Scaring tribes || ST 1

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Archer's POV

I woke up laying in the sofa, shirtless under a blanket. Dean had fallen asleep sitting beside me, his hand holding mine tighter than ever before. The blood in my face and on my shoulder was gone, and the wound on my shoulder had started to heal. I stroked my thumb over the back of Dean's hand. His eyes flickered open and then he looked at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a fragile voice. He had been crying, you could see it in his eyes and hear it on his voice.

"I think so, my shoulder is a little sore but other than that I feel fine." I said and Dean smiled.

Suddenly Riley walked up from side and leaned against the back of the sofa. She looked me up and down and then her eyes met mine.

"You healing alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, I feels like it atleast." I said and then she stood up again.

"Good, then I'm out." She said and walked out the door.

"Was she mean to you while I was asleep?" I asked and turned back to Dean.

"Actually no, she gave me a few irritated looks but she didn't say a word." He said.

"Oh, wow." I said and laughed.

I looked towards the windows of the living room. It was starting to get dark outside, meaning it was late. I looked back towards Dean and met his gaze.

"You need to get home love. It's school tomorrow." I said and stroked him over his chin with my finger.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said and stared at me with a serious look on his face.

"No, Dean. You need to sleep before school." I said.

"Fine, then I'll sleep right here." He said, lifted the blanket and propped himself down beside me.

"Omg, you are so stubborn." I said and looked at him.

"I know. Now, be quiet. You told me to sleep." He said and I couldn't help but laugh. Dean let out a giggle to before he turned towards me and wrapped his arm around my torso. Soon, we both fell asleep again.

The next day...

I woke up and looked at Dean, he was starting to wake up as well.

"Good morning." He said and smiled.

"Good morning." I said and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you ready for school?" He asked.

"Hell no, I'm gonna skip school today." I said and looked up at the ceiling. "You should go though, I wont let my problems get in the way for your education."

"Archer." He said and sat up. "Haven't I been clear enough? When it comes to you, I don't give shit about school. You will always be my number one, always."

I looked into his eyes for a while. God, I could drown in his eyes.

"And you'll always be mine." I said and sat up. I leaned forward and connected our lips. It felt like it was ages ago since I last felt his lips on mine. But really it was just yesterday. You know you have something special in your hands when you feel like that

Suddenly Dean's phone pinged and he broke the kiss. He leaned back and grabbed it. The screen lit up in his face and soon a terrified look spread across his face.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Shit! I have like 20 missed calls from my mom and she has also sent me all these messages. She doesn't know were I am. Fucking hell." He said as he dialed her number and then called her.

He stood up and walked up to the window. She picked up almost immediately.

"OMG DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU? I HAVE BEEN SO WORRIED." She shouted through the phone.

"Mom, calm down. I'm at Archer's. He got sick last night and I didn't wanna leave him and honestly I had no thought of calling you. Mom, I'm so sorry." He said with a shaky voice.

"Oh, is he okay now?" She asked.

"He is better now, but he is gonna stay home from school today." He said. "Could you call the school and tell them I'm sick aswell. Please mom."

"Yeah, sure sweetie. Just know that I'm not mad at you or anything. Just please call next time, okay?" She said.

"Okay, thanks mom. You really are the best." He said. "Bye."

"Bye." She said before Dean hung up. He turned back towards me and smirked.

"So what do you wanna do today?" He asked, knowing that I heard every word his mom said.

"I wanna binge watch a series. Any suggestions?" I asked and stood up. My body still felt a little sore so I wobbled a little. Dean saw it and quickly walked over to me. He put his hands on both sides of my waist like he was trying to hold me in place. And sometimes he really was the only thing holding me in place on this planet. Not only physically, but mentally.

He looked up at me through his hair that was hanging down over his face. I brought my hand to his head and fixed his hair. His breathing became uneven as I placed my hand on his neck. That he still to this day reacts like that when I touch him really makes my heart wanna crumble up in happiness, and I love it.

"You are the only thing that makes me feel alive, you know that right?" I whispered, not breaking eyecontact with him once.

"Yeah, I know." He whispered as he closed the space between us a few inches. "And about that nickname you gave me last night, I kind of loved it."

"So you like it when I call you 'love'?" I whispered, keeping an intense eyecontact with him.

"Mhm." He hummed before connecting our lips. His hands quickly moved up my sides and around my neck as I backed towards the sofa. I sat down and Dean climbed onto my lap, not breaking the kiss once. His tounge slipped into my mouth, dancing with mine like two people dancing in the rain. One of my hands found their way down his back and onto his ass. I gripped it, making him moan into my mouth.

All of a sudden, he broke the kiss and stood up again. He looked at me with a smile and lightly shook his head.

"First of all, you are still in some pain. Second of all, you said we were gonna binge watch a series. And like I wanna do that, like right now. So get your ass up from the sofa and help me pick some breakfast and a series to watch." He said and walked over to the kitchen.

I laughed before I stood up. I walked by the hallway and grabbed one of my hoodies before walking into the kitchen. We make some breakfast before walking back into the livingroom.

We sat down next to eachother and started scrolling through the series on netflix. After a few minutes we decided to watch a show called Prison Break.