Chapter 2

Jess awoke from her stupor to find herself in Dean's room. How boyish it was, blue with dirty clothes on the floor, posters of women above his desk, the list goes on.

She peeled the covers away slowly, looking down she realised that someone had changed her. As she stood up she gazed at the long grey t-shirt and blue boxer shorts that covered her.

"He changed me?!" She wondered incredulously. "Shit….he would have seen the other scars!" She said out loud, sitting back down on the warm bed with her head in her hands.

Suddenly the wooden door on the other side of the room flew open, Dean walked out from the small ensuite casually, in nothing but a pair of boxer. Jess's head snapped up looking at him for a moment. Looking at his perfectly formed chest. She averted her eyes, breathing heavily.

"Hi." She realised that she was whispering. Also ashamed of how she had acted.

"Morning." He replied, his voice unintentionally seductive. Well to her anyway.

Jensen was picking up clothes from the floor while she watched him, almost fearful of the consequences of her actions. She surrendered immediately.

"Dean, I'm…uhhh…I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for…" She was cut off by his hand on her lips.

"Don't be sorry." He whispered, his face was strong, no emotion lied there. For the moment.

He sat down next to her, so close that they were touching. She leaned her head against his bare chest and he put his arms around her. Small tears rolled down onto his skin.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said as he held her. She said it over and over, more trying to convince herself than the one she loved.

Pulling away she looked up into his eyes. "You changed me." She accused.

Humour danced in his striking russet eyes. "Yes, I couldn't leave you in dirt stained clothes could I?" He replied honestly.

"I…ummm…You didn't…see anything…did you?" She whispered embarrassedly.

"Yes, I saw the scars, but I lingered on nothing if that's what you want to know. I respect you. And you privacy." He said kindly, wanting her to know how much she was loved.

Breathing in slowly, she nodded.

"Here." He handed Jess a pile of clean clothes. "Your father brought them over last night, but he said not to wake you. So I let you sleep."

As she walked over to the bathroom, she stalled.

"Dean?" She asked.

"Yeah" he replied turning back to her.

"I…thank-you. For everything. I need you." She whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

Jess nodded at her own words and shut the door behind herself.