Wouldn't You Like To Know

Chapter 4 – Stay

About an hour and a half later Belle stared out of the windshield of the Winchester's Impala with an unreadable expression on her face. Dean wanted to know what she was thinking to see if he could help her understand.

"Belle, listen, I know this is a lot of information to take in at once. I mean, no one really takes it very well when they find out that the monster under the bed was more than likely real. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask. I just want you to understand that we do this to save people, not to do any harm." Dean was just trying to get her to talk she had taken their story quietly, but he wondered if she thought they were crazy, most people did, at first.

"How did you start doing this?" Belle asked in a small voice, turning her head to look at Dean.

"You could say it's the family business." Dean chuckled softly at what he said.

"Yeah, we grew up doing this." Sam added.

"So, you two never really got to be kids? I mean, did you ever believe in the good stuff? Like the Easter bunny or Santa?" Belle asked.

"I did, but only for a little while, until I was three, but I don't remember much. Sammy never did though, our mother died when he was six months old. That's when dad started hunting and in a way, so did we." Dean was trying so hard to make her feel comfortable, Sam was really surprised.

"Can I go home?"

"You and I can take your car. I would say that you could go alone if I wasn't so worried about your safety." Belle nodded slowly at Dean's request and all three of them got out of the Impala. Sam moved to the driver's seat. "When we get to the house leave us in there for a while. I'm sorry, Sam, but I think that I can make her feel better about this."

Sam smiled, "Funny thing is Dean, I think you can, too."

Dean walked over to Belle and her car. "Can you drive, Dean? I don't think it's the best thing for me to do right now." Dean nodded and Belle dropped the keys in his hand. The drive to her house was long and quiet. Sam beat them there and was sitting in the Impala already immersed in research, trying to figure out what they were going after. Belle and Dean quietly walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed and sighed. Dean sat next to her and placed his hand on hers which she quickly moved away.

"Belle, don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. I'm still the same person you met this morning, you just know more about me now" Dean's eyes were full of hurt and worry for her.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I've just had some bad days lately, heck it's been a bad freakin' two years." She stood up and looked at him.

"Your parent's died a year ago, what was bad about the year before that?" Belle could tell that he was genuinely concerned about her and that made her relax a little more in his presence.

"People think that I stopped dating after my parents died because of the grief, but there's more to it than that. I've had a bad time finding good guys."

"What kind of the bad guys did you find, Belle?"

"The kind that make you think that they love you and make you love them…..but then…" her eyes were filled with tears, her voice cracked, she sat back down next to Dean and one single tear escaped from her eye and landed on her cheek.

Dean softly swept the tear away with his thumb and cradled her cheek in his hand. "Then what, Belle?"

"He hits you for talking back to him, then apologizes, buys you flowers, but he does it again when you won't give it up to him and he just does it over and over."

"Belle, what did you do?" Dean was ready to find out who hit this wonderful girl and give the guy a taste of his own medicine. If the idiot didn't come out alive, that didn't matter.

"I finally got the nerve to break up with him then…he………he"

Dean brushed away a few more tears "What did he do to you?"

"He nearly killed her. She was in intensive care for a week." A new voice spat. Dean turned to the door to see who he assumed was Jake, her little brother. "and he left her something to remember him by, something she can't forget or lose."

Dean couldn't believe it, Belle was such a strong person. "What did he leave you?"

"A scar" Belle stood again and pulled down the top of her jeans. Dean could see a red line that ran from her hip to where the button on her jeans began. "Most bikini's cover it, so no one can see it. He made sure it was somewhere where guys could see it when I had sex. So the guy would think of him while being with me." Dean really wanted to kill this guy, but also thought about how stupid the dude was. Dean knew if he ever had the honor of making love to Belle, the thought would never cross his mind. He made a mental note to tell her that when her brother couldn't hear.

"I tried to kill him and I would have if the police hadn't gotten him first!" her brother said.

"A man after my own heart. Hi, I'm Dean Winchester." Dean stood and held out his hand.

"Jake Alexander" the boy said, shaking Dean's hand.

"Belle told me you played football. I'll be coming to the game tonight, can't wait to whoa!" When Belle heard that Dean was coming to the game she gave him a huge hug.

"You should go, little brother, warm-ups start in like twenty minutes."

"She's right. Well it was nice to meet you, Dean." Jake said while walking towards to door and shutting it behind him.

Belle was still holding on to Dean tightly. Her arms were around him, but under his jacket so she would be warmer. She was so close to him that the open flaps of his jacket almost completely hid her. Dean wrapped his arms around her, loving the feeling of her being so close to him. He felt her raise up on her toes and he bent his head down, knowing what she wanted and they kissed. Dean broke the kiss and Belle sighed contently and rested her head on his chest. "I'm guessing that you're not afraid of me anymore?" Dean asked with a smile.

