I Shall Find You Again My Friend
Chapter Four
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Esme woke suddenly in an unfamiliar bed. She looked around in confusion before the events of the yesterday flooded her thoughts.
A small smile crossed her features as she recognised the wall of warmth besides her as none other than Dean Winchester.
A small whimper escaped from him and Esme realised what had woken her. She watched as Dean tossed and turned in the grip of a nightmare. Her body automatically reacted and she leaned forward and cupped his cheek with her hand. He leaned into the touch with a silent whimper.
"Dean," she whispered, "Dean, Dean, come on babe your safe, your safe."
Dean shot up with a muffled scream. He turned around and looked at Esme, unshed tears glistened in his eyes. She silently wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head down to lean on her shoulder. She held him tight and gently clamed him down.
He lay back down with laboured breath's opening up his arms for her. Esmerale curled up around him leaning her head on his chest.
They lay together in silence comforting each other by simply letting the other know they were there. Dean placed a kiss to the crown of her head before sleep claimed them.
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Morning came far too soon for the sleeping couple. The bustle from the bar and the small slip of sunlight greeted their waking senses.
Dean looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms, "morning."
Esme nuzzled his shoulder, "mmmhh."
"So, um where exactly do we stand?" Dean stammered,
Esme looked up at him, blue/grey eyes meeting green, "I don't know."
They lay in silence for awhile before Dean broke the harsh quiet, "stay with me."
Esme smiled against his chest, "I wouldn't dream of leaving."
She rolled onto him straddling his hips before leaning down to kiss him. But something caught her eye and caused her to halt.
Slowly she leaned down and traced her lips over the scar branded on the left side of his chest. An intricate design marred his tanned skin. To any observer it would seem almost strangely beautiful, but she knew the truth, she knew the horrible truth; it was his only remaining scar from Hell, it was his constant painful reminder.
The design matched the one residing on her wrist as well as the wrists of countless demons and souls residing in Hell and elsewhere. It was a reminder of what he did, of what he became in those final ten years; it was his torturer's brand.
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The pair stopped besides the door leading to the bar of the Roadhouse. Dean looked down at Esme and saw something closely mirroring fear and uncertainty in her piercing gaze.
"Hey, hey look at me," Dean gently lifted her chin forcing her to look up at him, "what you are, your past, it doesn't matter now. You helped me more than anyone could ever know or ever hope to understand. You're with me now, it'll all be okay; it's my turn to keep you safe. We have been through hell together, literally. I won't let anyone harm you okay. Trust me."
Esme gave a small nod and Dean leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Plus," he laughed, "I think Sammy willl love you. He's been begging me to open up about Hell and talk about my feelings. He'll probably think your arrival will help me. Trust me he will love you, and the others; they're family, and your family now too."
He gave her another kiss, this one more passionate then the last, before wrapping his arm securely around her waist. She leaned into his side and let him lead her into the bar.