Chapter 11: Thinking of the Past
[the Present]
~Dean's POV~
"Oh, I remember all that," I said, all the memories coming back at once. I walked away from her, and stood against the desk again, my arms crossed over my chest. "I'd thought I'd lost you forever, and then I couldn't even help save you; that was the worst part of it," I said, not looking Trinity in the eye.I smiled, and bowed my head. She came over and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I looked into her baby blues.
"But you did help save me, you have no idea how hard it was to give up with you in my head," she said, smiling. I chuckled, and looked at her, confused.
"I was in your head?" I asked.
"Yep, you were literally screaming at me not to let go, to hold on til you got to me, so I did...that's not all you did...I just imagined that I was with you, that you were holding me in these arms of yours, and I'd never felt safer, more alive," she said. I couldn't help but wrap her up in these arms of mine, and hold her. Just having her here distracted me from all the evil out in the world, the evil I had started out hunting with just Sammy and Dad. But now I had Trinity, and I didn't wanna ever be without her again. She laid her head against my shoulder, and I held her for a minute, not wanting to ever let go.
"I never thanked you for that, did I?" she asked after a minute of silence. I chuckled, and shook my head.
"No, but its fine, I know," I replied, because I did know. I knew what she was feeling, it was always written on her face. She was an open book to me, that was one of the things I liked about her. She laughed, but stayed as she was. I felt her tense up.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Dean..." she said, standing up, but not looking me in the eye. She had this worried expression on her face. She finally looked at me, but still didn't say anything.
"Trin, what is it?" I asked her again.
"You know how I feel right? About you?" she asked in a worried tone.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, confused.
"Well, after we left, you looked angry," she said, bowing her head. I thought back in my head, and realized she wasn't wrong.
"Well, I just saw how you were with that Damon guy, and I wasn't sure why you were coming with me," I replied. She flinched, and I could tell she knew I had figured it out.
"Dean, I'm sorry, I...I don't know what to say, except that I don't love Damon. I love you, and I always have, even then when I was standing there with Damon. Not once did I ever question my feelings for you, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like you did, I know that was my fault," she replied, sadly. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. I wanted to close the distance between us, I hated that she was out of my reach. I walked up to her, and enclosed her in a tight bear hug, which she responded to, relieved.
"It's okay, we're good...after I saw that you were still happy with me, I left it alone," I told her. She leaned back to look at me, a smile on her face. She stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.
~Trinity's POV~
I loved it when his hands were on my back, I always felt secure, like I was the safest person on the planet. All I knew was that I wanted him and only him. His lips left mine, and moved to my jawline, then to my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, and felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips pressed against my collarbone. I pushed him to the edge of the bed, and wrapped my legs around his waist, then claimed his lips, the desire pulsing through my body. He removed his shirt, and I couldn't help but gaze at his chest for a second. I grabbed at his back as his lips pressed against my collarbone again. Before I knew it, we were laying there, and we were the only ones on the planet, soon to be enveloped in the darkness of desire.