn't want to stop it. In that moment the rest of the world melted away and all Dean could see was Louisa’s crystal blue eyes as he searched them for some sort of protest to what was happening. He stopped right before their lips met, still looking into her eyes, he needed her to make the decision for them, he needed her to close the gap, to make the final move. And she did. It was short and sweet, like she was testing the waters, and she pulled away slightly. Now it was her turn to wait, wait for Dean to return the gesture. Their lips collided again, molding together like this was the only thing they were supposed to do. Her hands reached up and wrapped around Dean's neck, one hand gripping his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. Dean's tongue lightly brushed her lips, seeking a permission she gladly gave him.

Dean wrapped an arm around her waist as he lightly pushed her back on the bed, towering over her, never releasing the kiss. The two of them got completely lost in the moment, lost in each other, just enjoying the feel of one another.

“We can't do this,” Dean whispered, slightly out of breath. “It's not that I don't want to, believe me, but I want to do things properly with you,” he explained.

She was a little disappointed, but at the same time she appreciated his words. “Really?”

“Yeah. I like you, and I don't want to rush things.”

“I like you too,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her again. “This was a good talk,” she teased, “but I think I'm gonna head back to my room.” She placed another kiss to his lips, letting him know that she hadn't changed her mind.

“You can sleep here if you’d like. I promise to be a complete gentleman.” He meant it when he said he wanted to wait, to do things right for once, but he didn't want her to go. He wanted to fall asleep next to her, to hold her through the night, he wanted her smile to be the first thing he saw in the morning.

“I would like that very much. I'll go get changed and I'll be back,” she said, climbing out of Dean's bed. She was a little hesitant to spend the night, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but there was a small part of her that was afraid. Probably some lingering emotions from her last relationship. She knew that Dean was different, and she really didn't want him to feel like she was pushing him away, so she agreed to spend the night. Besides, who wouldn't love to have the opportunity to sleep in the same bed as Dean Winchester?  

It didn't take her more than a couple of minutes before she was back in Dean's bed, her head resting on his chest while his arm wrapped around her waist.

“I'm sorry about how I've been acting towards you since you came here,” Dean said, his voice vibrating through his chest. Louisa tilted her head so that she could look into his eyes.

“You’re making up for it,” she said with a smile before kissing him again, humming in content.  

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