Her, To Home

Chapter#02

What was he expecting? A welcome kiss? Hell no, not even close. A warm hug? Far from it. Even a handshake was taking it to far. So, he had decided he will just try talking to her, take it slow. Apologize, give her something to soften her up. Just take it nice and slow till she actually listens to him. Keep his distance till she is actually comfortable with him again.

Yeah.....that went down the flush the second he laid eyes on her. It was a job well done.

But by God, he couldn't help it. He didn't know how he managed to not run to her when he saw her standing in front of her locker, her short dirty blonde hair in a pony, her cheeks flushed from cold, lips in a frown. But her eyes, they were not as he had once seen. They had a certain blankness in them, a cover like she was hiding behind. She had changed, hell she had changed but yet she was just the same, she was his Sara O'Brian.

The second her eyes had met his, he forgot the whole taking slow plan, it went down the drain when her amber eyes met his black ones. His heart betrayed him then and there. He didn't know how he was walking; his brain had shut down, any other thought went out of the window and all he could see, think and feel was her.

So, he did the most obvious and the stupidest thing he have ever done, he kissed her.

The air left his lungs.

The second he touched her; he was on fire. He forgot his own name. Everything was suddenly surrounded by her smell, he was surrounded by her smell, chocolate and not just plain milk one but the dark one, the bitter sweet one, the one he hated unless it was her. She stilled smelled like dark chocolate and now he knew, she tasted like it as well and it was addicting. The smell of her brought the comfort of home. He was home, finally.

Years of waiting, keeping himself in check and he lost it just like that but he couldn't blame anyone. It has been very long and hard two years of not been able to touch her. The shadows he watched from were never enough. The black windowed cars were a gold cage to him because even if he could see her, he could never touch or even come close to breathing the same air as her. So, yes. The kiss had meant to do all this, set him on fire, leave him breathless, stop his heart, just like it was supposed to, just like he knew it would.

It took everything in him to pull away, he knew, he could swear that it was the hardest thing he had ever did and traced his hand on her face, a gesture he remembered as much as he did his own name, finally putting his hand on her throat, feeling the racing of her pulse. His eyes noticing everything, her wide eyes, her blushing cheeks, her slightly open mouth which he was dying to kiss, her frozen body, he saw everything. The running pulse under his fingers brought a sense of pride, happiness, the feeling of it racing was his guilty pleasure suddenly.

And the words he spoke were the most honest words be had ever spoken, he was home, he was home to her.

No, she was his home.

What he didn't expect was her pushing him aside and walking away. Even though he should have expected it because yes, he deserved that.

Before he could follow, June grabbed his arm.

"Not now, June." He growled as he looked down at the gothic girl. There was something in her eyes that he should have recognized but before he could look clearly, it was gone but he had an idea that whatever it was, he didn't like it.

"No, now! What the hell was that?" She demanded, her hand tightening.

"I kissed her." He said quietly and shook her hand off himself roughly like it had burned him.

"I swear Dean....."

"Later, I need to go."

Her hand shot out and grabbed arm again before he could take another step.