One of the things Dylan didn't really like doing was going to school because frankly, most of the classes were boring her to death. But unfortunately the weekend wasn't any better either. See, people spend their time with friends and family during the weekend, but she could do neither. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and all she wanted to do was stay in bed until the end of time, dying from the unwillingness to move. But soon enough that bored her even more. She needed to do something, get these feelings off her chest. She felt that way sometimes, every time she thought of the past, sort of like a burden, an undefined annoyance. The first place she thought of was the park.

"Good morning honey! How about some breakfast?" was all her mother had time to say before she saw her daughter walk out the front door. That's what always went down the day after a family "fight"; they would prefer to act as if it had never occurred. But Dylan was sick of it because it felt bipolar to her. People insulting each other should sit down and talk about it, which never worked in her family because forgetting was easier to them. But she did not forget, and that was a curse, but one she did not regret suffering from. All these things she had been through made her think about many things, and not just because without friends she had plenty of time to do so. When your perception of something or someone changes, it makes you wonder what went wrong, or if you missed something or if you should've acted differently. Dylan never quite managed to answer these questions to herself, but that was hardly the point. Thinking about it was the opposite of avoiding, and that's how she managed to deal with it. And, well, she had to admit the shrink had helped her to some extent. Because obviously, her parents insisted her murderous daughter see a psychoanalyst.

But all of that was not important anymore, that much she knew. She had moved away from it all and had decided she was done thinking about it. If she killed anyone she would be put to prison, but that wasn't really part of her plans for the day, so the world could relax for a bit. Except her parents, she knew they would never let it go, and with that she had hard time coping. That's why she would get away in a year. All she needed was to do well in her exams, and then off to college it was.

But now, the park was all it took for her to spend a beautiful, relaxing and productive morning. That and her sketching notebook along with a pencil. She was going for a sketch today, minimal and very expressive. It was surprising how one object so small and insignificant could hold so much power. The power to bring thought to life.

Today it didn't matter where she would sit because she was basing the sketch completely on her imagination. So she sat down on the grass and placed the notebook down in front of her. For the next couple of hours she hardly raised her eyes from her sketch.

This time it was more abstract. One could see two forms, probably a man and a woman, but the way the two bodies intertwined made the outlines hazy. There weren't really two bodies, just one. It wasn't about physical contact though, it was almost romantic, one would say. Two bodies, one soul. Pff, she thought to herself, why so romantic this Saturday morning?

She raised her eyes from the sketch, only to find herself face to face with a huge brown dog growling at her. She had to try really hard not to scream, for she knew it would make things worse. In the distance she heard and all too familiar voice: "Demon, down." Immediately the bear-of-a-dog sat in its rear legs, not stopping to watch her with a threatening eye. "I'm watching you" it seemed to say.

"What kind of a name is Demon for a dog?" she told Castiel, not taking her eyes from the fearful dog. With her circumferential vision she could see him approaching casually and sitting next to her. He softly chuckled in response to her question, and maybe to the fact that she didn't move one inch.

"What do you name a dog like that?" he asked.

"I don't know, Sparky?" she said jokingly.

"If you call my dog anything shiny again, I will make him eat you."

"Oh, hush, you wouldn't." she said, turning only her eyes towards him. He was amazingly beautiful that Saturday morning. He was wearing a grey shirt that hung loosely around him and black sweatpants. His long red hair was framing his beautiful face, lightly brightened by the sun, as he watched her with what can only be described as adoration and tenderness. And some desire, no doubt. She could not for the life of her take her eyes off him. That was when she realized there was no avoiding this. That boy had a huge effect on her, and denying it was useless at that point. Suddenly, he smiled with mischief.

"You know, Demon is a trained dog. There is a special technique to show Demon that you are not a threat."

"Is that so?" she returned the smile.

"Why yes. See, first I have to make physical contact with you" he said, while taking hold of her left hand even so gently "but I need to be very careful". He took her hand in his and slowly massaged it, while looking at her dead in the eyes. "Because I would hate to be responsible for the damage of such a delicate thing."

"Hey, I'm not delicate!" Dylan said, trying to sound convincing, but failing. She could not stop looking at him. She wanted him to draw her closer, right there at that moment. Screw logic, screw fears, screw everything.

"Yes you are." He said, using his other hand to caress her cheek. "You are in fact the most fragile thing, you just don't know." The way he touched her made her want him even more. He was tender and inviting at the same time. She was feeling the desire coming from both bodies and it was intoxicating.

"And what about you, then?" she asked almost whispering. "Are you the tough one?"

At that he softly chuckled. "Oh definitely not." At that point the hand in her cheek cupped her face and softly went through her black hair. "I am completely" he drew closer, "and undeniably" now his lips were only an inch away from hers "powerless." And with that, he slowly kissed her. And all Dylan did was kiss back and smile against his lips.

(Heeey you guys! Don't hate me for taking so long! I just had exams and well it was very hectic! But I'm back with this new chapter which I love! I hope you love it as well! Remember, I adore seeing reviews, and new readers and followers, so if you like my story feel free to review and/or follow me or the story! Have an awesome day!)