So school has started… how wonderful…. And that really isn't sarcasm, school has been great, I hope it continues this way! But I am very excited to be writing this. There is more bad news though, my computer has been infected, so I am finding time between running scans and fixing everything to write because I miss it, but until it is completely fixed, updates will be even more scarce then now, but hopefully by the end of the week it will be completely fixed and things will go back to normal!

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Chapter 10: Fake

I watched him sleep for hours while I pondered in my feelings. Was I really falling in love with him? Or was I just scared because he got hurt? But either way it proved that the feelings I did have were stronger then I suspected and that scared the hell out of me. This was just supposed to be a reality thing for us. We had feelings for each other, but I doubt either one of us suspected they would ever turn this strong… but I didn't know how he felt. It wasn't even really a relationship; we just flirted, and kissed… and did all the fun stuff with out being 'exclusive'.

But now…. Just seeing him lying there so defenseless and almost weak made me incredibly sad. I mean it was unnatural for me to be this upset… and maybe I was over thinking it, but I just didn't know anymore.

The next time I looked at the clock it was three a.m. Sam still hadn't come back and something told me that was a good or bad thing. But I didn't need to be worrying about both of them so I picked up my phone and called him.

"Hello?" He answered groggily as if he had been woken up

"Hey, you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah… sorry I didn't call, Sara and I were talking and watching this movie and I guess we fell asleep." He told me. I let go of a deep breath.

"Its fine, I just didn't want to be worried about both of you guys. But as long as your ok I'll let you go back to sleep or come back here or whatever…" I rambled on for a second.

"Ok… I'll see you later." He said before we hung up. Him being ok took a huge weight off my shoulders.

I looked back over at Dean. He was still sleeping, but it looked anything but peaceful. He was in pain that was obvious. But like Sam said, there was no point in potentially going to jail if we didn't have to. Still, I wanted to get him some kind of pain medicine.

My bag had some kind of meds in it. I didn't quiet remember what but something would work. So I went and dug through it until I found some that would work. I put them on the nightstand so when he woke up he could take them. But he wasn't waking up, and I refused to go to sleep until he did. So I did what any hunter should do. I grabbed the laptop, walked over to the table, and started researching for a new case. A couple hours later, after no luck finding something evil, I heard a voice.

"You broke your promise…" Dean said hoarsely. I smiled, stood up, and walked over to him.

"I did?" I replied softly.

"You said you'd be here when I woke up… but you were all the way over there…" He said as he pointed to the table. I laughed a little and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, but you took a pretty long nap there… and I couldn't just sit and look at you the whole time. I mean no matter what you think you aren't that hot." I joked. He lifted an eyebrow and smiled a little.

"There are a lot of other girls out there who would disagree." He said back. I giggled some.

"Well then maybe they should be here taking care of you." I grabbed the bottled of medicine and got out two pills before handing them to him. "They will help with the pain."

He took them gladly. Then he looked back up at me and his face went from pained to concerned and confused.

"Charly have you slept?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"Nahh, I wanted to make sure you were ok. Sam is fine to by the way, he claims to have fallen asleep at Sara's and will be back later." I told him. He laughed.

"Yeah right he fell asleep…" He said rolling his eyes. I laughed a little more before our eyes caught in each others. Then both of our smiled faded and our faces went into some kind of deep intensity that I couldn't explain.

It was one of those moments where you could have said anything. But I had so many things that I wanted to say and I didn't know which one to say first.

'You scared me…'

'I was so afraid that something worse was going to happen…'

'Don't ever do that again…'

'I think I may be falling in love with you….'

All of those ran through my head and more… I knew the last one was out. But the first one seemed plausible.

"You scared me Dean…" I told him quietly. The intensity in his face softened a bit and he patted the spot on the bed next to him. I accepted the offer and laid down next to him, only seconds later did his arm snake its way around my waist and pull me closer to him. My head rested lightly on his shoulder and his free hand held one of mine.

"I'm okay." He said reassuringly.

This was a huge insecurity. I knew it was a very unattractive one, but everyone I ever cared about had been taken away. And for the past couple days after being with Dean the insecurity started to shed a little. But he had just been attacked by a spirit… and now they were back and I didn't like it at all.

