Hey, guys! Sorry for the delay in the update but I was so tired yesterday that the moment I got home, I fell asleep :D However, I hope you had a not so bad week! :)
deadone1013, thanks for the review :) And I'm in love with VA and I was reading it by the time I was wtriting these chapters, so I decided why not include it! :D Glad you liked it
Anyhow, here's the new chapter, it's a bit long, but I hope you'll like it :) Enjoy


I wake up with a gasp, quiet desperate yelp escaping my lips. Fear rushes through me even though I can't remember what I was dreaming and I don't know why I'm so scared. My frantic breathing makes me realize how much I'm influenced by the nightmare, that and the fighting knife I usually keep under my pillow that now is in my hand, my knuckles almost white from clutching it. Then the bed shifts and someone murmurs something, I freeze but only for a millisecond and then I jump out and run to the middle of the room. Panicked, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do – should I run or stay… Then I realize I'm still holding the knife and before giving the irrational decision a second thought I draw the blade across my forearm, the sting is clearing my mind, making me calm down. Even though I can't see the blood streaming down my arm because of the darkness that has enveloped the room, I can feel it. And the way it hurts me tells me I cut myself deeper than I intended.

"Braeden…" a sleepy voice comes from behind me "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Startled, I hastily turn around, fear racing through my veins. I'm still affected by my nightmare and even though the pain in my arm makes it easier to distinguish what's real and what's not… seeing Dean's broad form in front of me, sends me all frantic again and I quickly take a step back. This makes him realize what's happening. He stands still in front of me and no matter how hard I try to see his face it's too dark – everything's just silhouettes and shapes. Dean raises his hands in conciliation, trying to calm me down

"Braeden, put the knife down" he says, reasoning and worry in his words "Come on, it's me. You're safe…"

But still disorientated and scared I shake my head and move backwards. I'm not sure whether I can trust him because if he's a hallucination and I give up things will get pretty ugly real fast…

"It's me" Dean reassures me, patience in his voice "Come on, Honey B, you know I'll never hurt you. It's me. I'm real, I promise you…"

Honey B… this is what brings me back from the edge of insanity… this simple nickname I hate so much but he uses with so much care and love… I relax and exhale in relief. Dean sees the change in my posture

"Give me the knife, Braeden" he gently insists and I hand it to him

He puts it aside and turns on the lights.

"Damn it! What have you done?" he exclaims when he sees the cut on my arm

"I'm sorry" I say as I sit on the bed pressing the cut to stop the bleeding

Dean sighs and kneels in front of me with the aid kit and pulls my arm to bandage it. I can see the worry all over him and I feel guilt rising inside me. He already has enough troubles, I shouldn't add more.

"I'm really sorry…" I repeat looking at now my bandaged arm

"It's fine" he squeezes gently my hand but I can hear the concern in his voice "It'll be fine…"

"I really didn't mean to… it just happened…" I try to explain "Sam's right… pain does help"

"What?" Dean's head snaps up to look at me

"That's why I did this" I point to my arm "This time it wasn't that bad, you know…"

"Wasn't that bad?!" Dean exclaims in disbelief "You hurt yourself!? How's that better?"

"I was more aware of where I was…" I shake my head "You caught me off guard and I just panicked all over again…"

"Look at me" Dean cups my face making me meet his amazing green eyes "hurting yourself isn't a solution. Neither is trying to stay awake for an eternity"

"Oh… you noticed…" I mumble

"I must be an idiot not to notice how tired you lately are… that and the dozen coffee paper cups in the bin" he shakes his head "Don't try to avoid the problem. You need to find something that really helps you."

It is funny to get that kind of lecture from him, the guy who usually hides from all his troubles and tries to forget them, drinking all of his feelings away…

"You help" I say honestly and I see his surprised look

"Good" he nods and pulls me to the bed, flipping the covers over us, and then he puts a kiss on my forehead "Go to sleep"

The words "I'll watch over you" are left unspoken, still I know what he means. But I feel safe with him and with a smile soon I drift off.


