I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!
Sasha and Dean were done eating, Alexa and Seth were gone and Sasha was going home with Dean. "I don't really have any clothes to stay at yours so can you just take me to the airport please?" asked Sasha as she was irritated. "That's a huge waist of jet lag just crash at my place for our 2 night day off." Said Dean as he was packing the car, "Want me to put these in the truck?" asked Dean, "I got it." said Sasha as she snatched away from Dean.
Dean was standing behind her, watching her struggle to put her bags in. "Here, let me help." Dean stood behind here, as he was helping her, she was cringed up as she was wrapped around him. "Mkay! Let's get going!" she said as she slammed the trunk door and broke Dean's sorta embrace. Dean smiled as he saw Sasha go inside the car.
Sasha was sitting in her seat thinking about what just happened, when Dean was wrapped around she felt this feeling a feeling she hasn't felt in a long time. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was a sorta... good feeling. Dean hoped inside the car breaking Sasha's focus, "All ready to go?" asked Dean. Sasha checked her wrist yo see if her bracelet was there, "Yeah. Let's just go" she said as she rolled her eyes.
Dean was driving to the his house and he saw that Sasha was sitting with her head down as she was resting her head up against her hand. Sasha knew Dean was looking at her, "You know, stalking the person in the passengers seat is not a rule of driving." she said while still looking out the window. "Sorry." said Dean as he went back to focusing on driving. "Thank you." she said sarcastically, but softly.
Dean arrived to his house and on the outside it looked like a pretty big house. Dean got the things from the trunk and walked inside. Sasha felt pretty comfortable she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. "So, you can sleep here. You're not that big soo.." said Dean. Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, "Yeah I get it." she said with a smile. "Mkay, cool." said Dean as he grabbed his stuff to go to sleep in his room. "Good night." yelled Dean, "Whatever." replied Sasha.
Sasha made herself comfortable, and dressed in her Pajamas. Sasha layed down and cruled herself up into a ball to at least try and stay warm. After a few minutes Dean ran down stairs "I forgot to give you your..." he stopped to see Sasha asleep on the couch, he smiled. He walked over and put the blanket on top of her and sat down. "I wonder why you hate me. You don't seem like that type of girl to just hate a guy for no reason. Is it these brusies? Do they have to have a story behind them? If you were awake then your probably tell me something smart so...i'll leave you alone." Dean said as he got up and walked off.
Sasha wasn't asleep. Sasha was wide awake, she heard everything Dean said. Sasha opened one eye as she saw Dean walking up the stairs, "By the way, you suck at fake sleeping." said Dean as he stopped at the very top of the stairs. "I just woke up thanks to you, dumbass."
Dean smiled and went back down the stairs. "Can I sit here?" he asked as he was standing in front of Sasha. Sasha thought about it for a minute, "Yeah, sure." she said as she scooted over. "So." said Dean, "By the way, today was not a date." said Sasha as she pointed at him. "Oh, god no." he said as he was looking down ar her. Sasha looked away with a smile.
Sasha was quitely playing with her hands. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked Dean, "Go for it." said Dean, "Do you hate me?" she asked looking down, Dean was shook by the question but he thought about it. "Not...as much as I used to." he said, "Used to?" asked Sasha furiously. "Yeah, I mean. Let's be honest... you're a bitch." he said letting out a smile. "And your a dumbass." said Sasha as she rested her cheek on her hand with a smile. "Hey." Sasha said softly getting his attention.
When Dean turned around it was like he was being played in slow motion. His eyes were sparkling gray, his fluffy brown hair and his pretty pale skin. "What?" Dean asked curiously. "Oh huh, what?" asked Sasha as she snapped back into reality.
Dean all of the sudden had a plan. "Sashs it's obvious we don't hate each other that much anymore." said Dean, Sasha nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, true." she said. "Maybe... we can say something nice about each other for once." said Dean as he hoped the plan would work. "Okay?" Sasha said as she questioned herself. "I'll start." said Dean, "You're smile is the most beautiful thing in the entire world." said Dean as he was looking down at her.
Sasha was speechless, he was just so straight forward. She let out a tiny smile, and lightly pushed him. "Okay, you go." said Dean as he smiled. "Uhmmm." Sasha questioned. "You eyes are the most prettiest color ever." said Sasha as she was lost in them. Dean smiled as he was looking down at her. "Same to you." he said as he was lost in hers.
Sasha and Dean spent the next minute looking at each other they have gained just alittle bit of trust for anothe. She looked at her hand and their was a bruise. Dean looked at her hand, "So what happened?" asked Dean. Sasha was startled by the question, "What do you mean?" she said as she hid her hand under the blanket. Dean it and grabbed her arm. "That." he said pointing at the bruise. "Oh, that?" Sasha asked, "Pfft, there's no story behind these. They're just from training." she said as she was looking at it.
Dean knew she was lying, sure he didn't like Sasha. But he was around her long enough to know when she was lying or not. "Okay." he said as he was getting up, "I'm gonna go to sleep." said Dean as he was walking to the stairs. "Yeah me too." said Sasha as she put the covers back on her.
Dean got one last look at Sasha before he went all the way up the stairs. He was worried for Sasha, he was gonna do his best for her to tell the truth on why she really has those bruises.