Chapter 12
It's been weeks since that night in the kitchen, the night Sophia told the three men in her life what really happened while she was being held hostage by the demon Rick. After she told them everything, the men went on and told her about the brothers struggle to hunt down the demon, how they finally caught a break and how, in the end, they made him suffer as much as he did her. When all was said and done, they all felt like a weight was lifted from their shoulders. Now they could focus on healing, not just physically but also emotionally. That didn't meant she wasn't having nightmares, just not so frequently. Instead of having one every night, she was now having one just every other week, which everyone thought was an improvement.
This was what was on Sophia's mind as she walked around the yard. Physically, she was a lot better; it was her mind that still was a mess. She started walking around the yard every day for an hour. It was her way of dealing with everything; it gave her time to think about her nightmares, to sort her thoughts, but most important, to think about the feelings she had for Dean. Yes, they were still there. And after she learned about everything he had done for her, regarding this whole situation, they grew even stronger.
She heard footsteps behind her and as someone touched her shoulder, she quickly turned around, grabbing that person's hand and threw them on the dusty floor of the yard. When she looked down, she saw those green eyes that she loved looking up to her.
-''Nice throw.'' – Dean said with a chuckle.
-''What the hell, Dean? I could have hurt you.'' – she said, stretching her hand out to help him up.
-''I called you like three times''
-''Sorry, I didn't hear you. I zoned out.''
-''It's ok. But it's good to know you still got good reflexes.'' – he said smiling.
-''You were lucky I didn't had my knife with me. If I did, I had a lot of explanations to do to both Sam and my dad.'' – she said, teasing him.
-''That's for sure.'' – he said with a grin.
-''Anyways, did you need something or are you just checking up on me, as usual?''
-''Is it that bad that I check up on you?'' – he said, a bit hurt.
-''No, but as I keep telling you, I'm fine. Not 100%, but getting there.'' – she said, kindly.
-''Sophia, I…''
-''What's wrong, Dean?'' – she asked, now concerned that something might have happened while she was in the yard or that he might be leaving.
-''Nothing, never mind.'' – he gave her a soft smile. He wanted so much to be able to tell her how he felt, how seeing her broken just made his resolve of keeping her safe even stronger. But he couldn't muster the courage to do so.
-''Dean, what is it? Come on, you now you can tell me anything.''
And as she said those words, Dean decided to take a chance. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips on hers. First, she was shocked, but then she let go. She kissed him with as much passion as he did. It took them a while to break apart, only doing so because of their need to breath. When that happened, they both looked at each other and smiled. That's what both have wanted for so long. And there it was. They started walking, hand in hand, knowing that now they could be together. Well, almost. The toughest part was yet to come. Bobby.
