Her, To Home

She slowly opened her eyes and then blinked them a few times. She could smell him, his blue shirt was right in front of her carrying a clean, soupy scent. Her hair was being creased softly and it almost felt like wind. She moved her neck and looked up at him. He was already looking at her. With those dark, narrowed eyes he was staring at her. It seemed like he had been awake for quite a while now.

“Are you really awake this time?” He slowly smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Hmmm?” She mumbled, not wanted to talk but simply blinked her eyes at him.

His silent laugh vibrated her mind to putty as he said, “You woke up twice before. Stared at me and fell back to sleep.”

Huh? She didn’t really remember anything.

“What time will you be meeting June?” He asked watching her dazed look. His eyes danced in joy at her obvious staring.

“At noon. She will text me.” Sara replied and rubbed her face into his chest. She felt Dean hug her closer to his chest and kiss her hair.

“What time would you be back?”

“Why do you care? Aren’t you meeting your high school classmates?”

Dean pushed her from her chest and looked at her with raised eyebrow.

“What got you so grumpy about me meeting my friends?”

She bit her lip and looked away. When Dean told her, he was meeting his old classmates she didn’t really think about it but then she remembered that this meeting would probably have girls. Girls Dean had probably messed around with and that just left a wrong feeling inside her. She didn’t really care about what he had done but somehow it still made her very uncomfortable. She didn’t want to show Dean that she was being a jealous moron but she couldn’t help the bitterness in her voice.

“Will there be girls there?” She kicked her pride and demanded, suddenly feeling very awake. Who cares if he makes fun of her, she wanted to know if there were some clingy brats coming to touch her man?Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

When Dean didn’t answer instantly she turned her eyes towards him and glared hard. Dean had a sheepish smile on his face and he was clearly avoiding to look at her. She put her hand on his thigh and pinched hard making him groan out in pain.

“I am asking you something!”

Dean slowly looked at her and cheekily replied, “Of course babe, there will be girls there.”

Was that something to be cheeky about? Sara didn’t think so!

“Oh, and how many of these girls have you messed around with?” She demanded. She didn’t want to know how much of a brat she sounded like because she already felt lame enough to demand such ridiculous answers from him but she wasn’t the type to hide things easily.

Dean suddenly looked confused and then he laughed, loudly. Pulling her to lay over him he looked at her with such joyous eyes that she wanted to nail them out of that stupidly adorable face. He cupped her face and answered, “I have never messed around with anyone from our high school. There were only couple of girls and none of them were even from this town.”

She raised herself up in shock and stared at him with an open mouth. Did he think she was stupid? She had clearly heard seniors flaunt about how they had slept with him. Why is he lying but then she paused her thoughts? Dean didn’t actually had any reason to lie to her and its not it mattered who he messed around with so why would he deny it? Did that mean it was all a lie?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dean asked, tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Is that true? I had clearly heard many seniors menti——”

“Most such rumors about me where simply rumors. I never messed around with more than three girls, I can assure you that and that was also just for a month. After that I never touched anyone other than you. Why are we talking about my such colorful past at 10 in the morning again?” Dean was clearly very uncomfortable with the topic and he had actual nerve to look a little embarrassed as well. Sara narrowed her eyes at him and raise up so she was straddling his hips. Crossing her arms over chest she stared at him silently.

“Babe, are you seducing me?” Dean hand crawled to her hips and was just about to slide under her shirt when she smacked him directly on the nose. Did it seem like she would seduce him after talking about his history? Was he trying to piss her off?

“So, everything was a lie?”

“Sweetheart, teenagers parties usually end up with everyone being too hammered to remember anything. I never spent a night out enough to even wait for them to be hammered, why would I fool around with them? Now, can we stop talking about it?” Dean asked and once again tried to grab her hips. She simply pinched his thigh once again and ignored him as she carried on thinking.

“Baby, either let me touch you or get off. I am begging you.” She heard him say but she simply ignored him as she collected her thoughts. That wasn’t so bad. It also meant that June had believed those rumors and hold a grudge against Dean due to them, she could simply clear her misunderstanding. She didn’t doubt Dean because as much as a pervert, clingy puppy he was, he wasn’t a liar. He had never lied to her so she didn’t have any reason to not believe him.

Suddenly she was thrown on the bed as Dean straddled her and leaned down to demand, “Are you testing my patient, O’Brian?”

Before she could bite his head off, she was kissed. As if something snapped inside her, she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist as she kissed him back. Considering that he kissed her a lot, she has gained a bit of experience as well especially when it concerned how to twist Dean’s switches. She had always refused to back down easily, especially when it came to Dean. She never really needed confident when it came to their relationship or Dean’s feelings for her. How much he loved her, she was aware more than even he himself was so of course she was going to all out as well.

Trailed her hands under his shirt, she touched his chest, stomach and then went to his back, nailing him softly. Dean had frozen above her and actually pushed himself away as if he was electrified. Seeing his horror filled look, she pushed him away further and jumped off from the bed. Though her pulse was out of control, she had better control of her body. This was where her inexperience actually helped her so she threw him a kiss and danced to the bathroom, locking the door behind to take a shower.

When she came out, Dean wasn’t in the room. Knowing he was probably preparing breakfast, she changed into some jeans and sweatshirt. She was just hanging out with June; it wasn’t like she needed to dress up. Putting on sunscreen and some lip tint, she made her way downstairs.

She immediately noticed that Dean was in a bad mood. He was glaring at the toaster like it had killed someone dear to him. She slowly made her way towards him and touched his face. As her angry eyes met hers, she was pulled into a hug.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asked softly while rubbing his back.

“My father called; he wants to see me.” Dean spit out and Sara instantly hugged him tighter. Her eyes raging fire as she also started glaring at nothing.

“Why?” She demanded.

“I don’t know. His sectary called to tell me he wants to see me.”

Sara wanted to punch that bastard. The least he could do was called Dean himself. She leaned back and cupped his face, assuring him with her eyes as she told him, “You should go and just end it once and for all, Dean. Just face him, talk, scream, shout if you want to and then come back home.”

Dean blinked his dark eyes and then kissed her head, his lips lingering on her skin as he slowly nodded his head.

She didn’t want to offer to go with him. It wasn’t her fight and Dean needed to face his father himself and alone. Her mother was a different case, she didn’t want to let his father see Dean as someone weak because he wasn’t. She couldn’t even image being thrown away by her parents due to some rumors, she didn’t know what he felt except that he was hurt, still was so she wanted him to end it all.

Dean mood was better as he hand fed her the breakfast. He didn’t try to force a smile but after making sure she was fed; he kissed her hard on the mouth and left for his place after she assured him, she will keep in touch with him.