I got one review asking for a sequel, (thank you by the way) I need a couple more though in order to convince me k? I just don't want to do it and have people think that I should have stopped with one. This one and one more, the last one is up in the air about an ending until I get more requests. So please tell me soon so I can finish this part.
Chapter 13: The Song
It was two in the afternoon, and after our little, or huge experience earlier that day, neither Dean nor I had gotten out of bed.
I was half way asleep and could feel his fingers drawing circles on my back. I snuggled in closer to him and he kissed my forehead. I was so tired.
Because I had never done that before.
I didn't tell him, I just went along with everything, and was glad I did. But now the overwhelming exhaustion was definitely coming over me.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Mmhmm." I said half mindedly. He kissed me on the head one more time before getting up. "Where are you going?" I asked quietly, still not all the way awake.
"To get something to eat, I haven't eaten all day, do you want anything?" He asked.
'He was leaving me after this for food? Ouch.' I thought. I shook my head.
"No I just want to sleep." I said, with my eyes still closed. He walked back over, grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"Ok, I'll be back soon." He said softly before leaving. I assume he got dressed, but I never really opened my eyes. I just let sleep overcome me.
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The next time I woke up it was 9 p.m. and I was alone. I sat up slowly and felt the blood rush from my head.
It made me dizzy and I quickly learned that I did not like this feeling.
'No wonder it took me so long to do this.' I thought. It wasn't like I was pressured into it. I had wanted it. But I just expected it to be different, easier I guess.
I shrugged it off and got dressed, very slowly I might add. Then I walked into the living room area where Sam and Dean were watching TV.
"Hey there sleeping beauty." Dean said. I forced out a little bit of a smile before curling up in a chair all by myself.
"Everything all right Annie?" Sam asked. I nodded. They exchanged a look of disbelief.
"I just woke up out of like 24 hours of sleep; do you expect me to be bright and bubbly?" I said, a little bit colder then I wanted to. Maybe even ice cold because the look on their faces was priceless, they looked almost scared of me.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"It's ok." Dean said.
"Yea, no problem." Sam replied. Then they went back to watching TV. I got up and walked to the door.
"I'm going to get coffee." I said.
"At nine?" Sam asked.
"Got a problem with it Winchester?" I asked. His face shot back.
"No, it's just late." He said.
"Starbucks is down the street, and its twenty-four hours. They made it that way for caffeine addicts like me. I'll be back." I said.
"Wait, I'll come with you." Dean said.
"No, no…" I said quickly. "I just need some time alone, plus its beautiful outside, walking on the beach and drinking coffee might be the perfect way to clear my head." I told him. He still walked over to me.
"You sure you're ok?" He asked. Then he looked back to make sure Sam wasn't listening. "Did we do things a little too soon?"
"No, its not that. I just, I need to think about something. And I haven't been alone in god knows how long. I just need some time ok? An hour tops. Then I will be back, I promise." I said as honestly as possible. He must have at least half way believed me.
"Ok, but if you aren't back by ten, I am coming to look for you." I reached up to kiss him.
"K, gosh you are started to act like a dad instead of a boyfriend." This analogy must have scared him judging by the look on his face. I laughed and walked out the door.
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I got my venti cinnamon dolce with an extra shot of espresso and went for my walk.
So many thoughts ran through my head.
I loved Dean, a lot. This morning, as awkward as it was now, had been great then. He had saved me when I needed the help.
And he loved me.
But for some reason, I couldn't see any future with us. And I hated that. And even though I knew what kind of guy he was, and he definitely wasn't into the whole commitment thing, it wasn't him that I worried about leaving.
It was me. I was always in trouble with commitment to anything. Until I started hunting I never had stuck with anything.
In high school, when I dated it was never more then two or three weeks, and even things like dance lessons or ice skating when I was younger that I never stuck with.
Lucky for me I was adopted by wealthy people. But I never really let them be my parents. I just lived in their house and spent their money. I mean I guess I was closer to my adoptive father then mother. Just because he was so sweet, and she always tried to pull me back.
Then I thought about them, I kind of missed my dad. I hadn't seen him in a couple months. We had been writing letters and calling each other ever so often, but still, I missed him. My adoptive mother had apparently left him. He didn't give much reason there.
My thoughts about Dean, my adoptive parents and even my real parents flowed through my head. I sat down and watched the wave's crash. It sounded so beautiful. And the way the moon hit the water and made it glow was incredible. I wanted to write a song about it.
