Supernatural : The Forgotten One

Chapter 33 - Eve

I stood there looking up at him as I used all my strength to stop him from hitting his car again. He stood down at me for a split second. He looked shocked that I was the one who had stopped him. Then it quickly turned to rage and I became a little scared.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Let go of me!" He snapped back at me.

"No. Hitting your car is not going to help." I told him.

"How do you know?" He snapped back at me.

"Because you're not mad at your car." I snapped back at him.

He pulled his hand away from me and dropped the crow bar but his tear filled eyes did not break contact from mine.

"You're right." He said as he took a few steps closer to me causing me to back up until my back hit the side of his car.

"I'm mad at you." He snapped at me.

I was confused by his words. Why would he be mad at me? I tried to think over the last few weeks and I could not think of anything I could have done to make him angry.

"What did I do?" I asked him.

"Nothing. You did nothing, that's the problem!" He yelled at me.

I did not get what he was saying. How could he be mad at me for doing nothing?

He could obviously see the confusion on my face because he let out a frustrating sigh then looked back at me.

"You did nothing, you just let him die!" He snapped at me.

I could not believe what he was saying to me.

"Is this why you have been ignoring me these last few weeks?" I asked him.

He did not answer me but he did not have to because the answer was written all over his face.

"You can't really believe that." I said to him.

"It's the truth. You're a witch. You saved me, you could have saved him." He said to me.

"That's not true. What happened to your father and what happened to you are two totally different things. I could save you because you were not dead yet. Not really but your father died. I can't bring back the dead. No one can." I pleaded with him to believe me.

"You should have done something you did not even try. The potion that you used on me you should have used on him." He told me.

"I could not. It could only be used once and I used it on you." I told him.

"Well you made the wrong choice." He told me.

"I will always choose you. I will always save you, and I am not going to apologize for saving your life!" I yelled at him.

He was going to say something but I did not let him. I cut him off before he could speak.

"No. It's my turn to speak. And you're going to listen." I said to him.

"There is nothing I could have done to save you dad. If there was I would have but even I can't undo what he did." I told him.

"Would you? I mean he did try to kill you. How do I know you did not want him dead?" He asked me. "You just don't understand."

"You're right I don't understand. I don't understand because I don't have a family. Not a real one, I don't have a dad, or a sibling. All I have is Bobby, Sam, and you. And if you really think I would let your dad die then we really have nothing to say, because I would never do that. Seeing you and Sam like this I would never hurt you guys like that." I said to him ending the conversation.

I pushed him out of my way because he still had me pinned against the now trashed car. I started to walk away from him but was stopped by him grabbing my wrist. I tried to pull away from him but he would not let me.

"What?" I snapped as I spun around to look at him.

He looked at me for a second with a confused look.

"Let me g..." I started to say to him but was cut off by Dean smashing his lips to mine.

I was in shock and could not make my self-move. A second ago he was yelling at me and blaming me for his dad's death and now he was kissing me.

I was so surprised that I could not even move. I just stood there with my hands at my side. My brain could not comprehend what was happening. Only a minute ago he was yelling at me, blaming me for his dad's death. Now he was kissing me.

I was knocked out of my surprise when he pulled me closer to him. The second my body bumped into his it was like I just instantly responded to him. My lips started moving with his and my arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to me.

I did not know what was going through his head at the moment but I really did not care. I had not felt as good as I did at this moment in a really long time. He let out an almost primal sound from his chest as I grabbed hold of his hair making sure he could not pull away from me.

Before I even realized I was moving my back came in contact with his car again. But this time I did not seem to care even though I was shoved into it a lot harder than I was a few minutes ago. I could feel his fingers make their way under my shirt to grab my waist.

I let out a gasp separating us for the first time. As I caught my breath he rested his forehead on mine but did not loosen his grip on my hips.

When I looked up into his eyes it was clear by the look in his eyes what he wanted. It was a look I have not seen in years but would never forget. We stood there for a few seconds just looking at each other.

"Dean." I said in a hushed voice.

"Mmm." He responded.

"We can't." I told him not believing the words that were coming out of my own mouth.

"Why not?" He asked, still not loosening his grip on me.

Yes, why not? I thought to myself.

"Bobby might see." I told him not being able to come up with a real excuse.

He just looked down at me and smiled slightly.

"Like it would be the first time he caught us." He told me.

I could not help but look down at the ground and laugh as I thought back to how Bobby found out we were dating when I was sixteen.

When I looked back at him I was not surprised to see that he was smiling just like I was.

Words were not needed between the two of us. We both knew what the other one wanted. I do not know who moved in first but our lips were once again joined. Moving in unison. I could feel his tongue move along my bottom lip asking for entrance. I gladly granted it to him.

We practically ripped our clothes off each other. I could not help but smile as my hands ran over his muscular body. It was as if we did not spend the last seven years apart. Our bodies instantly reacted to each other. I tried to be quiet but I could not help but cry out from the pleaser of the moment.

It was not how I imagined our reunion would go every time I dreamed about this day. It was not tender and loving. Soft or sweet. It was rough and harsh and full of rage. Not that I was complaining, I always was the kinky one.