Hi, guys :) This chapter's a bit of a filler and there's no story development, it's also a bit shorter than usual but I hope you'll like it :)
"I'm tired" I said a bit later, after two more glasses of wine, a lot of beer and half a tin of pie; it was about two hours after we said goodbye to Laura and Bill, two hours spent in complete bliss, chating and laughing with Dean "Let's go to bed" I suggested
Since we were playing a couple and our neighbors were so nosy I knew that they would find out if Dean and I slept separately and in different rooms. The first night he had wanted to sleep on the floor but I just couldn't let him torture himself like that. After ten minutes of arguing and persuasion he finally had agreed to share the bed with me. But having to sleep with someone else in your bed had been a new thing for both of us and after a lot of time spent in trying to find a comfortable position, he had just pulled me closer and had hugged me. It had felt nice and safe, and actually really comfortable. I had snaked my hand around his waist and used his shoulder as a pillow. I had been melting, butterflies in my stomach but I had ignored them hoping Dean wouldn't notice the bumping of my heart. With our bodies pressed against each other I had felt both a bit uncomfortable and really happy. We both had hoped that this position would let us sleep. Surprisingly, it had helped – soon we both had fallen asleep. After that we didn't have problems sharing the bed – we slept hugged, wrapped around each other. However, on the mornings we totally ignored that, as nothing really happened. And that was for the best. Otherwise the possible conversation could take us to situation I really didn't want to be in – explaining myself to him.
"Yeah, give me a second" Dean stood up and pulled the curtains in the living room, hiding us from the eyes of our neighbors
"What are you doing?" I asked taking a sip of my wine; it was a welcome present from the girls and I had to admit it was good
"Just wait a second" he approached the stereo and turned it on
The song it played was one of my favorites – Scorpion's "Eye to Eye"
"C'mon, Lex" Dean reached his hand for me "Let's dance"
I almost choked, spitting my wine back into the glass
"Are you drunk?" I hissed "I can't dance anymore. Or you forgot I'm the cripple female version of House MD"
"Trust me, okay?" he gently asked and pulled me on my good foot.
Before I knew it he slid his right leg under my left foot and his hands snaked around my waist, holding me tight.
"Dean…" I didn't manage to hide the pain in my voice
"Shh!" he smiled at me "Just trust me on this one, ok?"
I sighed but obeyed. I really missed dancing but I had put up with the fact I could never do that again. Dean moved slowly, moving my bad leg along his own. It was awkward but somehow I managed to follow. He swayed back and forth confidently, and we were moving slowly but not so smoothly thanks to my leg. But still, I was dancing. I never thought I would be able to do this and Dean proving me wrong was just… I had no words to thank him, pure happiness was all I felt. We had our bodies pressed against each other and being in his arms, him leading me into the dance... it felt perfect. Dean was a good dancer, I had to admit that. I gently put my head on his shoulder because it was easier than letting him see all the emotions rushing through me written all over my face. Those five minutes were the best thing anyone had ever done for me. I was quietly singing along the lyrics and I heard Dean chuckled. I pulled back a little and looked at his amazing green eyes
"What?"
"I knew you'll like it" he smiled widely
I realized the song was over and the room was sunk into complete silence. We were standing in the middle of it, staring at each other. We were inches from each other, his breath over my face, our bodies pressed against each other, and his gaze, those perfect eyes… I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt me.
"Dean… I… Thank you." I raised on the tip of my toes and gently kissed his cheek
He got that awkward look I knew too well – he felt a bit uncomfortable, not sure how to react.
"Let's go to bed now, huh?" I offered him
"Definitely"
I took my crutches and slowly headed to the stairs. Suddenly one of the crutches slipped and I fell. My head got hit and I saw stars and colorful patterns in front of me.
"Lex!" I heard Dean rushing to me "Are you okay?" he squatted and his hands gently brushed the hit spot on my forehead
"I'm fine, Dean" I said, amused by his worry "I just fell, not a big deal"
It really was nothing. When I got distracted those were the consequences – falling and getting hurt. Sometimes I was falling three or four times a day – I was that clumsy - but since he wasn't home, he didn't know. And I never told him because I knew how he'd react. And now I was getting this reaction from him.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, concern all over his face
"Dean…" I sighed "I'm fine" I covered his hand with mine "Promise"
And then I looked him into the eyes. And I saw everything there. He was feeling guilty. I knew exactly what he was thinking – if it hadn't been for him, I'd have still had my leg functioning right and I would never had fallen.
"Dean, I'm fine" I repeated, this time gently, leaving the words to sink in his mind "Let's go to bed"
He nodded and helped me to get on my feet. Then his face changed
"That was it" he stated and made a devilish grin
"Dean?" I tried to step back but he was holding me tight "What are you…"
Before I could finish my question, he grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder.
"Dean!" I screamed and he laughed "Put me down!"
I tried to struggle him, but he was stronger and hanging upside down over his body wasn't helping me.
"No" he chuckled and took my crutches with his free hand
"Dean! Let me go!"
"Not a chance, wifey" and he slapped my ass playfully and laughed at my attempt to hit him back
He got me upstairs and straight into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed but I managed to grab him, both of us falling on the bed and we wrestled for dominance. He was cheating and tickling me and my laughter filled the room. Of course, he won – I was no match to him when not able to use both my legs; plus he was way stronger and actually I didn't want to win that much. He pinned me to the bed, his body covering mine, his legs pressed to mine and his face inches from me. He was staring at me, waiting for my reaction, his green eyes burning me. I was breathing heavily; my eyes fell on his lips and I felt butterflies in my chest. I really wanted to kiss him. But I couldn't.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked and managed to surprise him and push him back
"Nothing…" he answered awkwardly and quickly let me go
The giggles and the fun were long forgotten and heavy silence full of tension fell upon the room. Dean quickly looked away and hid himself in the bathroom. I groaned and hid my face in my hands. I was a total buzz killer but I preferred that then having to explain myself to Dean why I had kissed him. God, right in this moment I was ready to pay any amount of money just to end this witch hunt and go back to the bunker. I needed to put some distance between me and Dean. Everything was getting way too emotional for me and I wasn't sure I could handle it. I sighed with the hope that the barbecue party this weekend would finally give us the lead we needed so desperately.
So what do you think about Dean's idea of helping Lexi dance? Drop me a review and tell me your opinion :)
