The song in this chapter is "Precious" by Depeche Mode. I thought it fit.

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Chapter 15: A Kiss?

Precious and fragile things

Need special handling

My God what have we done to you?

We always tried to share

The tenderest of care

Now look what we have put you through

Amber sat away from the fire, near Dean and Sam, staring down at her bruised knuckles. She gently touched them, wishing she had ice to put on them. She only saw Sam's legs and dirty boots as he got up and walked past them, leaving her alone with Dean. At first she felt a little awkward, sitting alone with Dean, but then she finally spoke up,

"How's your hand?" was the best thing she could think of to ask.

"I'll survive," Dean replied, watching her play with her hand, "how's yours?" he asked, gently grasping her bruised right hand in his.

She winced slightly as he grasped it,

"I'll survive," she smiled teasingly.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

The only sound around them was the sound of the fire roaring a good ten feet away from them. Suddenly Dean took the initiative and leaned towards her. Amber closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath on her face. She knew what he was attempting to do.

"Dean," she whispered gently, "I can't," she stated, causing him to sigh and lean back.

"Why? Why not?" he asked.

I want to, I really do, but I can't…" she stated, looking down at the ground, leaves surrounding her sneakers.

"Give me a reason why," Dean said, feeling frustrated, "even in Florida you didn't want to, at the time I understood because we only knew each other a few days, but now…" she threw his hands up in an "I give up" manner.

She sighed, looking up at him once before looking back down at the soil,

"I…it's just…I don't trust guys when it comes to anything more than friendship," she began, "my last boyfriend…he beat me, cheated on me, but threatened that if I ever left him, he would kill me…if I ever called the cops, he would kill me." Once, when he was beating me, I had my cell phone in my pocket and dialed 911 when he came in from work once, swinging at me. He didn't know I had dialed them, but he got a big surprise when the police arrived at the house," she spilled.

Angels with silver wings

Shouldn't know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you

If God has a master plan

That only he understands

I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

Dean felt as though someone had stabbed him in his heart and twisted the blade. He leaned forward, whispering,

"I understand now why you feel the way you do, but you cannot punish another guy for you ex-boyfriend's stupidity," his face was once again inches from hers.

She did not respond, only looked down at the ground. Dean huffed and stood up to walk away, still frustrated.

Amber quickly stood, deciding to take a chance,

"Dean!" she quickly called, grabbing his hand before he could take another step, and pulled him towards her.

I pray you learn to trust

Have faith in both of us

And keep room in your hearts for two

Their lips collided. They kissed right there, in front of Hailey, Ben, Sam and Roy. Sam smirked as Dean wrapped a strong arm around Amber's curvy hips and Amber wrapped her arms around Dean's neck. Their kiss was one of hunger, for they have both wanted to since Key West, but she would not allow him to nor would she allow herself to. In the few short moments they kissed, Amber saw flashes in her head, like a vision, only there was no pain involved. She saw herself in a white dress, flowers in hand, smiling, she saw a little girl with red hair and hazel eyes sitting on Dean's shoulders, she saw Sam sitting at a large table with them, holding hands with a dark-haired women after a large dinner. When the vision ended, Amber pulled away for a moment to look Dean in the eyes, he smirked down at her and kissed her again, but only a quick peck on the lips.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken left us so brittle

There was so little left to give.

Sorry it's taking so long for me to update each chapter, I have very little free time as of now. I am hoping to finish half of this story before the second season starts. I will write a second story, and that one will begin at the beginning of the second season.