Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

Kristine finally looked back at him and said, "So...?" slowly, wondering why he wasn't speaking. It wasn't like she could read minds or anything. She brushed hair from her face and smiled.

Kristine giggled a bit, stopping when she felt him cup her face. She blushed and blinked a few times, looking at him sheepishly. "Thanks, I guess," she said shyly, glancing away awkwardly.

Kristine's face was red as she had felt the warmth of his breath, but not the connection. Why would he just try to kiss her? She looked towards Dean, face still red. "H-Hello," she said shyly, "I-I'm Kristine..."

"It's okay... Really..." Kristine was a bit surprised, "I'm used to it..." watching how William seemed to do whatever Dean told him to do. She brushed hair from her face.

"U-Um, thank you!" Kristine called out to him, lifting a hand and waving again. She brushed hair from her face and looked down sheepishly after that, shy. If he hadn't come, would he have kissed her? The thoughts continued to run.

"As expected," whispered Kristine, looking out still. She closed her eyes, unsure of what to say really now.

"Yeah I can take the couch," replied Kristine. It was hard for her to even look back at him because everytime she did, she thought of their almost kiss and didn't know what t think. Her mind would go blank.

Kristine caught the blankets and looked down a bit. She got up and took his wrist. "Okay," she told him, giggling a bit, pulling him lightly and leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Even though you keep calling me that, you can still be nice." She turned and began towards the couch.

Kristine moved away and waved, "Goodnight," stepping over to the couch. She laid on the couch and pulled the blanket over herself, pulling her legs in and closing her eyes. "Comfy," she whispered to herself, "Except these clothes..."

Kristine winced a bit at the scratchiness of the clothing against her chest, pulling herself tighter in a ball as she tried to warm herself under the blanket. At least the couch was a bit comfortable.
Her mind wandered to back at the table, and she was still wondering why he had come so close to kissing her. It scared her slightly.

Kristine could hear the soft voice of Dean gently waking her. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head, looking up at him. "Thank you," she told softly, "That's kind of you." She began to slowly get up, nodding to him once before going off to gather the clothes and head into the bathroom.
Not bothering locking the door, she placed her clothes down and undid William's clothes that were on her. She pulled herself out of them and stepped into the shower, starting the water from the faucet to get it at a good temperature, then turning the showerhead on. Smiling, she let the warm water rain on her, finishing her shower in little time and glancing around for a towel.
She found an unused one under the sink and began to dry her hair with it first.

Kristine's eyes widened when she saw him and she let out a loud squeal, stumbling back and hitting the wall. Wincing, she shivered and held the towel over herself, her face as red as a tomato as she looked at him. Without anything on, she looked quite different, and much less like a 'mutt' per say. Her face was still red and she mumbled, "Wh-What are you doing in here?"

Kristine looked at him, holding the towel with one arm over her chest so it draped over her vital regions. She stepped over and slapped him clear across the cheek. "Asshole!" she shouted, "Asshole, asshole, asshole!" backing up a few steps against the wall again as her face was still red.

Kristine looked down, completely flushed and annoyed. She pulled her clothes on and let out a soft sigh, shyly stepping out of the bathroom and looking around. She looked down after and she went to find Dean. "Thank you," she told him softly, her face still red as she slightly shivered.

"Wait, it's okay, really. I don't need to take his room... I'm really fine with just sleeping on the couch," Kristine said sheepishly, looking down and biting her lip. She didn't want to be a nuisance, and Dean was being so nice to her.

"A-Alright..." Kristine told him softly, nodding, "Thank you." She folded her arms and went off to find William, wherever he went, and do as told - tell him to move out. It wasn't like she wanted to because she didn't want to be rude, but still.

"You don't even have the decency to knock on the closed door. Look, I don't want your room. I told Dean that I'd take the couch, but he told me that I needed it when I don't think I do," said Kristine, her tone softening, "I don't want you to be yelled at by him again, so I'll help you move stuff too..."