The soft clicking of computer keys was the only sound in the room as Dean sat in front of the computer desk Clara set up for him in the spare bedroom. If you asked him two weeks ago where he would be never in his wildest dreams would have thought it would be here. In a sort of relationship with a beautiful woman and looking for a job. Dean probably would have called you crazy just for suggesting it. Yet, here he was. Trying to figure out how to find a job when the only work that he had done all his life had been one that you cannot put on a resume. It had to be low key, nothing with the government since he was technically legally dead, but still on the FBI list. The sun was streaming through the window in his eyes by the time he finished the 'resume', which was rather empty. He was about to start looking for jobs when a loud scream filled the apartment, followed by Clara's panicked voice.
Instinctively he grabbed for the gun tucked in the waistband of his sweatpants and rushed to the room, making as little noise as possible. Quickly rushing into the room with his gun drawn, only to see Clara struggling with something in her sleep. Begging as she thrashed in the bed. He put his gun back in his pants and knelt on the bed next to Clara. "Hey, babe it's okay. Your dreaming." Dean started but was cut off when her hand shot to his face and made deep scratches across the skin. "Son of a bitch." He muttered, taking her hands and pinning them to the bed. "Clara, wake up!" Dean said loudly causing her to gasp loudly and open those beautiful eyes. It took a while before that almost feral look in her eyes faded and the ragged breathing slowed. When it did Dean slowly let go of Clara's arms and smiled at her. "You okay." He asked, smoothing a piece of hair off Clara's forehead before moving to lay next to her on the bed, just waiting for the woman to take her time adjusting.
There was silence for a moment as Dean wrapped an arm around Clara, letting her calm down and curl up into his chest. "I thought the nightmares had stopped, guess I was wrong." She said, her head buried into Dean's chest, the feeling of the familiar damp feeling from tears seeping through his shirt. "I'm sorry, some support I am when I can't even keep my dreams under control," Clara said as she sighed and looked up at Dean, her eyes widening as they moving to his cheek. "Shit, was that me wasn't it? I'm so sorry... I...I didn't mean to..." She started, but Dean cut her off when he pressed a finger against those rosy lips.
"Hey, don't worry about my face. I've had so much worse." Dean said, trying to reassure Clara as he rubbed her back softly. "Also, I may add. We are both very messed up, but we are messed up together and that is what matters." He explained, giving Clara a small smiled as she watched him. Her gaze making him a little self-conscious with its intensity. "You know, I'm not going to change channels if you look at me hard enough." Dean said as he trailed his hand down to the small of her back and lightly stroked the skin. Trying to take her attention off of him for a while.
Clara laughed that beautiful laugh, it was like music to his ears. Music that he craved to hear more of. "I guess we can be messed up together then." She said, reaching over and touching his face, lightly scratching at the midnight shadow on the cheek that was not injured. It was a simple touch, but it was one that had become such a comfort to him over the weeks with Clara. Something he had not had in a very long time. "Since I have today off, I say we should get out of the house." Clara said a smile on her face. Putting on that happy face she always had, putting up those walls that he knew all too well about.
So Dean just smiled and pulled Clara close, letting her pretend to be happy for that moment. "What do you want to do?" Dean asked as he continued to watch Clara. Getting lost in the blue depths of those eyes, looking at all the colours and flecks floating around as they looked deep into his own. Just getting lost for a moment before he spoke again. "I vote to go have sex in the library again." Dean suggested, breaking the eye contact that they had and moving his gaze down to her chest. Smirking when he looked back up at Clara and saw that she was shaking her head at him. He just watched Clara as his hand drifted down to her ass, lightly digging those strong fingers into the soft flesh, pressing their bodies flush together. Earning a gasp from her as she bit that plump lip, making him just want to take it in his teeth and pull on it. Clara stopped him with a hand on his chest, which she had never done before. Whatever was in that nightmare must have hit her hard to have her stop foreplay like this. Before he could ask Clara about the strange behaviour too much she spoke up.
"Dean, I have to say something. It might be a bad idea but I just need to say it." Clara said, causing Dean to pull away a little. To say he was curious about what she had to say would be an understatement. Sure they spoke, but she never looked this nervous about a conversation. "It has been two weeks, but I care about you, a lot; and it scares me. The last person that I cared this much about died in front of me." She explained, her eyes locked with his the entire time. The shine of unshed tears showing clearly in the dim lighting of the bedroom. "You don't have to feel the same way, I wouldn't expect that. It's just... I wanted you to know that you have given me hope again." Clara added, her hand moving away from Dean's chest to his hair. Giving him this look that he had never been given, one of pure love and care, just raw unshielded emotion.
