Hearing Is Believing

This is a scene from the episode 'Everybody Loves A Clown' at the beginning of season 2. Dean seeks out Kaycee after beating the Impala at Bobby's junk yard. He wants to see how she is, but is scared she'll find out what his dad said to him before he died.
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This scene has been edited, but has not been scrutinised enough for me to consider it finished. Further edits may replace the current version.

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He had been standing at the numbered door for nearly three minutes now. They had barely spoken since the events at the hospital had climaxed with the death of his father, and he knew he should see her without distractions, to make sure she was ok. He was scared, (petrified in fact) that everything he was hiding from Sam would be known to her the second she opened the door.
His father had forced a promise onto him that he didn’t understand, and he wondered hourly what John had known to make his eldest son promise to kill his own brother should he be unable to save him. Save him from what? What the hell would warrant the need to kill Sam?
He kept telling everyone he was ok, but he’d beaten the trunk of the Impala fiercely that morning, his hands still torn from the crow bar’s rough surface as he’d pounded it on the once shining metal of his prized possession. The wreck continued to sit at Bobby’s, in desperate need of restoration, and Dean was grateful that Sam had saved the car, even if he’d just taken out all his anger on it.
Pushing his thoughts out of his mind, he finally swallowed his apprehension, knocked twice and waited.
Kaycee had been in the bathroom, staring at the bruises on side of her face, starting half way up the right side of her neck, following the curve of her jaw line up behind her ear before disappearing under her hairline. They had turned from their deep purple to that sick yellow colour bruises got before they disappeared completely. The same side of her head was half shaved (the need for her scalp to be stapled had been their excuse to massacre her beautiful brown locks), and she’d been trying to get the courage to go get her hair cut to make her at least marginally presentable for society. And while she was still attached to what was left of the hair that had taken years to grow, she knew she couldn’t get around with the hospital ‘doo’ much longer, not with Dean recovered and John’s mourning period waning.
Besides the ruined hair, Kaycee still had a week before the Frankenstein looking staples had to come out, and her right wrist, while out of its sling was still in a brace the doctors assured her was necessary to set right whatever had gone wrong in the first place.
The tension between the brothers had been enough to give her a headache (to add to the rest of her aches), and she had been making a serious effort to hum in her head so she didn’t hear what the two were thinking. Listening to Dean bitch about missing out on a piece of ass was one thing, but she knew he was dealing with a lot more than lucking out right now.
She had always hated being privy to people’s darkest secrets, and she had promised herself early in life that she’d never say aloud what she heard in a person’s head, and Dean knew that, but she’d noticed that he was giving her a wide birth. He didn’t want her to know something, and the best way to keep it that way was to stay away from her.
So in all honesty when the knock at the door reached her ears, she expected it to be Sam. She walked out of the small, badly decorated bathroom, turned down the Def Leppard playing on her portable iPod speakers and dragged her tired ass to the front door, pulling it open to reveal the height and broad shoulders of a Winchester, just not tall or wide enough to be Sam.
“Dean,” she said, surprise hinting in her voice. She moved aside so he could come in, the sombre look on his face enough to tell her instantly that he was there for comfort, whether he’d admit it or not.
Dean moved inside, his battered hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He shuffled over to the double bed and sat down on the flamboyant floral bed spread without a word.
Kaycee closed the door behind him and moved over to stand beside his hunched form, already hearing him wonder if he should have come, whether it was worth the chance of having to spill his soul, inadvertently or not.
She frowned, not knowing what to say to him to make him feel better. He’d just lost his dad, and had the weight of the world put on his shoulders. It was up to him to kill that Demon now, to keep his brother safe. He knew that he had help, but it didn’t matter in his mind, it was his personal responsibility now.
What the hell was there to say that would make him feel better?
Instead of speaking, Kaycee side stepped his jeans covered legs to move in front of him, nudging her way forward, Dean opening his legs to grant her access to stand with her knees touching the edge of the bed.
