This is just a on-shot that has been wondering around my mind for ages. Please review and tell me what you think, anyway. DeanxOC. Read this and listen to "Home" by Micheal Bublé if you can.
The Only Chapter
The house lights were dissapearing one by one,and soon the entire house was immersed in darkness. Outside the rain was hitting the windows of his car, and he was singing along a Metallica song that was playing on the radio,in a low volume. The rain was startting to become harsher and harsher by the second,and his heart was starting to beat faster and faster.
Inside the house, she grabbed her jacket and started to dress it. Half way though she felt a strange weight on her chest. For a moment she could have sworn she smelled a familiar smell outside her and blood, a smell she knew by heart,and could still smell in her pillows.
She opened the door quickly, half expecting to see his face there, completly soaked from the rain and cold from the December weather, with the same expression he always had everytime he came to her house. A mix of guilt,hunger and something she could never place.
And she would always let him in, breaking every promise she had made to herself the last time he had come to her house in the midle of the night and then left without any word of good-bye.Not even a note, she would curse to her self, under her breath, after she woke up and felt nothing on the side next to her in the bed.
But this time he wasn't there.All she saw were the lights of the house in front of hers. Christmas was coming near and the hole street looked like a Christmas parade.
She tried to push the dissapointment out of her mind and finished dressing her jacket and grabbed her purse.
As she was walking down the silent road, she heard a nearly mute Metallica song coming from a black Impala car. She stopped and looked at the man inside. And there he was, completly dry and with a blank expression, staring at her house.
Before she could think straight she ran to the car and knocked heavily on the window, the rain drops falling hard on her head and back, and sliding down her face, as she waited for him to open the window.
"Aren't there any umbrella's in Suburian Paradise?"He asked his voice with the same annoying tone of voice, he always had. He was holding a pack of white letters, with her adress written in his rought writing. She stared at the letters with a thoughtfull look, wondering why she never recieved any of those.
"What are you doing here,Dean?" She asked as she reacher out for the letters, but he quickly threw them into the passagers seat. She stared at him, annoyed and tried to reach them again, this time entering the car by the window, staying half of her body on the other side.
"Whoa,girl,down! Ask the handsome doctor for some happy pills won't you?"
"His name is Roger,Dean,Roger" She said, trying to get out of the car, and look at the bruise she had on her wrist. It wasn't bleeding or anything but it was red and had a minor scratch. She used to suffer much worse,anyway.
"Whatever" He said making a face, and rasing his eyebrows in a sign of disgust. He hated to think that as from tomorrow he'd be with her everynight,sharing her bed,touching her skin,her face and hearing her laugh...He felt like he was being ounched in the stomach at the very thought as he looked at her face, with the rain dripping from her chin and her hair all messy.
She looked at him like she knew what he was thinking, and smiled sadly. She bit her lip after, and before he could see her, she entered the cat, into the passagers seat and grabbed the letters.
"Hey, you little..!"
"Little what?" She asked facing him,with a defiant face. And just like that, and as always, he kissed her, and pushed her by the neck, to feel her closer to him. And she forgot all about Dr.Roger.
End of Chapter
It's stupid,I knowmbut bare with me