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Ch. 10 Kisses and Frying Pans.

I walked up the steps and sighed. Dean would sense my mood swing, but I had about one hundred questions. Is this whole "attachment" thing affecting my normal thought process? Without would I even like Dean? Is it clouding my judgement? Is it the only reason he's here? Letting out a silent sigh, I still felt glad Dean was here, but now I was confused. Part me wished that I'd never even asked, and we'd just kissed. He wouldn't have told me if I hadn't ask, and now I understood why. He was more than willing to jump onto the attachment band wagon because that's because it's what he grew up with, but now I wasn't sure. Was I actually happy?

When I stepped in, Dean was completely passed out on my bed. If he'd been fake sleeping he wouldn't be so perfectly still, right now he laid on my bed, his arms stretched over his head, revealing his stomach slightly, his feet falling off the bottom, his lips parted, his face blissful. He'd been more tired than he'd admitted. That idiot, I thought, smiling. Though I didn't dare say it out loud, because it might wake him up. My stomach rumbled, and I knew he must be starving too. Shifting and running like that must make him starved. Slowly I pulled my dresser open, and pulled out some sweatpants, a grey sweater, and a black tank top. I was taking another shower while he slept.

Sneaking back out, I showered slowly, and changed. When I looked in the mirror, I sighed, and pulled my wet, tangled hair into a ponytail. Once I got back into my room, I fully expected Dean to be awake, but he was still asleep. Probably well needed sleep. Sliding on my slippers, I waited until one in the morning to make food. That was when mom left, and so I left Dean sleeping, and walked all around the house, shutting window curtains and locking everything that could be locked. I checked on Dean, still sleeping. So I made myself food, and ate. Then, I snuck back upstairs into my room. Dean was still completely out of it, damn he can sleep. Part of me thought if I just slammed a brick into the wall next to his head he'd stay asleep.

But it was my turn to take care of him. Every good warrior has a good healer to back them up, and I knew Dean definitely needed some healing. I stole some of Kade's old clothes, and washed them, then I dropped them at the foot of my bed, he didn't even flinch. Then I slowly pulled the blankets out from underneath him, and rested them on top of him. Afterwards I got a heating pad you put on your head to get rid of headaches, and pressed it against his head. It'd help him sleep, and then I lifted his head and put a pillow underneath it. One of my best pillows for that matter. Sighing, I sat on my bed, and flinched in surprise when his arm wrapped around my waist. For a few seconds I thought he was awake, but when I turned, he was out. He'd just thrown his arm around me. After a while, I managed to worm my way out of his grip, and laid on the soft carpet next to my bed.

Just tucking my arm under my head as a pillow, slowly I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard shuffling. My eyes snapped open, and realized the rustling was coming from my bed. Dean was thrashing around, my eyes widened in concern. He must be having a really bad nightmare. A solitary tear slipped out from his cheek, and I went to wake him up. When my hand touched his chest, a shudder went through his body, and his eyes snapped open. Except they weren't flirty, or mad, they were vulnerable. He looked up at me, "Sleep with me?" He pleaded, I nodded silently, and he pulled me down next to him, sliding me under the covers.

His arms wrapped around my body, I was so frail compared to him, and slowly he drifted off to sleep. He was completely asleep, and my heart was racing, blood rushing to my cheeks. Dean was cuddling with me! As if on cue with the thought, he pulled me closer. In fact he was treating me like a teddy bear, every time he got scared, he pressed me closer. Slowly, I closed my eyes, ignoring my beating heart. I needed sleep. Once again, after a while, when moonlight flooded the room, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, sunlight filled the room, and Dean had his chin rested on my head. I knew if I moved he'd wake up. Still, I had to get up. So I rolled out of his grip, and when I stood up and turned back his eyes were open. His lips tugged into a smirk, his eyebrow arched, "Last night you decided to cuddle?" He didn't remember pleading for me to sleep with him, and if I lied he'd be able to tell. So I just rolled my eyes, and he inspected my face. He knew I wasn't answering for a reason, but I didn't want him to worry about it. He stretched, "How long have I been asleep?" Dean asked, "Well we got here around two yesterday, it's twelve now, you've been asleep for about 23 hours." I answered, his whole body visibly tensed. "That's really dangerous, you should've woken me up." He responded, sitting up quickly.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, he looked at me, he looked slightly annoyed at my indifference. "Yes." He answered. "Okay." I responded, walking over, and picking up the clothes I chose for him. I threw them at him, he caught them of course. "Now shut up and go take a shower, I'll make food." I ordered, he looked like a person on death row as he walked into the bathroom.