One of Dean's hands moved from her back to the back of her head, pulling their lips together in a soft and sweet kiss. Showing her in his own way how much he cared about her, the fear of his own of losing the one ray of sunshine in the darkness. When he pulled away from those soft lips his eyes opened and met Clara's again. "You know when I said that we are both messed up together, it meant that I am in this with you too right?" Dean asked as more of a statement, smiling at Clara as she shook her head and chuckled a little. It was not much to answer a completely opening of someone's heart to you. He just did not know how to explain the feeling inside him for her. How she could make him smile even on the worse days, the way that smile of her's makes his heart flutter. Everything.
They never talked about what their relationship actually was, but they were there for each other, and right now she was what Dean needed. To be honest, he was probably just as scared of losing her as she was him. How was he supposed to explain that to her, though? Dean just looked into her eyes and saw the smile on her face fading as she looked away from him. Knowing that he had to at least try to tell her her feelings were not one sided. "Look, I'm not exactly good with sharing my feelings, but I care about you too. More than I probably should. You took me in when I was at rock bottom and gave me a reason to wake up in the morning. Even though you won't let me drink." He explained, moving Clara's head so she was looking him in the eyes again. "I'm just as scared as you are if not more of losing you." Dean added, taking his thumb and wiping the tear streaking down her face away.
"Do you want to go out for breakfast?" Clara asked, taking Dean by surprise a little from the sudden change in the topic. Considering the topic that it was changed from it seemed rather random. Not to mention they have gone out to eat several times before, he was not really sure why she was asking now about it. Almost as if Clara read his mind she spoke again. "Like an actual date. We can laugh, forget about how damaged we are for a while. It can be our first real date." She explained, to him, a grin spreading across her face. Dean just watched Clara for a moment and thought about the fact that they had never actually been on a real date before. There was something about the thought of going on a real date that made his stomach flutter with butterflies. A feeling that Dean had not had about a girl for a very long time.
Dean quickly found himself grinning as he pulled Clara's face close and kissed her again. "I would love to go on a date with you babe." He answered, chuckling a little as she rubbed their noses together. One of his hands moving to those tangled blonde locks of hair, just playing with the strands. "I do have to say though that we kind of took things backwards in this relationship." Dean added getting a chuckle from Clara as she pulled away and put that hand back on his chest, rubbing soft circles on the skin. Everything seeming to just slow down at that moment and a calm fall over the room. Clara now completely relaxed in his arms, making a soft noise similar to a purr when he scratched at her scalp. Just enjoying the fact that he was the reason someone was so calm for the moment.
"Just wait till you see what we are doing after breakfast." Clara said, catching Dean's interest almost instantly. There was already so much that he was doing right now that was outside of his comfort zone that doing even more obviously was a source of unease. It could literally be anything with Clara, she tended to just act on the most bazaar impulses. Even talking him into having dinner on the roof the other night so they could see the stars. While it might be unsettling going so far out of his comfort zone, the fact that she pushed him to do it was one of the things that he valued the most about her. She kept him on his toes just trying to keep up. "Get dressed we need to get going to make sure we have daylight." Clara said, snapping him out of his thoughts as she got up off the bed.
His eyes following her as she moved to the closet, wearing nothing but one of his flannel's. It looked better on her than it ever did on him, as always. The way it hung over her body, hiding very little with the front open. Knowing that it was his shirt she was wearing that he was the reason for her lack of clothing. It was enough to have him wanting to pounce on Clara right then and there, yet alone that swinging her hips were doing while she slipped the shirt off slowly. Dean got off of the bed and wrapped his arms around Clara's waist from behind, pressing against her. "You putting on a show for me?" He asked his mouth next to her ear. Smirking when he felt her lean against him. "You want to know what your shows do to me?" Dean asked again, moving a hand down between her legs. Slowly slipping his fingers inside her folds. Frowning when she turned around and pulled his hand up to hers.
That is when it hit him how shaken she must be right now if she is willing going to deny herself sex. Suddenly Clara practically pounced on him, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. A soft groan leaving his lips as he felt her hand squeezing him through the sweat pants. Before he could react she had pulled away and was walking towards the closet. "Let's see how our date goes first." Clara said as she laughed and turned her back to Dean, who was standing there trying to figure out what just happened. The last thing that he wanted to do was wait till after they ate, especially with his issue going on in the sweatpants. He watched as she bent down and gave him a perfect view of her ass.
"I think there is something else I want to eat right now." Dean said his voice low and husky as he walked up to Clara and pressed her flush against the wall, grinding against into that firm ass. "You going to turn down me eating you out right now? I think you deserve that after all you went through this morning." He said, trying his best to convince her, eager to see her panting with that arched back. Hear those cries as she peaked, taste every part of her. "Let me show you how good you make me feel." Dean said as he spun her around only to have her smirk and give him a look. "Fine, but I'm going to make you scream when I get my hands on you." He threatened as more of a promise and let her go and get dressed. Going to the bathroom to take a very cold shower.