He looked up at her, his green eyes focused intently on her pretty (but battered) face as she looked down, all the sadness he felt mirrored in those beautiful honey brown eyes of hers.
She reached her arms out and wrapped them around his shoulders and head, lacing her fingers into his short, blonde hair as Dean willingly accepted the embrace, wrapping his own, much larger arms around her hips and butt, resting his head against her breasts.
He listened to her steady heartbeat, and felt her chest rise and fall as she ran her fingers through his hair and placed an affectionate kiss atop of his head. He could feel her sympathy, and faintly heard her think the words ‘I’m so sorry baby’.
After a few comforting minutes in silence (save the odd thought he heard from her), he pulled his head back from her chest, her small, feminine hands sliding down from his hair to frame his strong jaw as he set his hands to her hips.
He thought about what his dad had said, and he saw her eyes narrow in concentration and then widen a little in confusion as the words were heard in her mind. She didn’t make any other acknowledgment that she had heard him, and he was glad she didn’t. If she said it out loud, it would take it from thought to reality, and he didn’t want to face the reality of it just yet.
Instead of questioning him, she just leaned down and softly placed her lips against his, lingering for a short moment before she felt him kiss her back.
It was about the chastest kiss she could remember between them, and she worked hard to keep the sadness he was feeling from seeping into her. She felt tears coming to her eyes and she squeezed them shut tighter than before as she removed her lips from his before kissing him briefly once and then twice more, finally pulling to an arms length from him, her hands still cupping his face.
“Do you want a beer?”
Dean just nodded, though a smile tugged ever so slightly at the corner of his lips. He wanted to thank her, but couldn’t bring himself to do it, because that meant that he’d needed this more than he let on.
Kaycee just smiled warmly at him and removed herself from his grip, going to the small fridge in the area designated as the kitchen, stooping down to grab a beer for him, returning a moment later to hand it over.
As he accepted it, she noticed the grazes on his palms and knuckles, and Dean looked sheepishly up at her as he relived the events at the junkyard earlier that day.
The visual thoughts gave Kaycee that fuzzy feeling in her head she got with visual thoughts, and she was forced to ask him what he’d done.
“What happened?”
“Took a crowbar to the Impala,” Dean admitted, frowning before opening his beer and taking a long drink.
“I hope you didn’t kill her, I love that car,” she replied idly as she moved back to the kitchen table to grab up the last of the burger and fries that she’d been eating earlier. She sat down in the plastic dining chair, pulling one leg up under her before taking a bite out of the half eaten cheeseburger.
She didn’t ask him what had made him need to take out his anger and frustrations out on the car, he was glad for it.
He just sighed, “Nothing I can’t fix.” He took another long swig from the beer before giving a satisfied lip smack, the cool liquid helping to relieve the hot flush he’d had going.
“Have you talked to Sam?” she continued, giving him a look that indicated she wasn’t referring to idle chit chat.
Dean sighed again, “And how would that conversation go? Hey Sam, dad made me promise to kill you if you give into the ‘Dark Side’.”
Kaycee smiled a little at the Star Wars reference but she knew it was no laughing matter. “Do you think it’ll come to that?” she asked, her voice quieter than before, scared maybe?
“God I hope not.” Dean replied quickly before taking another sip of his beer, it was already half finished. He looked over to her, his eyes turning serious. “I hope you’ll tell me if you hear anything strange coming from him though Kase.”
She nodded, though the idea didn’t appeal to her considering her ‘non disclosure’ rule, but this was different right? If it could save Sam, stop him from something their father had feared would happen, then surely she had to tell Dean?
There was a short pause before he changed the subject.
“How’re you doing?”
The topic turning to her made Kaycee pause and look up from her fast food lunch, her previous thoughts cut short, she was forced to evaluate herself. She pursed her lips together, but gave a bit of a forced smile soon after. “I’m alright.”
