Authors Note: Thank you all so much for the reviews from last chapter! It definitely reinforced my faith in this story. I definitely plan on bringing in some characters from each series and an actual plot will develop. Don't worry about things not being Supernatural enough! That'll come in time. Please keep the reviews coming!
She was not jealous. Caroline Forbes did not get jealous. Not anymore, at least. It had been a very long time since she felt jealousy course through her veins (years really) and she didn't like it one bit. The bar was pretty crowded, and she had to peek through the masses of people to see the object of her jealousy. It had been a little over a week since her breakfast date with Dean, and she had been none too anxiously waiting for him to ask her out again. She had to remind herself that they saw each other every day anyway, but it wasn't the same. She wanted him all to herself. And apparently the blonde slut-bag that was all over him wanted that too. One of the things that Caroline had learned since becoming a vampire was that emotions hit much harder than they did when she was human. She could very easily become consumed by the jealousy buzzing through her veins. And it wasn't as though he was even flirting back with the girl; he kept sending her desperate looks as though begging her to save him. She had to bury the instinct to sprint across the bar and rip out all the girl's fake blonde hair.
"She's moving in on your man," Trixie very obviously stated, moving to stand next to the blonde. Caroline glared at her, biting back a sarcastic remark.
"He's not my man," She informed her, brushing one of her curls out of her face. Even though she said the words, Caroline didn't really believe them. There was something between Dean and her, something she couldn't explain. It wasn't just sexual, or intellectual. It was as if they connected on the molecular level. Not once in her life, or her unlife for that matter, had she felt for someone what she felt for Dean Winchester. And it terrified her.
"Yeah, I totally believe that," Trixie laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically before bouncing off to serve someone a drink. The blonde bimbo had wound her arms around Dean's neck and was whispering very closely to his mouth. Caroline felt her body stiffen and exhaled sharply. The bitch had it coming.
"Dean, darling, we're going to be late for our reservations," Caroline put on her sweetest voice as she walked over to them. Upon seeing her, the blonde stepped back and Caroline quickly took her place, her hand moving to grab the back of his neck as she dragged Dean's lips down to her own. The kiss was really just to get the girl to back off, but Caroline quickly forgot she even existed as Dean's lips moved over hers. His hands grasped her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she had to stifle a moan as his tongue traced her own. A few moments later, he pulled back with that damned smirk on his face.
"Hello to you too, Princess," His voice was husky, and she shivered. "I should let girls hit on me more often if this is your reaction to it,"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Caroline stuttered out, looking down at the floor. She knew she had been acting childishly, and now Dean knew it too and she didn't think she'd ever been so embarrassed. He chuckled, using his finger to push her chin back towards him. He placed a light kiss on her lips and the blonde was certain that her knees had just gone weak.
"Well, thank you for saving me. That girl was awful," He told her, his brown eyes twinkling. Caroline grinned back, scanning the room for said awful girl. She found her standing near the exit, shooting her death glares. Caroline glared back, and the girl walked out of the bar.
"Yeah, you seemed like you were in so much pain," She rolled her eyes, causing him to laugh again. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. She moved her to rest her hands on his broad shoulders, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I'm sorry. That wasn't exactly how I imagined our first kiss going,"
"So you've been imagining kissing me, hmm?" Dean teased, pulling her closer. His hand slid up her back to play with her curls, and Caroline rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't get cocky, Winchester," She mumbled, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face, especially when he was looking at her with those beautiful eyes. He smirked, stepping back and taking her hand in his own. He pulled her towards the back room, looking over his shoulder to make sure none of the other employees were following. "Dean, I have to go on in ten minutes!"
"This won't take more than five," A giggle bubbled from her throat at that, and he turned to glare at her. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Princess. Trust me, I can go a hell of a lot longer than five minutes,"
"I'll keep that in mind," Caroline flirted back as he closed the door. He turned towards her, one of his hands resting on her waist and the other cupping her cheek. She felt her breath catch, anticipation buzzing through her veins. She spoke softly, as though scared if she spoke too loud it would ruin the moment. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you the way our first kiss was supposed to go before you got all jealous and jumped me," His voice was low and husky, and she suppressed a shiver. He pulled her closely, tilting her face upward as his lips hovered over her own. "I've been thinking about doing this since the day I walked into this bar."
She didn't get a chance to respond before his lips descended on her own. The kiss started off gentle as they explored the new sensation. His lips moved over hers as her arms lifted to wrap around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. He gently traced her lower lip with his tongue, begging her for entrance, which she quickly complied to. His hand moved from her cheek to tangle in her curls, tilting her head back as his tongue battled with her own. Caroline had felt butterflies in her stomach before, but this was something entirely different. It felt as though those butterflies were exploding. He pulled back, breathing hard. Her eyes remained closed for a few moments, before she opened them and looked at him.
"Wow," She whispered, a shuttering breath escaping her lips. Dean smiled, leaning forward to brush a quick kiss across her forehead. "If you kiss me like that every time I get jealous, I might have to do it more often."
"I plan on kissing you like that every single day for a very long time, Princess," He mumbled, his eyes locked with her own. She smiled again, surprised by the intensity in those few words. He shook his head, smirking before releasing her. She suddenly felt cold without him pressed against her and found herself pouting a little bit. "Don't pout at me. Someone has a show to put on,"
"I forgot," Caroline laughed, causing him to smile wider. He took her hand in his own, linking their fingers and leading her back towards the crowded bar. Dean walked her towards the stage, leaning down to kiss her again before gently nudging her towards there stairs.
"Go show 'em what my girl's got," He called after her, and she grinned back at him. Throughout her entire set, with his eyes locked on her from across the room, all she could think was how absolutely amazing it was to be Dean Winchester's girl.