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I reel a bit as I exit the bar and I feel Sam's hand steadying me. I chuckle. The night is cool, the sky even darker, angry clouds covering the horizon.
"You weren't lying, were you?" he shakes his head "You are drunk"
"Nope" I look up to him and giggle, my head is light and I'm a bit dizzy "I'm tipsy, not drunk. Yet…"
"As if I'll let you drink more…" Sam guides me to the Impala and patiently waits for me to slide in, only then he also gets in
A distant thunder makes me look outside the window.
"Storm is coming!" I say with ominous tone and Dean chuckles from the front seat
"What's gotten into you?" he asks as he starts the car, the familiar rumble of the engine makes me smile
"Nothing" I shrug and stare out of the window as he speeds down the road to our motel "The storm's catching up" I sigh as the wind blows and the storm clouds follow us
Dean speeds up and Sam just shakes his head, a knowing smile on his lips while he's watching me and his brother. I feel a bit nervous, knowing he's up to something.
"I didn't expect you'll be coming to the motel with us" he casually says, not looking at Dean
"Yeah, well… " Dean shrugs "Someone had to give you two a ride"
"Right…" I arch my brows making sardonic face "Why aren't you with the nice bartender, anyways? I thought you wanted some fun…"
"Turned out I'm not in the mood" he answers blankly and stares at me from the mirror, eyes sparkling, a smile curving his lips "And why aren't you with some handsome guy who won't even remember your name in the morning?"
"Well, nothing caught my attention" I say and feel the intense stares of both the brothers; Dean's surprised one and Sam's all knowing, aware of the fact I just said a lie; because there was a man who had my complete attention… and it was Dean
"Really?..." Dean arches his brows "'cause there were at least five guys undressing you with their eyes…"
"Yeah, well" I cut him off, wondering how exactly he comes to notice that "we both are going home alone" I shake my head and see Sam's smirk, even though he's trying to hide it
"What a pity" Dean jokes and I meet his eyes in the rear view mirror; there's something more than his joke, some emotion I can't quite understand
"You've got your hand" I point out mockingly "And I've got my fingers…" I wave at him and he chuckles
"Ewwww…." Sam makes an annoyed sound of throwing up and looks at us engrossed "Could you please not discuss your masturbation intentions in front of me?"
"No!" Dean and I answer simultaneously and we both laugh as he pulls over in front of our motel
"You're impossible!" Sam murmurs in discontent as he climbs out of the car
"Get over it" I roll my eyes as I get out and shut the car door
We wish each other good night and Sam and Dean head to their room. I stay behind, looking up to the sky. I expect it to start raining every moment. The cool fresh air clears my head and I inhale deeply. I feel a cold drop of rain falling on my face. I smile. I love rain, it's nice and refreshing and… A thunder echoes around and I smile even wider. Within seconds the storm hits. A shower of rain erupts from the dark night sky, wetting my clothes immediately but I really don't mind. The storm is strong, wind blowing around, gusts brushing upon me, lightings tearing the sky and deafening thunders ringing. I close my eyes and spread my arms. The cold rain is hitting me in the face, streaming down my neck and body, every bit of me is soaked to the skin. It smells like rain and the amounts of water washing upon me and the storm raging around… It's refreshing and cooling, clearing my mind and head from the dizziness from the consumed alcohol and I feel more relaxed and alive than ever. It's so nice to feel the rain upon my skin, the cold lovely droplets make me shiver as they stream down my face and neck, then under my wet clothes down my spine. Everything's so exiting… I haven't done that in ages. I haven't enjoyed rain like that since I was a child. A happy grin stretches my face as the rain rages around, suddenly lightning cuts through the sky and for a moment everything is as bright as daylight. The thunder crashes just above me, making me tremble in excitement. It's strange but I don't feel endangered by the storm, I admire the nature's strength and its wrath and power. So much rain falls that the sound blurs into one grumbling and whirring noise cut from time to time from the roaring of the thunders. But then I hear something different, a rough voice I know too well, trying to outshout the storm
"Braeden!" Dean is standing under the shelter of the motel's vizor, looking at me in disbelieve
I grin widely as I approach him and in the next moment everything around is brightly lit up in the cold light of the lightning and I see he's holding something in his hands. I take the few steps and go to him
"Are you crazy!?" he almost shouts at me "To be out there in this storm!"
"C'mon" I smile at him, not caring about his harsh tone, I'm too energized from the storm and in good mood "You know I love rain, where did you expect to find me?"
"This is nuts!" Dean shakes his head and grabs my arm leading me to my room
As I open the door I realize I shiver and I'm freezing now that the rain isn't washing upon me. Dean sees it, too. I leave little poodles with every step I make so I stop and remove my boots and my socks, still water streams down my legs. Dean quickly heads to the bathroom, tossing whatever he was holding on the bed, and I hear him setting the shower running. Then he comes to me and with grim expression drags me towards the bathroom. Before I realize what he's doing he pushes me under the shower head.
"Dean!" I whine in protest "My clothes!"
"They were soaked anyway" he cuts me off "Now stay here and get warm. I'll get you some dry clothes" and with this he leaves me
I let the water run down my clothed body. Dean has set it just right, warm enough but not hot. I feel as my body relaxes under the tentacles of the water spray. I hear as the door opens and then closes. I look through my shoulder to see my sleeping t-shirt and black bikini. The thought of Dean going through my underwear, choosing for me… I shiver and it has nothing to do with the cold I feel that the warm water still can't wash away. I smile and close my eyes, letting the heat envelope me. But I just can't get warm. I'm still freezing and with an angry huff I stop the shower. There's no point of staying here anymore, it's obvious this isn't helping. I peel the soaked clothes off of me and dry myself, then put the t-shirt and pull up the bikini. I have to admit, even though he could have chosen something fancy and lacy, Dean has stopped his attention on something more comfortable and I appreciate that.
