Going in the Same Direction

"Yes... always stick together."

Dean smiled, hoping it would cheer her up slightly. He remembered how she was all cheery just as she came up to him, but now she seemed sad, and it was all his fault. He tried to think of something funny or more on the positive side to lighten the mood, because he didn't want her to feel bad or scared. Dean would be there to protect her if she needed him, but he knew that no matter what would happen during their journey, he had to keep an eye on her. He cared about Selia, a lot. And besides, they were going after her father, there was likely to be some sort of reunion, happy or violent. Probably violent.

When Selia looked at him, he looked back at her, and there was a moment where he didn't say anything (again) because he didn't have to. It was one of those times where just looking at each other said everything, well he believed that.

Slowly, unable to resist any longer, Dean leaned in and kissed Selia. It was only a quick peck, before he turned away,, biting his bottom lip, hoping she didn't hate him.

God, he felt so stupid. He was almost positive that Selia didn't feel the same way that he'd been feeling since they first started talking down by the sea. Now she was going to hate him and cancel their adventure. Dean felt so embarrassed, he almost pulled himself up to leave, but that's when it happened. She kissed him back!

Dean could feel himself smile as she kissed him softly on his lips, and then he kissed her back, only this time with a bit more urge, his silent kissing form of saying that he really liked her...although kissing her in the first place was probably that very sign...oh well. It didn't stop him from wanting to kiss her.

"I'm glad your coming with me, on this... insane mission."

Dean looked at Selia as she pulled away, thinking for a second that she was regretting what she was doing, but then he noticed the smile on her face. She was happy, just like he wanted her. Giving her a toothy smile in return, he said, "Me too...no matter how insane it is."

Leaning back on his elbows, Dean looked over to the bags lying by them. Still curious about what exactly Selia had bought, he asked, "So, what's in the bags?"

"Lets see, a new laptop, for notes. A couple flashlights, never know when you might need them. And lets see... a shot gun... best if you don't tell anyone. And plenty of more supplies, and things, batteries."

Dean peeked over into the bags. Wow, she sure did think of everything. "But why a shot gun? Why not a hand gun...or a smaller left attractive gun...or a machine gun." Dean laughed at what he said, knowing a machine gun was far less conspicuous than a shot gun. "I guess a shot gun will do."

"You can imagine what a killer may need to track. Those sort of things. Can't tell you where I got those things, though."

Sure, Dean had a few guesses. A killer would need night vision goggles, binoculars, communication system, various aliases, things like that. Which was most likely what Selia was talking about...he supposed. "Wasn't even gonna ask," He laughed, grabbing hold of Selia's hand once again.

"Aww, don't worry, Dean, I plan to get a better one, ordered it from the same place, supposed pick it up where the boat takes us, and then, I will be getting a snipe gun. The shot gun was the only they'd give me there."

Dean shrugged, never really being comfortable around guns, but he'd have to deal He'd survive handling a gun, it was just something he'd never really thought of using before. "Oh, okay."

"Good."

Dean kissed Selia in return and watched her as she yawned. "Are you sure you don't want to get some rest?" He asked, still wondering how she wasn't tired after shopping all day.