Nothing like him

Part 13

We drove up the gated driveway, stopping at the key pad so I could open the gate. The house was a tall grey house with brick around the bottom. It had beautiful rose bushes lined along the front of the house. Instant flashbacks came to me as I stepped out of the car and stood in front of the stairs that led to the front door. I looked up the steps almost afraid that my parents would open the door- which they wouldn't. It's been years since they died, there was no chance of them being in this house.
    "You okay?" Dean's hand slid to my lower back and he stood next to me, looking at me carefully.
    I forced a smile and nodded. We made our way up the steps, all 8 steps until we made it to the front door. I fiddled with my keys before finding the one. The one key I'd gotten when I was 10. I turned the lock and had to force the door a bit before it swung into the house, revealing the dark empty big home. Dean walked in before me in search of a light switch. I was shocked when he flipped a switch and the lights in the foyer lit up.
I looked around at the large chandelier and the grand staircase that curved a bit to face the living room. I walked around the main floor letting it all sink back in. Dean followed me around, I was glad he was here with me. Dean always knew how to be supportive and he also knew that coming back to this house would be hard for me.
We started making our way up the long flight of stairs and looking in all the bedrooms. There were some beds in some rooms but a lot of them were empty. I took a left and walked down the hall to see the door of my room. The door was still painted purple with a gold door knob on it, just the way I left it. I placed my hand on the door knob and stood there for a bit. Entering this room would feel like entering my childhood again. Was I ready for that?
"Mia? You ok?" I heard Dean's soft voice from behind me. I felt my eyes start to water. I couldn't cry, I could do this. I stayed still and felt like I couldn't move. I felt Dean getting closer. His breath falling onto my neck. He gently placed his hand on my lower back and I felt his warmth move throughout my body. He leaned in and kissed my falling tears. He placed his hand on top of mine and pried it off the door knob.
I hated this house. The memories, the trauma, the anxiety it gave me. This is why I've been avoiding this house all this time. But Dean's touch. His warmth of his touch. His lips against my cheek. His breath against my skin. It all felt so good and made me feel safe. 
He held my hands in his and turned my body to look at him. He looked into my eyes and had that supportive look in his eyes.
"If you're not ready for this, we can go back downstairs and try again another day. I know how hard this is for you and I'm proud you've come this far. But don't push yourself too much for one night." He said. His words made me feel warm. I curled up into his chest and cried while his arms wrapped around my body, holding me into him.
Once I started to calm down I looked up at him into his eyes again. "I need to do this Dean. If I don't do this now it's never going to happen again". His hazel eyes looked back at me as his brown floppy hair fell into his face. He nodded his head and his grip loosened from my waist.
I turned back to the door. Took a deep breath and placed my hand on the door knob, slightly closing my eyes and slowly twisting the knob. I can do this, I can do this. The door swung open and I slowly opened my eyes before taking a step into the room. It was too dark for me to see anything so I placed my arm against the wall and began feeling for the light switch. I found the switch, flicked it on and there I was.