Chapter 21

"How'd you get in here? Get out, or I'm calling the police!"

Emilia's quivering voice echoed in the empty house. She put her shaking left hand over Levi's head and held him closer to her, feeling more protective of him than usual all of a sudden. She and Dean stared at each other for a few seconds before she started moving. The heels of her shoes did what her voice did as she ran to the kitchen to search for the telephone. When she found it sitting on its cradle on the counter beside the refrigerator, she rushed towards it but before she can grab it with her left hand, she felt huge warm hands on her shoulders, stopping her from what she was about to do. The hands gently squeezed her shoulders once and the simple gesture was enough to make her forget why she was in the kitchen and trying to reach for the telephone.

Emilia closed her eyes when she felt Dean's hard muscled chest pressing against her back. She surrendered to his touch by leaning back against him. Dean kept his hands on her shoulders, enjoying the warmth seeping through the soft fabric of her dress. The fabric didn't feel as good as her bare skin, but it was enough for now.

"Emilia, baby, I'm not here to fight you. I don't want to."

Dean said softly. For a second, Emilia thought that he wasn't him.

"Why are you here then, Dean?"

She asked him. Hearing herself say his name out loud after months of not saying it made her feel weird.

"I couldn't stand being away from you anymore. And call me cheesy, but I couldn't think of anyone else to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with other than you."

Dean said and he meant it. Emilia, however, didn't think that he did. She turned around and moved away from him until her lower back hit the counter.

"Just leave, please. I don't want you here."

Emilia begged him. She felt tears forming behind her eyes. She just lied through her teeth and she didn't know why. She didn't want Dean to leave. She wanted him to stay and it's scaring her more than the presence of Dean.

Dean closed the distance that Emilia had put between them by taking several steps towards her. He looked into her bright blue eyes and they almost brought him to his knees. He'd seen a lot of pairs of eyes, but only Emilia's eyes made him weak. He took a deep breath to pull himself together.

"I want you to answer my question. Is he mine?"

He repeated what he'd asked her moments ago. Emilia gulped. She wanted to protect her son - their son - from him. But she knew that he had the right to know that Levi was his son and she didn't want her little angel growing up without knowing who his father was. And also, she was unemployed and it'll be hard to support the child on her own. As much as she hated the fact, she needed Dean.

So she decided to tell Dean the truth.

Emilia nodded as a tear escaped the corner of her left eye.

"Yes, he's yours."

Silence filled the spacious kitchen. Emilia couldn't hold her tears back any longer so she let them fall out of her eyes and trickle down her face. She turned her head to the left so that her tears won't get on Levi. Dean ran a hand through his disheveled hair and stood still in his place. A few minutes later, when Dean had formed the words that he wanted to say in his mind, he decided to speak.

"How old is he?"

Emilia sniffed and looked at Dean. He looked a little blurry due to the tears. Dean refused to look her in the eyes because they were puffy and red from the crying she just did and it tug on a string in his heart.

"H-he's nine months old."

"I-" Dean grumbled, struggling to find the right words. "Can I hold him?"

Emilia hesitated, but denying him his rightful privilege will be illogical because Levi is his son. Emilia nodded. When he saw her response, Dean placed his hand on Levi's back. A smile appeared on his face and Emilia watched him admiring his son - their son. As she looked at Dean and Levi, her heart swelled at the feeling of how right this was, the three of them being together. She felt like they were a family.

But as much as she wanted them to be that, she knew that they wouldn't be. Being together can't be that simple.

"Be careful so you don't wake him up."

Emilia began handing Levi over to Dean. Dean had held a baby before, but holding his son felt different. When the baby was in his arms, he made sure that he didn't held him too tight or too lose. He almost shed a tear at the sight of his son's chubby face. It was hard to believe that this innocent little being was his and Emilia's.

"He's… beautiful, just like you."

Emilia felt her cheeks getting warm.

"Thank you."

She simply said, even though she wanted to say that he too was beautiful.

The silence has returned in the room. Emilia could stand in the kitchen all night just staring at Dean holding Levi, but she had to do what was best for their son.

"I think we should bring him up to his room so he could sleep better."

Emilia suggested in a hushed voice. Dean smirked when she said we. He nodded.

"We should."

Emilia moved away from the kitchen counter and started walking out of the kitchen.

"Follow me then."

I'd follow you anywhere, Dean thought to himself when Emilia started walking. Instead of checking her out like he usually would when she's around, Dean kept his eyes on Levi. The baby looked so pure, just like she did. A few minutes later, he found himself putting down Levi in his baby blue crib. He readjusted the canopy on the sides of the crib so that Levi wouldn't get cold. He stroked Levi's right cheek with his left hand before standing straight and shoving his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket. Emilia stood next to him and togther, they watched their son's chest rise and fall as he inhaled then exhaled.

"I think you should go."