“I was worried about you, I went to see you while I was wandering around the hospital.”
Kaycee’s forced smile turned genuine at his admission.
“I guess if nothing else, you learned something new about your ability,” he added quickly, drinking hesitantly from his bottle again after rushing to change the subject again.
It was Kaycee’s turn to sigh as she dropped her food back on the table. “Yeah, just one more thing I can’t do.”
“Makes sense though,” Dean reassured her. “I wasn’t in my body, how could you expect to hear me?”
“That must have been weird, walking around like that.” It was her turn to change the subject now.
“Oh yeah, it’s way up there on my creepy shit list.”
Kaycee giggled, and Dean smiled, glad to see her smiling if nothing else.
“Do me a favour?” he asked her, innocently enough.
Kaycee looked at him to acknowledge she was listening.
“Let me have my way with you?”
She burst out laughing this time, and Dean broke into one of those grins he got when he was being cheeky.
She stood up, brushed her hands free of grease on her jeans fronts, which left dark streaks in the blue material, and strolled towards him.
Even though he figured she would, her acceptance still made his heart jump and immediately pick up pace.
“I was worried you’d lost your taste for me, with all the avoiding you’ve done lately.”
“With that sexy hair? Never.”
Laughing again, Kaycee tentatively ran her hand through her hair, deciding to definitely get that hair cut tomorrow. She reached Dean and stood before him, looking down at him with eyes that said his antics were appreciated.
Dean immediately reached his hands out, grasping her hips and guided her to straddle his lap, still managing to keep a hold of his beer with one hand all the while.
“Keep teasing me and you’ll get nothing,” she warned with a kidding smirk.
“Who said I was teasing, I’m serious,” Dean played along, though he gently ran his fingers along her bruised cheek, slowly sliding his hand into her hair, something that told her he really was sorry for seeing her hurt, though she figured that much.
He brushed her hair away from the unbruised side of her neck before leaning in to kiss the soft skin behind her ear, listening as her breath hitched in her throat and she gripped her hands into the fabric of the shirt at his chest.
His tongue flicked out across her creamy skin, tasting one of his favourite delicacies that was Kaycee, the subtle salty taste of her sweat, the smell of the last hotel shampoo she’d used, and her own scent. All were mixed together to tantalise his senses, and he realised then, just how much he’d missed being with her, even in this short time. If he’d known she would have been such a stress reliever, he would have come to talk to her sooner.
There was something comforting about her knowing everything, especially without him having to confess it. She never brought up anything he thought about, even now that she knew him so well. He liked that sometimes she’d just smile softly at him, acknowledged that she was listening, and let it remain silent. She was nothing like Sam, who always wanted to talk about it, work things out, constantly questioning.
While that may have worked for his brother, Dean was a strong believer in keeping his feelings to himself, Kaycee understood that. And while at first it had freaked him out a bit, he could safely say now, that Kaycee knew things about him he’d never told anyone, and it didn’t bother him.
When Cassie had called him asking for his help, he and Kaycee had already been together (albeit on and off) for a few months. He’d worried that she would turn into some jealous cat fighting bitch, but Kaycee didn’t say a thing to indicate jealously. She was pleasant to Cassie and helped out in the case just as much as she usually did. She and Cassie had even hugged as they were leaving, and then she got into the Impala so Dean could say his goodbyes without feeling awkward. She had to have known that he’d slept with her the night before, the goodbye kiss was a pretty damned good indicator of that, and that was without the mind ‘hearing’ factored in.
When Sam had asked his older brother whether meeting a girl like Cassie, being in love, made him want to give up hunting, Dean had looked over his shoulder at Kaycee. She had been looking out the window, but he saw the little smile on her lips as he told himself not to think about it. It’d been easy to tell Sam to just wake him up when it was his turn to drive, but harder for him to think about something else in the silence that followed.
She just put in her earphones and left him to think about whatever he wanted.