A ray of sunshine slides through the curtains shining directly into my face. I frown and roll on my back, stretching like a lazy cat. But I freeze as pain shoots through my left side of my body. I groan and look around. Disappointment fills me as I realize I'm alone in bed and Dean's not around. On the other hand, it's better, I prefer to check what's the damage on my body on my own. There's no need for Dean, or Sam in that line of thought, to know about it. I suppose this pain is because of my collusion to the tombstone last night. Thanks, ghosty! Thanks to the alcohol from last night I didn't notice how much this hurts until now. I push myself out of the bed and go to the bathroom for a quick shower. Every movement causes me… well, it actually is more of a discomfort than a real pain. I take off my shirt and gasp in surprise when my eyes land on my left side. The bruise is huge, dark with all the ugly colors that an impact with this strength can cause – blue and purple tints all over my pale skin on the left side of my chest and down to my stomach. Damn it! This will take days to heal completely.

As I enter the room about ten minutes later I notice a box on the table. As I put on short jeans and a T-shirt I wonder what it is. I quickly slip on my flip-flops and go to the table. There's a note scrabbled in Dean's awful handwriting saying "Breakfast for champions". I open the lid and laugh – he bought me donuts. I shake my head, take one donut and head out to find the boys.

The weather is warm and the sun beams directly at me, the cloudless blue sky is bright and there's a mild whiff in the air. I immediately locate Dean, squatted next to his beloved car. I lean on the railing and take a bite of the donut. He is washing the Impala – there are buckets with water, sponges and car wash soap around him. Music's coming from the radio and he shakes his head to the beat. A simple t-shirt on and with his regular old jeans, he's engulfed by his car. I smile as I watch him studiously cleaning the right front fender. He looks relaxed and I know he's enjoying this. His hair bristles in every possible direction and the sun rays caught in it make it glow in golden tints. I shake my head and as I chew on my donut I ask

"Why are you washing her? It rained last night…"

Dean's startled look tells me I caught him off guard and I grin widely at his astonished face.

"Yeah, but the rain didn't wash away all the dirt" he says returning his attention to the fender

I eat what's left of my donut and approach him.

"Do you want help?" I ask and take a clean sponge from one of the buckets with fresh water.

"Are you serious?" he looks genuinely surprised

"Sure, why not?" I shrug and in that moment my clumsiness decides to show its head and somehow I just drop the sponge back into the bucket

The water splashes, spraying Dean and wetting a bit his jeans. He looks up at me, his brows raised

"Sorry" I shrug apologetically but then I notice the mischievous grin spread across his face; and then I see the hose next to him and his hand reaching for it "Dean, no" I warn him and take a step back as he rises to his feet "Don't you even…" he has already pointed the sprayer pistol to me "Don't you dare!"

But it's too late. I squeak as the cold water splashes me and trying to protect my face I run around the car and look grumpily at Dean who's laughing at me.

"It's not funny, you idiot…" I dodge as spray of water sprinkles over my head

I hide behind the car making sure the Impala is always between me and Dean as he stalks me, trying to spray me. I squeak and curse and duck trying to avoid all the water. Dean's laughing at me, challenging me to face him.

"Come on" he smirks at me "Scared of little water?"

"Fuck you!" I yell at him and doge when he sprays me "It's not fair! I'm weaponless!"

Of course, I am already soaked to the skin and I find myself enjoying this little game. Especially when I circle the car, ducking and yelling at Dean, and I see the buckets of water. This will even the odds. I smile and take one of them. At the beginning Dean used the hose to keep me away and get me all wet, but now that my clothes are dripping this can't stop me. I bravely rise on my feet and single-mindedly approach Dean who realizes what I'm about to do and rushes around the car.

"You think you can escape me?" I grin at him widely "Not a chance, Winchester. You're gonna pay!"

In that moment, taking a step backwards Dean trips over the hose and that's my chance. As he stagers I quickly shorten the distance between us and pour the bucket over his head. He yelps in surprise and I giggle. My laughter quickly fades as I see his face. I hastily turn around ready to run but he's faster, his hands on my waist as he pulls me towards him.

"Dean!" I whine "Let go!"

"No!" he grins widely and as I'm trapped between him and the Impala he starts tickling me

I laugh and struggle him but to no use since he's way stronger than me and I'm too busy to laugh and try to catch my breath as I squeal and scream in his hands.

