Part 15
Dean was letting a pan fill with oil from an abused car when he felt the hands slip around his waist. He should have heard her walking up but he was tired and focused on getting as many of these lube jobs out of the way as possible. When he turned in her arms, her hands shot to his face. "Dean, what's wrong? You look awful."
He'd meant the kiss to be a thank you but once he'd started, he couldn't stop until she pulled away first. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder. Dean held on tight. Twelve, his heart beat out against hers. "I get off in an hour."
"Okay. I'm gonna go do some shopping… I'll swing around and pick you up," she murmured into his neck.
"Sam's in town. He gave me a ride… I'll tell him not to pick me up."
"Okay."
Dean watched her go and he was able to do everything he needed to do with singular focus. He got the cars done. He got paid and he got a soda while he waited for Carmen to pick him up. The ride was silent, even though they shared his soda. Dean helped her wash vegetables and put things together for dinner. When all they had to do was wait for timers and boiling, she turned to him. "You look better than you did earlier… I hate to think it was me that had you looking so bad."
"I've had a lot of close calls and this last one… was too close, even though it took me a while to realize it. I don't want to waste any more time."
"Then don't."
TBC