Sorry guys! It took forever to write this chapter, I've been having a bit of writers block. But I tried to make it longer-ish for y'all. Enjoy!
Note: I don't own any characters except Ashley.
Dean slept peacefully for an hour. I felt his chest rise and fall against my side as I drifted lightly in and out of sleep. Sam had decided to take a nap as well, and had passed out on the bed. Dean groaned and lifted his head up. "Hey," I said softly as he looked up at me. "Hey," he smiled and dropped his head back on my shoulder. "You sleep good?"
"Mmhmm," he nuzzled into my shoulder, "thanks, Ashley." I took his hand and interlocked our fingers together, "you needed it." He shifted his hips slightly away from my side. I looked down at the bulge in his jeans and chuckled. "What?" He asked looking up at me. I smiled, "nothing."
"What?" I shook my head and bit my lip. He swung his leg over my waist and sat on his knees as he put both of his hands on the couch by my head. "C'mon," he trailed his nose up my neck and jawline, "tell me."
"Have a good dream?"
"Why would you think that?" He smiled and pressed his lips against mine. I slid my hand up his thigh, "I don't know, just a feeling." He moaned and bucked his hips. "So it was a good dream?" I chuckled. He dropped back down and pulled me into his side, "you could say that."
"You gonna tell me what happened?"
"Mmmm," he pressed his lips to the base of my neck, "I'd rather just show you."
"Was I in it, then?" He pulled back to look down at me, "of course you were. Why wouldn't you be?" I shrugged and dropped my head on his chest. "Hey," he said softly as he wrapped his arms around me, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"C'mon, something's bothering you. Tell me." I sighed, "why me?"
"What?"
"I mean, it's not exactly a secret that you just hook up with chicks and then leave the next morning. Hell, it's a miracle if you even remember their name. So why me? Why are you dreaming about me and sleeping with me in your arms? What makes me different?" I looked up and his eyes locked with mine. His emerald eyes were filled with confusion and hurt and worry. "You don't like me?" His voice was barely audible. I felt my heart break as hurt swept across his face like a wildfire. I crushed my lips to his, holding his face in my hands. "Dean, of course I like you. I just.. don't understand what makes me different."
"I think it's because..." he hesitated and looked at me, "Ashley, I think I love you." I started at him for what felt like years. Dean Winchester just said he loves me. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. What the hell, why was I crying? "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I laughed lightly and looked at him through blurry eyes, "nothing's wrong, I'm just happy."
"Why?" I wiped the tears out of my eyes, "because I love you, too." He smiled and pulled me into his chest. "Is that a good enough reason for you to be different to me?" He whispered in my ear. I hugged him tightly, "it's more than good." My stomach growled loudly, demanding to be fed. "I thought Sam got food"
"He did"
"Well, did you eat?" I shook my head.
"Why not?"
"You were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up," he opened his mouth to argue, but I beat him to it. "And besides, a promise is a promise." His eyes turned soft and he pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you," he murmured. My heart leapt with joy, "I love you, too." My stomach snarled again. "Maybe you should eat," he said as his own stomach growled. "I could say the same thing," I chuckled, "well the food Sam got is like an hour old." He wrinkled his nose. "We could have eaten it if someone didn't decide to become sleeping beauty."
"Aw come on, I thought you wanted me to sleep." I ran my hand through his hair, "believe me, I'm glad you slept." He pulled me into his chest and I tucked my head under his chin. "Me too," he mumbled into my hair, "thanks, Ashley." I remembered his nightmare and sighed. "I'm sorry, Dean," I said as I buried my face in his chest. "For what?"
"Your nightmare." I felt him freeze and looked up to see fear flash through his eyes. "Hey," I said softly as I put my hand on the side of his face, "look, I'm here. I'm fine." His eyes locked with mine and he let out a shaky breathe. He closed his eyes and leaned into my hand. I stared at him worriedly until he opened his eyes. "I'm fi-," I interrupted him by crashing my lips against his. "No, you're not."
"No, I'm not," he sighed and looked away. I brushed my thumb across his cheek and his eyes flickered back to mine. "You ok?"
"No," his eyes were overcome with sadness. "You wanna talk about it?" I asked, desperate to make him feel better. He shook his head, "it was horrible."
"What can I do?" I asked as searched his green eyes. He lowered his face into my neck and clung helplessly to me. "Dean," my voice was thick, "I'm so sorry." I shut my eyes as tears spilled out and ran down my cheek. I felt him lean back to look at me but I kept my eyes squeezed shut. "Ashley," he pleaded, "please don't cry." I opened my eyes and couldn't stop my lip from quivering. He kissed the side of my mouth and pressed his cheek against mine. "Dean, I'm sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry, it's not your fault."
"Yes it is," I closed my eyes as fresh tears seeped out. "Ashley," he coaxed, "look at me." I opened my eyes and blinked away tears. "It's not your fault. Please don't cry." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest and tried to stop the tears streaking across my cheeks. He rubbed my back and I took deep breathes. "Shhhh, Ashley. It's not your fault, it's ok," he soothed. I concentrated on breathing in and out and calmed down. I closed my eyes and felt Dean massage the muscles in my back with his palms. "How much do I suck at this?" He chuckled. "No, it feels good," I mumbled as he worked his way up to my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him. He cradled the side of my face in his hand and brushed his lips over mine. I nibbled at his lip and he opened his mouth, sliding his tongue in. I moved my tongue with his and he ran his hands up and down my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to sit up. I sat in his lap with my legs on the side of his hips. He broke away and pressed his lips against the base of my neck. "I love you," he murmured. I smiled, "I know." His stomach growled again, "lets go eat." I nodded, "you ever been to In-N-Out?" He shook his head. "That's where we're going."