"I was never afraid of you. I was just scared for like five seconds that you were going to be like him and I just didn't want to relive the past. I can't believe that I ever thought you could raise a hand to me."

"How do you know that I won't? I mean, I never will as long as you're around, but how did you know?" Dean questioned.

Belle replied simply, "The way you kiss me." After that Dean held her tight and kissed the top of her head.

"Dean?"

"Yeah"

"I'm tired."

He smiled. He let go of her, picked her up bride style, and laid her on the bed. When he tried to raise back up from laying her down she didn't let go of him. "Stay" was all she said and 'Stay' was all he needed. He laid back with his head propped up on a pillow because he wasn't sleepy. She laid her head on his chest and he pulled her close and made sure she was comfortable before she fell asleep.

Dean stroked her hair while she was asleep and was thankful that she didn't snore. He watched her sleep and wondered how someone could look so much like an angel. As he laid there with her he wondered if this is what it felt like. If this was how Sam had felt with Jess before she died. Dean carefully reached in his pocket for his cell phone and called Sam to tell him it was okay to come up and that Belle understood. When they hung up Dean checked the time; it was around 4:15.

Sam opened the door and saw Belle. "Oh man, Dean, what did you do to her?"

"Sammy, cool the engine. She just fell asleep, I didn't do anything. Except find out that she hasn't had a boyfriend since her last ex put her in the hospital. Did you find anything?"

"Nope, I have no idea what we're up against. I just have a feeling that she needs to stay with us."

"Me too"

For the next hour and a half Dean watched Sam do research on Belle's computer. "Sammy, what time is it?"

"Fifteen 'til six."

Dean didn't want to wake Belle, but he knew that she needed to get ready for the game. He had gotten used to the rhythm of her breathing and had adjusted his own to match. Dean knew how he wanted to wake her up, but he didn't want to do that with his little brother there.

Sam sensed Dean's want to be alone with Belle so he stood up from the computer "I'm going to go grab some burgers really quick. I'll be right back." Dean nodded and appreciated his bother's understanding nature. Dean listened to make sure Sam had left before he leaned down and kissed Belle to wake her up. First her instinct kicked in and she kissed him back while she was still asleep.

Dean pulled back from the kiss "Belle?" he coaxed her awake, but before she opened her eyes he kissed her again. Now that she was awake she could fully appreciate the situation and she returned the kiss, which was quickly becoming more and more passionate. Belle turned so she was on her back and Dean followed her lead by supporting himself over her with his muscular arms. He moved the kiss down to her neck and followed the line of her low-cut shirt to the top of her breasts.

Every single kiss he laid on her skin hit a different pleasure nerve and every touch was like heaven, but they had just met and things were going awfully fast for her. She spoke softly "Dean" he looked up from where he had been kissing her neck "This is too fast for me, I'm sorry. Don't be angry."

"Belle, why on earth would I be angry with you?"

"I don't know, he was, you know, because I didn't sleep with him."

"Belle, don't ever just settle to have sex with me simply for my benefit. If you and I ever make love, I would want you to enjoy it as much as I would."

"Dean, take no offense but I don't think I could ever be with you that way."

He was hurt, but he wanted to know why. "Belle, I would never force you, but, honestly, I would love to be that close to you. I just want to know why there is no possibility we could be together that way."

"I was never planning on telling the story of that scar to anyone I cared about. That way he wouldn't think about it when we had sex. If we were ever together wouldn't you not want to finish once you saw it, because of him?" Dean smiled and she wondered why.

"Belle I could care less about that jerk, you would be the only thing that would enter my mind, he would have no control over me showing my love for you. You are so much more than the scars on your skin, Belle. And, Belle, I just want you to know anything that I do to you, kiss you, touch you, is to make you feel good. Whenever it stops feeling good or if it ever makes you uncomfortable, please tell me I'll quit immediately. I have no intention of hurting you, just caring for you, please give me a chance to do that." She looked in his eyes and knew he meant every word.

"You really are different aren't you? I'm sorry, I'm just not used to that. You can kiss me on the neck, even a little lower would be fine, but can you wait for my boobs just a teeny bit longer?"

"You set the limits, don't worry I'll go at your pace. Please remember when we're together I might try stuff, just to see if you're ready. If you aren't ready for the stuff I do just say something, and I'll wait longer for that." He smiled at her and she smiled back. Dean leaned down and kissed her, but pulled away "you need to get changed Sam'll be here with food any minute." He got off the bed first and helped her up, but before letting her go change he held her close for a second. He let go of her and he watched her grab her cheer uniform and head into her bathroom, before she closed the door he called "When I was kissing you, Belle, nothing else ever crossed my mind, only you." She blushed at his comment, but smiled and then closed the bathroom door.