I quickly learned to love California. I must have lost track of time, because after a while I looked up and saw Dean staring at me. Then I saw the way that the moon hit his face, and made it glow. It was as beautiful as the water was. I smiled widely at him
"I take it that it is past ten?" I said, still smiling.
"Yep, but you certainly look like you feel better." He said as he took a seat next to me. I nodded and then noticed then noticed some of the left over people from the beach that day, still talking and drinking, just casual. The buzz of their voices was almost melodic.
Everything about this place was beautiful. Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him.
"Hey Dean, what do you think about this place?" I asked. He looked at me kind of funny, but replied anyway.
"I think it is beautiful. I mean it's just kind of calm and peaceful." He told me. I nodded.
"I know, I kind of wish it was my home." I said, almost embarrassed. I felt him smile into my hair.
"One day, when we get done with this whole hunting thing, who knows? Maybe it could be." That shocked me.
"You think we are going to make it that far Dean?" I asked, completely honest. This time he was shocked.
"What? Do you not think so?" He asked, almost sad.
"I hope we do, it's just neither of us are very big on commitment." I pointed out as I pulled away and lay completely in the cool sand.
"If I tell you what I am thinking and feeling, you have to promise not tell anyone, especially Sam, because it would be a total chick flick kind of thing and I'm totally not into that." He said. I laughed.
"Ok I promise, it can be our secret." I said as I looked back up at him.
"I keep getting the feeling that if you aren't with me then I don't think I will ever actually have a real future. I'll just be chasing after ghosts forever and be completely unhappy. But with you, I might actually get away from that. I may actually have love in my life for the first time in practically forever." He said. My fears of abandonment faded. I looked up at him and smiled.
"You're right, that was a total chick flick thing." I joked. He smirked and pushed sand at me.
"Hey!" I squeaked before throwing it back. Suddenly we were in a sand fight, running around the beach and dodging the sand. I hid behind a huge rock, and he didn't find me for a long time. I peaked out and couldn't see him. So I tried sneaking out. As soon as I walked away from the rock, his arms grabbed me and tackled me to the ground. I would have laughed, but my muscles weren't exactly in position for that right now.
"Ow…" I said kind of laughing a little, but still in pain. He must have seen the truth on my face.
"What's wrong? Is there a rock or something?" He said before picking me back up quickly. That wasn't so comfortable either.
"No, no, there isn't a rock." I said.
"Then what hurt?" He asked concerned. I couldn't think of a lie. I bit my lip and turned my head. "Annie?"
I sighed and looked down.
"Ok, so this morning, when we did what we did." I said blushing some. Even from where I was looking I could feel the grin on his face.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Well, see…. I had never actually… I mean…" I couldn't get it out, so I just blurted it. "I had never done it before."
He was completely silent. Then gently pulled me into his arms.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I just kind of didn't want you to know?" I questioned. He laughed at me.
"So I take it you don't feel so great huh?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No, but like I said, taking a walk did help me feel better." I told him. He kissed my head then lifted me up as if he were going to carry me.
"What are you doing Winchester?" I asked giggling.
"Not letting you strain yourself." He joked. I sighed. But hey, if I didn't have to walk it was fine with me.
"Ok fine, I don't have a problem with not doing anything." I told him before grinning widely. He laughed and carried me back to our room.
"So are you tired?" He asked. I thought about it… and I really wasn't.
"Well, I just had a double shot cinnamon dolce, venti at that. I slept like twelve hours last night and then seven afterwards… that's like nineteen hours. No actually, I'm pretty much awake now." I said quickly. He laughed at me. "I think I am going to write."
"Oh really? Write what?" He asked as he laid down on the bed.
"A song. I'll be back later. I'm going to sit on the porch and listen to the waves as I write." I said randomly. He kept laughing.
"Note to self, Annie can't sleep for more then twelve hours, and she cannot have coffee." He said. I gasped.
"No coffee! Are you insane! Do you want them to lock me in an asylum? Because if you take away my coffee, the feds will come and take me away." I joked. He was laughing really hard.
"Well I will just have to come visit you then." He said through laughter. I stomped my foot and walked over to him.
"You know what happened this morning?" I said softly as I climbed over him. He quickly stopped laughing and put his hands on my waist.
"Yes, I know exactly what happened." He said slyly. I bent down to his ear.
"Well if you take away my coffee that will never happen again." I whispered before jumping off the bed and walking to the porch door.
"Wait, you'd choose coffee over me?" He asked. I laughed now.
"Yep, anytime." I said. He gave me the funniest puppy dog face ever. I laughed louder, blew him a kiss and walked out of the door.
I opened my song book and began writing.