But he wasn’t thinking about any of that at the moment, he was too busy enjoying the smell of her, and the feel of denim under his fingers as he grabbed her ass greedily. Cassie hadn’t even entered his mind, he was too caught up in the moment to think of anything but the gorgeous flesh atop him.
Kaycee gave a small moan, one of sweet relief as Dean washed away the aches and pains with a flood of pleasure and those little tingles that gave her goose bumps as his lips grazed ever so slightly over her sensitive skin.
She tilted her head upright again and hooked one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into her lips as her desperation to taste him grew too much to sit on any longer. Dean eagerly accepted her lips, slow, desperate passion making the kiss they’d shared just minutes before look like something between six year old relatives.
Kaycee noted he tasted of beer, and that he felt so god damned fantastic against her tongue that she almost instantly grew uneasy on top of him.
Dean skipped a step as he realised he was about to drop his beer, his desire to get under her shirt took over the need to keep the bottle between his fingers. With a bit of a grunt at the realisation he removed his lips from Kaycee and reattached his grip the neck of the brown glass bottle.
Having been so rudely interrupted, Kaycee looked to see what he was doing, and quickly grabbed the bottle from him, finishing the last few mouthfuls in one big gulp before tossing the bottle carelessly over her shoulder, hearing it make a loud clunk as it hit the linoleum in the kitchen.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “I wanted that,” he said, clearly amused.
“You’re not the greatest multi tasker,” she replied with a cheeky little grin that mimicked his own so well he couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re saying you’re more important than the beer, so I should focus on you?” he asked, grinning so much it actually seemed to hurt some muscle in his neck.
“Weeeeel, I could go get you another one and let you sit there and drink it?” she teased, making a move to get up and do just that.
His fingers sunk into the flesh of her ass so hard it made her yelp and immediately sit back down in his lap properly.
Dean’s erection was painful under his fly, and it made him groan as he felt Kaycee press back into it, he pulled her flush against his chest, nipping at her ear.
“What do you think?” he asked breathlessly.
Kaycee didn’t answer, instead she rolled her hips into him, brushing against him hard, another deep groan coming from him as she wound her arms around his shoulders.
Unable to keep his hunger at bay any longer, Kaycee found herself flung to her left, and she landed with a flop onto the bed as Dean quickly moved to hover over her. It hurt her head, the soft landing too much for her injured scalp, she gave a swallowed cry and Dean’s face hardened as he realised what he’d done. He reached a hand out, moving it lightly over the side of her head and leaned down, giving her a slow, methodical ‘sorry’ smooch which did a good job of making her forget about the pain.
He wanted to pin her hands over her head, but the brace on her wrist told him that he would just cause more pain if he tried. His usual instinct to bend her to his will was pushed aside, and he instead just trailed his hand along the skin of her arm as he continued to kiss her.
Kaycee felt like she had literally melted into him, and they were now one, stuck together like some circus side show act. The hard muscles of his chest pushed into her breasts and his hands were rough as they slid over her arm. She gave a shiver, and felt him smirk against her bruising lips.
When he finally broke away they were both out of breath, and Kaycee shifted up the bed, picking one leg up slightly to move to the opposite side of his knees, making it more comfortable for both of them.
Rising to a kneeling position, Dean disposed of his shirt, pulling the button up garment over his head and tossing it into the background. He undid his belt and ripped it unceremoniously from around his hips, making his jeans drop down a couple of inches, revealing the creases in his hips that dropped down under his boxers.
Kaycee sat up a bit, shifting back and using the wall behind her as a prop as she tugged Dean forward by his belt loops.
Being a good, obedient boy, he complied and shuffled forward until she stopped tugging. She moved to undo his jeans’ buttons but he stopped her, grasping her hand in his and moving it aside as he leaned down somewhat to kiss her again.
She had to strain her spine straight to reach up, and his hand snaked around her lower back, pulling her into him more as he sat on his calves.
