Sleepless Night Part 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Sleepless Night pt 2
Author: black_ladybug/sweetxpoison666
Pairing: Dean/OC
Rating: T
Warnings: none really
Disclaimer: I own nothing :(
Feedback: would be lovely
This is a sequal (of sorts) to He'll be Gone in the Morning
Getting out of the lift he walked down the small hallway and stood in front of the apartment door. He took a deep breath and knocked. He heard Emma shuffling to the door. He felt bad for waking her, but he needed to see that she was alright.
She opened the door wearing a black tank top and grey shorts; she smiled at him, letting him inside. He walked in and shut the door behind him. Before she could get more than a few steps from him he pulled her close to him and held her. This was strange to her. “Are you alright?” She asked, wrapping her arms around him.
He pulled away from her and stared down into her large brown eyes. “I’m fine. I just needed to see you.”
She nodded slowly and headed toward the kitchen. She stood at the stove and put a kettle of water on. “So why’d you need to see me?” She asked, taking a mug out of the cabinet and placing a tea bag in it. She turned to look at dean as he fidgeted a little.
“I’m not sure how to explain it really.”
“You need laid that bad?” She asked, half joking and tried to fake a small laugh.
Sighing deeply he took her left hand. “No. It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what?” She asked, trying to read his emotions.
“I’ve been having this nightmare about you recently and I had to make sure you’re okay.”
She smiled sadly and placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m fine. If I was in trouble I’d let you know.” She turned back to the stove, “Besides, I think I can take care of myself.” She could see the fear in his eyes. This was something new. Maybe he did care for her.
Wrapping his arms around her waist he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her hands as she made her cup of tea. “I know you can. I just. I worry.”
“Wow. A moment of honesty from the great Dean Winchester. I’m amazed.” She teased, turning around in his arms.
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m always honest with you.” He told her, leaning in to kiss her soft pink lips gently. He pulled away and hugged her close again; breathing in the cent of her vanilla shampoo.
Pulling out of his arms and fighting off the tears that always came with his visits she tried to put on a happy face. “So anyway, I thought Sam had the visions?” She gave him a slightly puzzled look and made her way to the living room.
Following her he shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the back of a dining room chair, “It wasn’t a vision. Just a bad dream.”
“So bad you had to come see me at” She glanced at the clock on the coffee table, “four in the morning.” Sitting on the couch she curled her legs under her and sipped her tea.
“Yeah.” He nodded and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Looking into his intense green eyes she realized he did care. Tonight wasn’t about sex; It was about her. She set her tea aside and lay her head on his shoulder. “Thanks.” She whispered, taking his hand in hers.
Kissing the top of her head he wrapped his arms tighter around her. For the first time in two weeks Dean slept peacefully.