I laughed inwardly at myself. "God… what kind of person am I? You are the one that is hurt and I am the one that is being comforted…" I mumbled before trying to get out of his grasp.

Injured or not he was still strong and he wasn't letting me go.

"You don't have to do this." He told me, the seriousness came back into his eyes.

"Do what?" I replied.

"Pretend not to be scared. I understand and I don't hold it against you… its ok to open up to me Charly…. I promise." He said. I could tell part of it was from the newly kicked in medicine, the other part was genuine though. But I wasn't saying anything yet.

"Dean I…" But he didn't let me finish.

"Would it help if I told you I was scared to?" He told me. I looked up and him and smiled a tiny bit.

"Dean Winchester was scared? Now that is a shocker." I joked. He laughed a little and then pulled me even closer.

"Yeah I was… I mean when you have an unidentified object charging itself at your stomach you get pretty freaked out. Then there's blood and all that, and pain… but the worst part was never knowing if I could do this again…" Before I had time to asked what 'this' was, he pressed his lips up against mine with more passion and want then I have ever experienced.

"Well… I would have been really disappointed if you weren't around to do that anymore…" I said breathlessly after we pulled apart. I felt him smile before I opened my eyes. His were there staring back at me.

"Now will you open up to me?" He asked. I slowly blinked and took a deep breath.

"I don't think you understand how scary this whole situation really is for me. I care about you, and I've lost anything and everything I've ever cared about… after last night it just got worse for me… I'm sorry that I feel that way but I do… and I don't know what to do about it." I told him honestly.

"So that's why you're distant…" He whispered. I nodded a little.

"Dean I don't want to lose you." I said quickly. He squeezed my hand tighter.

"I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I promise." He said. I nodded and leaned my head back onto his shoulder.

"You need to sleep." He told me.

"Will you be ok?" I asked. He kissed the top of my head.

"Quit worrying about me and sleep. I'll be fine." He said. For once I didn't feel like arguing. So I closed my eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

As I drifted off it was becoming clearer and clearer that loving Dean was going to be harder then I expected, but easier to fall into then I ever believed.

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(Sam's POV)

"It's like eight… do you need to call them or go back?" Sara asked me. We had both fallen asleep on her couch watching a movie the night before and then I had stuck around. She really didn't seem to mind.

"I think Charly and Dean need some alone time. Plus anytime I barge in on them they are doing something I really don't want to see. So unless you just want me to leave I may stick around for a while… if that's ok…" I said. She smiled and walked over to sit next to me.

"Perfectly ok." She said smiling. Our faces got closer together and we kissed briefly.

"Now that is the real reason I want to stay." I said quietly as we pulled apart. She laughed out loud.

"Ok, you and your brother are so much more a like then you think." She said giggling. I just rolled my eyes and smiled a little.

"Are not!" I exclaimed.

"Are to!" She replied.

I had really missed her… and now I didn't know if I wanted to leave. Dean and Charly could handle this stuff right? I mean… ok they probably wouldn't get much done but Dean always did what he had to do… and I just felt like there was an opportunity here that I didn't want to miss.

I really didn't know what to do anymore.

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(Charly's POV)

Five hours later I was awake, but there was no Dean. I jumped up and once my senses were adjusted I heard the shower running and sighed in relief. I stood out of bed and went to knock on the bathroom door.

"Dean? Are you ok?" I asked. It was dumb… but I was still half asleep.

I had just expected a simple yes or no. But instead he had gotten out of the shower, left it running, and slightly opened the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. I got a glance at the scar that was forming on his abdomen. But god… this whole just out of the shower look worked extremely well for him.

Instead of being answered his lips just found mine again and I didn't resist.

"Guessing that's a yes?" I replied when we pulled apart. Somehow the door got pushed farther open and our bodies were pressed together making my shirt wet from being against his bare chest.

"I'd be better with company…" He said suggestively. I blushed and contemplated a little. But once he kissed me again the contemplation was over. Sam wasn't there… how many more opportunities would we have.

"I think I could be decent company…" I said.

"Me to…" He whispered.

Within seconds the door was locked and everything from the past few hours was forgotten. Except for the one thing….

And I wasn't doing very good on trying to prevent loving him.