His hands slid under her shirt at her hips and he trailed them slowly up her sides before pulling it off, with a momentary break in their kiss as she raised her arms up for him to remove it from her. Her chest now bare (she had not been planning on going out yet, she didn’t see the need for a bra), Dean slid his hands back down, loving the feel of her skin against his grazed palms as he pulled her chest into his to feel her soft flesh against him, his lips having immediately sought hers out after her arms fell back to her sides.
Kaycee took the time with her arms now free to continue undoing his pants and she found that this time he didn’t stop her. She could hear him talking about how good she felt, and wondering if his hands were tickling her (they were, but she wasn’t about to ask him to stop). She felt him pause against her lips for just a second as he realised she was touching him, before resuming his previous activity with her lips with all the more passion.
She finally managed to undo the buttons on his jeans (the wrist brace was a damned hindrance) and let them fall down to pool at his knees, now his boxers the only thing restraining him. It was all too easy to slide her unbraced hand under the waist band of them, running her fingers teasingly over his demanding erection.
Dean grunted and seized up again, this time for more than a second as he groaned heartily into her mouth, all but melting into her now, the soft feel of her slim fingers sliding over him a tad overwhelming. She knew just how to touch him, and he praised god for that fact.
Kaycee giggled, “You really know how to make a girl feel special,” she murmured against his lips.
Flicking his tongue across her lips, with its teasing comments, Dean leaned his forehead against hers. He opened his eyes and managed to focus on those gorgeous honey brown eyes of hers.
“Well you are pretty fucking good,” he muttered breathlessly before closing his eyes and biting on a groan.
He reiterated the sentence in his mind, with a lot of ‘really’s’ for effect.
Kaycee gave a bit of a chuckle again.
“Stop listening to me, I sound like an idiot,” Dean said, opening his eyes again. “I can’t think straight when you do this.”
“I like listening to you tell me how good I am,” she replied smoothly, just as smoothly as she was running her hand over his dick.
“I can see that,” Dean choked out with a deep groan.
She could feel him starting to lean into her more, the pressure on her forehead was increasing, he was starting to relax to the point where staying vertical in any way was too hard, and she was finding it difficult to keep him upright.
She was so glad that he felt better, she didn’t have the heart to ask him to move. That sadness in him was long gone, she loved the sound of her name in his mind as he praised her.
“Lay down,” she finally instructed, unable to take any more of his weight on her comfortably.
Dean opened his eyes to look at her again, realising then that she had leaned back into the wall again and he had just about fallen on top of her. Still, he gave her a quizzical look as if to ask why. Normally he gave the orders after all.
She just looked at him expectantly, with a touch of amusement across those pretty lips of hers, giving him a slight squeeze, which seemed to bring him to his senses.
There was shuffling and a bit of laughter as his pants caught up under his knees, causing him to fall on his face.
Flipping over and kicking his jeans down his legs, Dean, (now with a pink face) rearranged himself.
Kaycee, still smiling, shifted down the bed and went about removing his shoes and socks, then stood up at the foot of the bed, pulling his jeans off in a sweeping motion like a trickster pulled the table cloth out from under the dining wear.
He laughed, and Kaycee grinned before she kneeled on the bed once more and shuffled up.
He wasn’t entirely sure what she was up to, but he knew it couldn’t be bad. She laid down next to him, propping herself up on her elbow, leaning over to kiss him.
He made to roll onto his side, but she pushed a hand against his chest to stop him.
When she pulled away she placed another kiss against his neck, then another on his chest.
Dean gulped with eager anticipation as Kaycee worked her way down his chest and torso, her fingers sliding under her boxers and pulling them down enough to fully expose his rigid cock to the cool air.
Shuffling down, Dean dropped his head back into the pillows as her hand clasped around him again, groaning loudly and moving a hand into her hair on instinct, quickly retracting it when he heard the sound of pain she made in her mind. He pulled his head up to look at her, to make sure she was ok.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling up at him a little.
