Chapter 8: Admit

(Charly's POV)

Dean had pulled me close to him and wrapped his jacket around both of us. I couldn't help but feel immediately warm.

After a few minutes I felt like someone was looking at me. So I looked up and saw Dean's eyes planted on me. But they didn't have the same look that they normally did. Instead they were soft and kind, and I got lost in them. I couldn't think of some snarky comment to say, so I just pulled away a little and stared at him. Strange feelings started pulsing through my veins and I didn't know what to do about it. I felt extremely safe but at the same time I had never been more afraid. With out notice our faces inched closer together until our lips met.

It was soft… and quick. It may have been longer but I pulled back and covered my mouth with my hand.

"I'm sorry…" He said and started to pull away. I quickly grabbed his arm and slowly pulled him back to me.

"Don't be…" I replied, hardly believing myself. "I think it was mutual… and… I think… I liked it."

I laughed at myself and blushed. Dean smiled and put his hand on my back then pulled me closer to him.

"Does this mean anything?" He asked.

"I don't know… I mean, I know how I feel… but I don't know what I want." I told him honestly. "What about you?"

"I know what I want… but at the same time I don't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry we've been the way we have been… you know fighting and all of that. It's just…" But I cut him off.

"We don't know how else to keep away from what we really want to do…" I said. He nodded.

"So what do we do now?" He asked. I didn't know. I mean… I did, but I just wasn't all the way sure.

"I guess we can either pretend nothing happened, or take things slow and see what we really feel… although I must say that I may miss arguing with you." I joked. He laughed some and pulled me closer to him.

"I think I like option two the best." He told me. I smiled.

"Me too." I told him. Don't get me wrong, I was scared out of my mind to start this, but I didn't want to deny my attraction and feelings anymore. "So what are you going to tell your little girlfriends in there?" I asked. He laughed some.

"I'm going to tell them that I got a much better offer." He said. This time I laughed.

"So its really cold… should we go back inside?" I asked.

"We can, but I can think of some other places we can go to do some other things that would make you a lot warmer then that bar…" He said with that attitude that only he could possess. I laughed and pushed him off of me.

"I think I may have to have more to drink before I take you up on that offer." I said before walking inside. It wasn't long until Dean followed.

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(Sam's POV)

"So, how long have you been in town?" Sara asked me.

"Just got here today actually. I was going to call you in the morning…" I replied. Actually, I hadn't really decided if I was going to call her or not, but it sounded good.

"Well I guess I saved you a phone call huh?" She said smiling. I smiled back.

"Yeah… hey can I buy you a drink?" I asked. She just kept smiling.

"Sure, why not?" She replied. We went back to mine and Charly's table and started talking. I asked her how she had been and vise versa… things were going good. I never realized how much I missed her.

"So what is going on with those two?" She asked pointing to Dean and Charly who had come back inside and were sitting at the bar together. With out fighting. Actually, they were flirting with each other? Woah… I missed something.

"I really have no clue, before we got here they hated each other and now, well look at them. But I have officially decided to stay out that side of my brother's life unless I absolutely have to." I told her.

"Charly's a good person, she deserves someone who cares about her, especially after all she has been through." Sara said. I nodded. She was right. Charly did deserve that.

We talked for a while longer and our night ended with the four of us agreeing to see each other again sometime before we left.

"Night Sam…" Sara said. She reached up and we kissed for a moment. It was a pretty perfect moment.

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(Charly's POV)

Sam and Sara were adorable. Case closed. Their names even sounded adorable together. Hmm, I wonder if Dean and my name sounded as cute.

Dean and Charly. Charly and Dean.

Well, I kind of had a boy name, so it sounded odd. Other then that though it sounded ok. Wait… when did I become so giddy?

Oh yeah, after the kiss. After we decided on what we were going to do… I couldn't help but be happy about all of this.

When we got back to the motel Sam got in the shower and Dean looked over at me mischeviously.

"Oh no… take things slow remember? I'm not going to be one of your little sex toys." I said smiling some. He laughed at my reference.

"But does that mean I can't even do this?" Before I had time to ask him what it was, he pulled me to his chest and pressed his lips against mine, and they didn't leave for a very long time. The kiss got deeper and deeper until I finally had to come up for air.

"Ok… you can do that, but if I feel any clothing being removed, you are going down." I whispered. He just laughed and kissed me again. We continued our make out session, until we were caught.

"Alright now you two, seriously what the hell is going on?" Sam asked. Dean pulled himself off of me.

"We were kissing?" Dean questioned. I just laughed and rested my head on his chest.

"One minute you are at each others throats, the next… well your still at each others throats, but in a whole new way…" Sam said.

"We just decided that life is short, so why not live it." I said smiling. Sam just rolled his eyes and shook his head. But I swore I saw a smile.

"Just don't do anything to make her mad Dean, she might kill you!" He said before grabbing his bag and going back into the bathroom.

"You wouldn't kill me, would you babe?" Dean asked. I smiled evilly.

"Who knows, I might." I joked. His eyes widened and I tip toed up to kiss him.

"Well, killing me wouldn't be very nice. I may get angry." He replied as I trailed kisses down his neck.

"Sometimes I'm not very nice." I said through kisses. He made some strange noise and I could tell he liked what I was doing but he pulled away.

"See, you said take things slow, and I can't do that when you do things like… that…" He told me. I laughed and sat down on my bed.

"Ok, fine… lets keep our distance before we do something we will regret… again…" I said. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"Alright, I guess we can try." He said. I nodded and laid down. "Wait, does this mean I still have to sleep on the floor?"

I giggled. "Yep… unless you want to share with Sam." I said.

"So not cool…" He said before getting in his sleeping bag.

"Goodnight Dean." I said before pulling the covers over me and closing my eyes.

"Night Charly…" I heard him say before I drifted off into slumber.