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authors note: this is a revised longer version that i did off of my original story
Not Supposed To Be
I throw my keys on my counter running, my hand through my hair. My fingers graze the scrape on my forehead and I pull them away hastily. A hand catches mine, twining our fingers as a second arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against a warm, strong, solid body.
"You shouldn't be here," I sigh, leaning into him, letting him take my weight.
"You needed me," he presses a gentle kiss to the side of my neck, "What happened?"
"We got a call saying that someone had a gun. The guards wouldn't let us in to the church and when we tried to get passed them they pushed us down some stairs," my stomach rumbles reminding me that I haven't really eaten anything since breakfast this morning. With everything that had been going on I just hadn't felt like eating.
"How's your sergeant?" Dean asks as he guides me to the couch. He makes me sit down and gives me a gentle kiss, a press of his lips to mine, before he retreats to the kitchen to get some food to put into my body.
"He's ok, he took the brunt of it. Had to go to the hospital for a little while but he's fine," I sink backward into the cushions letting Dean's love and the warmth he brings with him just wash over me.
"What about you?" Dean settles the plate in front of me. A chicken sandwich, glass of apple juice and orange wedges. I dig in gratefully.
"Just a small scratch. The paramedics looked me over at the scene, said I was fine," I reply.
"Okay," a warm hand slides around my waist tugging me until I am leaning against Dean. I fit snuggly into the side of his body as if it was made for me. He presses another gentle kiss to the top of my head.
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