Dean licked his lips anxiously and said that he didn’t mean to hurt her in his head.
“I know,” she replied, trailing her tongue along that deep crease that ran along his hip into his groin.
Dropping his head back into the pillows, Dean’s large hands grabbed the sheets instead, and he fluttered his eyes shut with a groan as Kaycee finally put him out of his misery and wrapped her lips around his member.
Kaycee had discovered in her time with Dean that she was actually pretty good at a few things, and this seemed to be one of them. She had wondered how bloody hard it could be considering rubbing up against a tree was enough to get a guy off, but the way Dean moaned her name as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his dick made her smirk at the talent all the same.
When she took him in as far as she could, she heard him take in a deep breath, and his hips shifted up towards her, and it took all of her willpower to stop herself from gagging.
Dean seemed completely unaware of this, the ins and outs of giving head was not something he was familiar with. But the way it felt, the amazing way he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sensations she was giving him was the sweetest relief he could ever ask for. The stress just seemed to flee his body, he wasn’t sure he could move if his life depended on it, and he loved it. And just when he thought it’d feel all the better if she did so and so, she would. He knew she was listening to him, and she did exactly what he asked without having to try and make sounds.
And as if the intention was for her to overwhelm him, she would rake her nails down his chest, or do some fantastic thing with her tongue that he couldn’t describe. He desperately wanted to feel her hair, to touch her some way, but she made it impossible with her injuries and her position.
It only took a few minutes before he came.
When he opened his eyes, Kaycee was nowhere to be seen. Had he fallen asleep? He didn’t think so. He heard running water and concluded she was in the bathroom, doing what women did after such an event. He struggled to concentrate with the wash of relaxation that had come over him, so he closed his eyes again, and this time he did sleep.
Kaycee had finished her burger and was sorting out clothes that had been tossed aside. She had brushed her hair, looked up hairdressers in the phone book and put the iPod back on, though it was not very loud. Dean had been asleep for nearly an hour and was still strewn across the bed naked where she had left him. She was pretty sure he hadn’t moved at all.
When there was a knock at the door, Kaycee moved quickly to answer it before the sound came again. She didn’t want to wake him up, he hadn’t slept in days.
The door pulled open as far as the security chain would let it and Sam’s face, concerned (as always) appeared in the crack.
“Is he here?” he asked plainly, his voice reeking with worry.
Kaycee just nodded, and in that instant, Sam’s concern washed away.
“Is he alright?”
“He’s fine,” Kaycee lied quickly, and then wondered how she was able to do it so convincingly.
Sam seemed to take this as a good sign.
“I was worried.”
“Don’t be,” she said with a small smile. “I know it’s hard for both of you, he just needs some sleep.”
“Okay,” Sam said with a sigh of relief. “How’re you?”
“Good. I’m sure I need about a week’s worth of sleep, but I’m healing.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam said suddenly, his big brown eyes filling with concern again.
“For what?” she replied, confusion in her voice. What had he done?
“Things have gone from bad to worse, and you’ve been in the firing line.”
“I chose to help you, remember?” Her voice was stern, and Sam seemed to realise she was right. “I knew when I tagged along with you two that bad things were bound to happen, but it’s nothing compared to the good I get to do, and I’ve learned more about me as well. I’m sticking with you, to the end, you know that right?”
Sam smiled for the first time in a long while.
“Did you need him?” Kaycee asked, wondering if something was up, she could feel it, sense the need Sam had for Dean at that moment.
“Yeah, I got a voice mail off of one of Dad’s old phones, a woman named Ellen telling dad she can help him. I tracked the number and got an address, I figure we should go a.s.a.p.”
“Give him a few hours sleep, I’ll let him know when he wakes up okay?”
Sam nodded, knowing that Kaycee was right. “Sure Kase.”