Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in updates but I ran into a creative brick wall. I've finally got this story finished so the last few chapters will be posted shortly.
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Bridget's POV
Sam headed for the door and a few seconds later I was alone with Dean once again. He was staring at me again with a strange expression on his face.
"What?" I demanded.
He shook his head, "Nothing. It's nothing."
"Fine," I turned to head back into what would be my office once I got everything set up but was stopped by his hand on my arm.
"I owe you an apology Bri," he said as he came around so he was facing me. His hand moved lower until he was holding mine in his strong grip. "I lied to you when I left and I'm sorry."
I pulled my hand out of his grasp ignoring the chill that ran through me at the loss of contact, "Sorry? You ripped out my heart and you're sorry? Can't you just leave me alone until this ghost is taken care of?"
"No," he said firmly. "I need to tell you why I said what I said."
I crossed my arms, "So tell me then."
"I did need to leave, Dad needed my help. But when I said I didn't want to see you again… I didn't mean it Bridget. Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
I looked at the floor for a second before meeting his eyes again, "Then why did you do it Dean."
"I…" he turned away from me, "I was trying to protect you."
"Protect me?" I asked. "How the hell could you protect me by leaving? If it wasn't for you I'd probably be dead already. The only reason this ghost hasn't gotten to me yet is because I remembered what you told me about the salt. I'd be safer if I knew I could count on you."
He met my gaze "I thought that if I stayed away then nothing could hurt you to get to me. Sam's girlfriend was killed by something just because she was seeing him. It was the same thing that killed our mom. I couldn't let anything like that happen to you."
"You could have told me," I said softly. "I would have understood. But instead you just up and left. Do you know how much it hurt? I loved you and you threw it all back in my face!"
His lips were suddenly on mine and one hand gripped my hip. He ran his other hand up my arm to the back of my neck and into my hair. After a moment of surprise I found myself kissing him back fervently and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I regained my senses when his tongue brushed against my lips and I pushed him away. "No," I said shaking my head. "You can't come here and expect to pick up where we left off! I'm not setting myself up to be hurt by you again." I stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a box of cheerios before heading to my office slamming the door behind me.
Once I was settled into my chair I took a few deep breaths in order to slow down my racing heart. Even after six months he still knew how to get to me and even though I was angry with him it had taken all of my willpower to push him away. I wanted him and I probably always would.
"Stop it," I told myself as I opened up the box of cereal. "He's only going to leave again so there's no point."
I wasn't sure how long I sat in front of my computer just munching on dry cereal lost in my thoughts but I was eventually jolted back to the present by someone knocking on the door.
"What?" I all but snarled.
"It's Sam," came the reply. "Can I come in?"
"Sure whatever," I replied.
He opened the door and stepped into the room. He was slightly hunched over with his hands in his pockets and his hair was falling into his eyes. "So I found Snider's grave," he said. "We'll have to wait until dark to dig him up though."
"Right," I said pretending that I wasn't completely freaked out about all of this. "Where's Dean?"
"No idea," he replied. "He grabbed the keys from me as soon as I got back and took off. I uh, I picked up some coffee if you want some."
I smiled and stood up, "I'd love some. I haven't had a cup of coffee since I moved in here."
We went into the living room and sat on the couch. Sam handed me a paper cup and I wrapped my hands around it as if to capture the warmth.
"I wasn't sure what you took in it so I got some cream and sugar on the side."
"Thanks," I said as I grabbed a couple packets of sugar.
He took a drink of his own coffee, "So what's the story between you and Dean anyway? He won't tell me anything."
I leaned back into the couch and curled my legs underneath me, "I met Dean a month before I graduated from university. I helped him get rid of a demon and one thing led to another. I fell for your brother so hard that I probably still have the bruises. He stayed for a month and it was great, then on the morning of my graduation I woke up to find him packing his bag. He said your dad needed his help and that he never wanted to see me again." I took a shaky breath, "Now he tells me that he left to protect me. And I want to hate him for leaving, I really do, but..."
"But you love him," Sam finished. "He was an idiot to let you go."