I step out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel and see Dean standing next to the bed with my hair dryer in hand, he points me to sit in front of him and I roll my eyes at him
"I can take care of myself, you know" I say as I obediently do as he wants me to because I know there's no chance for him to let this go
"I promised Bobby to take care of you" Dean states
"What?" I tilt my head back so I can see him, furrowing my brows at him
"His last words to me and Sam were "Idjits, you better take care of my girl"" Dean starts drying my hair
"Oh" I don't know what else to say, I never knew that and I'm not sure how it makes me feel. Dean always feels responsible for the people he cares about. And Bobby adding even more pressure to this responsibility of his… I don't think it's really fair. But I get it, after all, I'm his only child and no matter what, it's natural for him to want me safe…
Despite the heated air blowing from the hairdryer, cold shivers slide down my spine and I shake a little. I just relax in Dean's touch as he gently brushes my hair making sure to dry it completely. I close my eyes enjoying being so close to him, having his hands on me, even though it's just my hair. He's careful and gentle and the feeling is so nice, I love when someone plays with my hair and I sigh quietly. I feel how the exhaustion of the last couple of days and the lack of sleep take their toll on me, I feel really tired and cold. After a while Dean turns off the hairdryer and puts it away.
"You know" he mutters "lately I've been failing at this"
"What?" I turn to look at him, blinking in confusion "What are you talking about?"
"Me… looking after you" he shrugs, I see guilt in his wonderful eyes "I failed miserably. You got hurt. Crowley got you because…"
"Hey!" I cut him off and make him look at me "This is not on you, okay? It's on me. This was my choice, my decision."
"Stupid decision" he says and I realize that with him we talk about this for the first time "How could you do this?" he shakes his head
"Your life was at stake, Dean" I huff in irritation "What was I supposed to do? Crowley had you, calling all the shots. We had nothing. I was the one he needed and that was leverage, an insignificant one, but still leverage…"
"You could've told Sam!" Dean points out, his eyes shining dangerously "Not lying him and Charlie"
"I was trying to save you!" I exclaim, standing up to face him
"With Sam's help you could've come to a plan that didn't require sacrificing yourself!" Dean rages at me, his anger now obvious
"I couldn't risk losing you!" I shout at him, all my emotions for him seeping out through my words, I look at him in discontent
He stays quiet for a second, processing what I've just said, his face softens as he looks at me.
"And have you ever thought about how I was gonna feel if I lose you?" he asks and shakes his head
The truth is I haven't. I freeze, literally, not just because of how cold I feel. It never occurred to me what losing me can cause him or Sam.
"I wanted you safe, that was the most important thing for me" I look pleadingly at him "Please, don't be mad at me…"
Dean just sighs and rubs his neck. I shiver, getting goose bumps running up my skin
"I'm not mad at you" he simply says "And you're still freezing. Get in the bed"
I just shake my head, not really sure if he's ready to drop the subject but obey him, wishing to get warm. Then I see what he has thrown on the bed earlier – the Vampire Academy book that I couldn't find when I left for Benny. I really like the book but never had the chance to finish it
"Really?" I look back at Dean and smile widely "I thought I lost it"
"I found it in Rufus's cabin. Wanted to surprise you but never saw the right moment…"
Before he can finish I just quickly give him a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks, Dean" I beam happily at him and fling aside the blankets, my feet freezing on the cold floor
"Any time, Honey B" he says, tease in his tone
I look at him, he hasn't called me like that since we were kids. He used to call me Honey B only because he knew how much I hated it and because I had a plush bumble bee toy I used to sleep with.
"Remember what happened the last time you called me like that?" I ask and arch my brows to emphasize my threat as I put the book on my night stand
It was so many years ago but I still remember it vividly. There was amazing and wild rainstorm so of course I was outside, enjoying the rain. When I got home, dripping water and leaving steps everywhere Dean showed up, beaming at me with his smug smirk. Even as a child he had this charm… and the all knowing smile. He was ten which means I was about seven. The moment he saw me entering the living room where he, Sam and Bobby were, he made another smug comment about "Honey B and her irrational love for storms" and that's when I lost it. I was so fed up with him, mocking at me so before anyone could react, even Bobby, I shortened the distance between me and Dean and punched him as hard as I could. I still can remember his offended face as he was pressing his nose trying to stop the blood, Bobby's shocked and pissed expression, followed by a lecture about good behavior, and Sam's giggles…
"Well" Dean chuckles, rubbing his nose "My nose for sure remembers…"
"Call me like that one more time" I warn him as I slip into bed "and I'll break your legs"
"Point taken" he says and starts undressing
I narrow my eyes at him in suspicion. But before I can ask him exactly what the hell he thinks he's doing, he – only in a simple T-shirt and his boxers – joins me in bed.
"Dean…" I start hesitantly, I feel a bit anxious; it's not the first time we'll share a bed but there's something different about it tonight and I can't figure out what
"You need to get warm" he states as he pulls me towards him, my back pressed against his chest
With a sigh I relax in his arms, letting the exhaustion beat me. Dean pulls my cold feet between his thighs and soon warmth starts creeping up my entire body. I snuggle closer to him, hugging his arms wrapped around me. I feel safe and relaxed. Maybe this time I can let myself fall asleep, maybe this time, with Dean here to protect me, the nightmares won't come to terrorize me.
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