Dear lord it's been ages since I was here.
Alright let's see if I can remember the process. Disclaimer: All supernatural characters clearly don't belong to me. However, the OC does belong to me. Although it's based on a real person... ALright I messed myself up.
Things you kinda need to know: This was a birthday present for a friend, so it's published as how it was written. Sorry if there are some context you don't quite get. The girl is suppossed to be an angel (isn't that cute). Reviews are much appreciated etc. etc.
Lightning and thunder fought outside the house. Rain poured down like it was the goddamn flood outside the house. No chance of going out with that weather. Dean sighed as he looked outside the window, almost resigned. With his luck he couldn't expect anything else actually. Maybe it was some punk ass angel cursing him down for being a demon? Whatever reason, the rain had ruined the birthday dinner she had planned. What a delight.
"Babe" The demon said, making himself hear over the rain outside. "I think we won't make it to dinner unless you have some angel mojo to appear us at the restaurant…although that would cause quite a scene." He laughed at the thought.
One second. Two. Three. No answer.
His senses became alerted as his eyes flickered black. Could have been that with the storm he hadn't hear someone coming in? He slowly walked away from the window and made his way carefully onto the dining room. Panic rose slowly into his chest as he saw she was nowhere to be seen. It never crossed his silly mind that she might be in another room, unable to hear him. But no, by then he was always thinking the worst, always prepared for something to take his tiny piece of sunshine away. He was about to become in his bloody murder state when he notice movement. Thank heavens, which was somewhat ironic, she was hiding behind the table, hugging her legs pressing her knees against her chest. Her eyes were red with tears.
Someone would die.
"What happened?" He whispered, trying to keep the rage out of his voice.
As to answer, thunder and lightning fell outside the house, one shortly after the other. He saw her shrink into herself, shutting her eyes close as soon as the noise rumbled across the sky.
Oh, the thunder.
He visibly relaxed, and allowed himself to smile with tenderness in his lips as his eyes flickered the green he knew she loved. He crouched and with difficulty he made his way next to her down the table, which a really pain in the ass, considering his size. But his neck hurting and his head bumping against the wood felt like totally worth it when he saw her relax as he wrapped his arms around her, making sure he'd protect her from anything.
"It's alright babe, don't be afraid." He whispered to her in a low voice. She made herself comfortable curling into his big strong arms, as she liked to call them. "It's only noise."
"Loud noise" She whispered back, her voice cracking. It made him want to laugh as well as it made the small thing that it was his heart sink. He could resist and receive every punch that came to him, all except her crying. That was unbearable.
"Do you prefer when I talk to you like this?" He whispered with his lips brushing against her tiny ear. Seeing her nod made him smile. "Good, because I think is more romantic this way."
Watching her cheeks become red with embarrassment was his own personal paradise. He planted a soft kiss on the back of her ear, making her shrink from the tickles. At least she seemed like she was feeling better.
"Want to good to bed?" He asked softly. As she nodded, he made his way out of the bed, hitting his head twice, and lifted her with almost no effort.
She curled up in his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. He didn't let it show, but every time she touched him he felt this electricity running all over his cursed body. It was unnerving, but delightful. Sometimes he fooled himself and let his mind believe she felt it as well. But how could she? He was a monster. Although the silly girl seemed to relax every time he was around, but he was supposed to be the thing that scared her at night and that kept her awake in terror, not the one to which she would fall asleep beneath his arms; Although it was a nice feeling, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting more of it.
She got comfortable sitting in his lap as he sat down on their bed, while absently caressing her shoulder. He didn't keep count of how many thunders fell as time passed, but he was very aware of every time she would shrink in fear between her arms. He could feel her shaking. He looked down at her at some point, and he noticed she had her eyes wide open.
Some forbidden thoughts came to his mind: the sleepless nights he passed as a child, an eternity ago. Some flashes of a woman that he couldn't bear to remember, it caused too much pain, and some pieces of a song he couldn't forget. Her voice came into his mind and both a terrible but wonderful idea came into his head. Trusting the girl on his arms wouldn't make a sassy comment about it, which was something usual, he started muttering the words on a calm voice, singing quietly.
The rest of the night happened in like what seemed slow motion. She fell asleep like a child between his arms, and he kept singing even after that. He was afraid that if he stopped she would come awake again, afraid of the thunder. Sometimes she was just so delicate, so tiny; he feared she would break into a million pieces with enough strength. And there where the other times in which ferocity came on to her as she defied him; He still couldn't decide which moments he loved the most.
He had promised himself he would always protect her, and kill anyone who dared to touch a single hair on her head. But did she know it? Or worse, did she actually believe it? Sometimes he let his mind wander around the time they met. He was already a demon, the first days in fact. She met him when he was at his worst, and she remained by his side. He was sure, however, that if they have met somewhere in the past, they wouldn't be together, not when he was such a horrible creature. Would she still care for him, if she knew him at his best? Definitely not. If she knew him before being a demon, she would realize how awful he truly was. She certainly wouldn't trust him, less care for him. Almost without noticing, he softly pushed her against his chest. He had learnt to be grateful at whoever sent his silly girl his way in the moment she appeared. He knew very well what would become of him without his sunshine, and he had come into that deep point in which he couldn't have his angel away from him.
At some point in the morning she shifted. Looking down at her he saw her beautiful dark eyes staring. They remain silent for moments, and he noticed she looked almost pissed, like he had forgotten to do something. How could he, if he hadn't done anything yet. And so, it struck him: he actually had forgotten something. With amusement in his eyes, he took her chin with one hand and gave her a slow, tender kiss.
"Good morning babe." He whispered against her skin, looking into her eyes.
"Good morning" She whispered back, all blushed up. He thought he could see that image for the rest of his life and still be delighted by it. "I liked what you did last night."
"Well that's 'cause you haven't seen the best of me yet." He teased and she blushed harder, pulling him away in embarrassment. He laughed while hugging her hard, and after a moment he heard her laugh as well. What a child, so shy but so happy. Oh how he loved her.