Emilia whispered to Dean. Before she even realized what was happening, she was letting Dean drag her out of Levi's room by the hand. He closed the door of Levi's bedroom as quietly as he could before pushing Emilia against the wall.

"Why are you trying to throw me out after I just found out that I have a son?"

Dean yelled at Emilia's face. Emilia closed her eyes and told herself not to cry. Dean's hands were squeezing the sides of her biceps a little too hard and she knew that he'll leave bruises. She felt his breath on her face and he smelled like cigarettes like he usually does. When she opened her eyes, she looked into his.

"I wasn't trying to throw you out!"

Emilia yelled back at him. She tried to push him away using her hands but she couldn't do much with her arms because Dean was holding them so tight. She could see the fire and something else in his eyes. Before, it would've made her back down, but now, it only made her want to go against him even more.

Dean let go of Emilia's biceps and cupped her face. Her face felt warm against his cold palms. His palms sent shivers down her spine and she felt the hairs on her arms stand up.

"I'm not going anywhere now that I'm here with you."

Please don't, Emilia answered Dean in her head subconsciously. She waited for Dean to do something she wouldn't like, but all he did was place a light but lingering kiss on her forehead. She gasped. Dean let her go and opened the door of her bedroom, as if he'd been in it before. Instead of following him immediately, Emilia leaned against the wall to catch her breath. Dean seemed to have changed, but has he really?

When the air was back in her lungs, Emilia went in her bedroom. She noticed that Dean had turned on the lamp on her nightstand and he was sitting casually on her bed. He was leaning back, using his arms as support and his hands were behind him. He had taken his leather jacket off and Emilia found it hard not to stare at him since his muscles were showing through his tight black v-neck shirt. Dean caught her staring and he fought the urge to say something cheeky.

"Come here."

Dean told Emilia, his voice sounding deeper than usual. Emilia didn't want to, but she found herself moving towards him. When she stopped right in front of him, Dean grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. He stared at her glossy lips as he licked his. She could stop this before it heads to something more, but she couldn't help herself. It's been a long time since they'd been physically close and she needed to feel him. So she took the collar of his shirt and straddled him.

"I've missed you."

Emilia told Dean as he squeezed her hips. She gasped as she placed her hands on his chest. He placed his lips next to her ear and licked her earlobe.

"I've missed you, too."

Dean replied and gently bit the side of her neck before flipping them over. Emilia was breathless again and her body was being ignited by desire for him. She hadn't been with anyone else other than him and all she wanted was to have him again. She just didn't need him, she wanted him. And he felt the same.

Dean's lips found Emilia's and in a matter of seconds they were engaged in a passionate kiss. Dean didn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside Emilia's mouth and her tongue quickly found his. Her hands on his torso traveled downward and went under his shirt. Dean groaned as he felt her fingers tracing the lines of his abs. He returned her teasing touch by taking the hem of her dress and hitching it up to her stomach, revealing her black lacy underwear. Emilia moaned when she felt his fingers slipping under the band of her panties and tugging on them. She removed her hands from his torso and pulled some strands of his hair, stopping him from kissing her.

"What's wrong?"

Dean asked Emilia when he pulled back. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he wanted to be considerate.

"I-I don't think we should do it."

Emilia said before biting her lower lip, which was sore from the way he kissed her. He felt disappointed but he got off her in an instant and lie beside her. He willed his throbbing member to calm down as Emilia pulled down the skirt of her dress to cover her exposed thighs. She could feel how wet and warm she was, but she ignored the feeling. She couldn't understand herself; she wanted Dean, but then she stopped when he was close to giving himself to her.

It was quiet in the room before Dean turned to face Emilia, who was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Her hair had fallen out of its bun and some strands shielded her face, so he brushed some of it way with his right hand. He smirked at the sight of her flushed face and she took his hand when he was done.

"Let me know when you're ready, okay?"

Dean said. He didn't want to fuck things up with her again, now that he seems to have gotten her back in his life. She nodded.

"I will. I know you probably have to leave soon but I wanted to tell you that you can stay the night here."

Emilia said. She was right but Dean was willing to drop everything for her.

"I don't have to be anywhere, so I'll stay here all night with you."

Dean squeezed her hand once before letting it go. She smirked at him and turned around, allowing him to cuddle her. The smell of her hair was still the same and he'd missed its scent. He buried his head in her hair and kissed the top of her head. Emilia giggled as she took Dean's right arm and draped it over her. She found it ironic how safe she felt with the man she once considered a threat to her life.

Author's note: Sooo... this chapter is full of angst and fluff and I regret nothing. I hope you liked this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to leave a review with your thoughts, suggestions, or whatever you want to say on it, okay? It'll only take a few minutes. And also, you can favorite and follow this story. Thanks! And oh, here's the list of songs that I listened to while writing this.

I Should Go – Levi Kreis
Robbers – The 1975
Unsteady – X Ambassadors
Bloodsport – Raleigh Ritchie
Demons – Imagine Dragons

- C x