Skipping steps, I made it to the kitchen, and started cooking. I'm really good at making breakfast, and I made him a huge plate. Knowing he was downplaying how hungry he really was. I heard him walk down stairs, he sat at the table, and when I turned with his huge tray of food, his mouth basically started foaming with desire to eat. I slid it towards him, "I love you." He teased, but it still made my heart flutter in pleasure, knowing he heard it, I didn't respond. I grabbed a knife, and started slicing a slice of bread for myself, but I did something stupid. When I was cutting, I didn't move my finger. "Shit!" I hissed, as I cut really deep into my finger. Dean was up even though if his werewolf friends were here he'd sense them.

He walked over, and I was holding my hand, blood pouring down. Thank god I decided to attach to a stupid werewolf instead of a stupid vampire. I thought teasingly, he took my hand in his. "You should really pay attention when you're holding sharp knives." He said, his eyebrows drawn in concern. Grabbing a band aid from the pack we always kept on the counter, he lifted my hand to his mouth. He pressed his lips against my fingertip, and sucked the blood away before wrapping it. My heart fluttered in surprise when he did, and my eyes widened. He looked up at my pulse, my lips were parted in slight surprise. Dean stared down, and for some reason his gaze was hypnotic. "Sorry, it's how we used to deal with small wounds...in...the..pack." Slowly as if under some spell we were walking towards each other. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me in.

He leaned in a little, I just stared up at him. "I know you told me to wait, but I really want to kiss you right now." He admitted, his voice breathy, I took his hand in mine, and we stepped closer. "May I?" He asked gently. Yes, yes, my mind screamed. Instead of answering, I pulled him in, surprising him. He stumbled, and caught himself on the counter, now he was in front of me, leaning forward, and his face was close to mine. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I pulled him in, and kissed him. His lips fit mine perfectly, and it wasn't a touch and pull back kiss. We'd both been having this burning attraction growing for each other, not at all healthy, but now it was as if the kiss was the gateway to releasing those emotions. His warm lips only pulled back for a small breath before he'd kiss me again, we were making out. His hands went to my waist, and he lifted me on the counter.

Pulling me in, he kept kissing me, my heart was racing, and I kept kissing him back. My fingers dug into his back, and he kissed my neck, basically sucking on it. I ignored the fact he might give me a hickey, because I would kiss him before he'd go back, and then I dropped off the counter, and just kept kissing him. I managed to press him against the table, only realizing what I was doing when I heard him move the tray. His fingers dug into the backs of my thighs, and we would've kept going, but my phone went off. I pulled back, we were both panting. Before he could say anything, I jogged up the stairs and grabbed it.

My mom, I didn't answer, instead I took of picture of my room, and sent her the message, still here.
My heart was slowing down, and I realized something, attachment might've helped us stay together, but that was my spirit not my mind. That was of my own will. Slipping down the stairs, I was shocked at my own revelation. Dean was leaning against the counter staring at the ceiling. During that altercation, he'd pulled my ponytail holder out, so my hair fell around my shoulders. When I got downstairs, he looked at me sheepishly, "Sorry, I didn't know I would..." He trailed off, and I shrugged. "If I didn't like it I would've stopped it." I answered honestly, inspecting the counter. Everything was shoved around, and the tray was on the ground.

Dean looked at me, and walked towards me. I froze as he brushed my hair back, and he just sighed. "Please don't hate me." He pleaded, "What?" I asked slowly, he just let out a sigh, "What Dean?" I demanded.

"I gave you a huge hickey."

"Dean!" I shouted, before I could slap him, he jumped back, laughing. "You're cute when you try to hit me." He commented, and I grabbed a frying pan, "I will kill you." My voice was dark with threat and I hefted my pan and started chasing him down.

Looking back, I wished we could've been like that everyday, but my luck was never that good.