"Dean! Stop it!" I beg as he continues to tickle me and the laughter makes it hard for me to be coherent "I can't breathe!" at this he draws back a little so I can inhale freely and in the next second he's on me again "Stop!" I laugh and try to catch his hands "You asshole!" and then his palm slides on the left side of me and the pain explodes, its tentacles stinging me "Oh, stop! Please, stop! It hurts!"

Dean immediately draws his hands back, worry all over his face. I scowl and cover my left with my hand

"What's wrong?" Dean's concern's obvious

"Yeah…" I huff catching mu breath and shaking off the pain "That hunt last night… remember how the ghost threw me against a tombstone and I said I'm fine…" Dean nods expectantly and I see how he knows what I'm about to say "Well, I exaggerated a little…"

"Really? A little?" Dean huffs in annoyance and concern "Let me see."

"Ah…" I really need to talk myself out of this, he really must not see this "No need, I'm…"

"Fine?" Dean crosses his arms

I open my mouth to sass at him and then I see his face and sigh in defeat, raising my T-shirt's hem for him to see the bruise.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaims "Why didn't you tell me earlier? This is huge!"

"I'll be fine" I brush his concern off "Don't worry about me"

"Yeah, well" Dean corners me between himself and the car again "I do worry about you"

We're really so, so close, only inches separate us. His emerald green eyes are staring at me, looking right into my soul, sending shivers down my spine. His wet T-shirt only underlines his broad shoulders, the fabric flattened against his chest… and oh, man his chest… I can only assume how I look with the wet T-shirt clinging tight around my body and the water dripping down my messy hair. Dean's hands slide gently down to my waist and all I can really think about is how handsome he is, how close he is to me and how much I want to kiss him right now. The fluttering feeling I get around him every time I let my emotions for him rule me appears again. My heart is bumping and blood rushes through my veins, his glare burning me. I want to kiss him so bad… and that's when I hear the song on the radio

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Ed Sheeran's "Thinking out loud"… Dean's intense green eyes are piercing me

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are

And that's when something in me clicks…

"Fuck it" I murmur and crash my lips against Dean's.

For a second he's too stunned to react but then he kisses me back softly. I'm melting in his hands and the only reason I'm still on my legs is because of his arms wrapped around me. I get lost in the sensations, all I can think is about the nonexistent distance between us and our bodies pressed together, about how gentle he is and that skillful tongue of his evaporating every single thought out of my mind… After a while, leaving me almost breathless, Dean pulls back, a gentle happy smile playing on his lips.

"Not that I complain but…" he hesitates for a second and I see the insecurity in his eyes "what was that about?"

"Me telling you how I feel about you" I smile at him and wrap my hands around his neck

"Good to know" he chuckles, his hands still around my waist

"Why did you kiss me back?" I ask, trying to hide my happy grin

"Me telling you how I feel about you" he repeats my words, his face all smug

"Oh, really?" I arch my brows "Good to know" I say and rise on my tiptoes to kiss him again

A cough, someone's clearing his throat, makes us separate from one another and we see Sam staying beside us, his hazel eyes shining in amusement.

"Glad you two finally figure it out" he says trying, unsuccessfully, to hide his smirk

"Shut up" Dean warns him as I roll my eyes

"Well, sorry to ruin your happy bubble" Sam says and points to his phone "But Garth called. Says a young hunter's in trouble and could use our help. It's just couple of towns over."

"Okay" I shrug and reluctantly pull away from Dean "Let's roll then"


I look around and check if we're in front of the right motel room. The boys are beside me and I confidently knock. After a couple of seconds the door creeks a little and reveals a teenage boy, probably not older than fifteen. His posture is insecure and he looks like a trapped animal. The way he stays tells me he's holding us at gunpoint through the door. He's got dark ruffled hair and brown eyes looking at us in suspicion, caution and well contained fear covering his stern face. And then I look closer. I know this kid, though I haven't seen him in years… Oh, my God, he looks so much as his mother… I'm speechless as the recognition hits me. Surprised than ever, I try to speak, but Dean's shocked croaked voice, full of pain and guilt, is the one I hear

"Ben?!"


So... what about the chapter - the song (which I love) and the moment between Dean and Braeden? And what about Ben? I'd love to know what you think about this development! Drop me a review and tell me ;) And have a great weekend