Lost | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 13

"You okay?"

Looking up, I saw Dean sitting down next to me on the bed, a bottle of whiskey hanging loosely from his hands. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You want some?" He asked, offering me the bottle.

I smiled, taking it from him and taking a swig before handing it back. We did this for a few minutes before I finally said something. "Ya know, this reminds me of that first night in the motel after I ran away with you."

He turned to look at me. "Yeah? I'm surprised you even remember that."

"I never thought we'd end up here."

"Yeah, me either."

"I never thought I'd go anywhere in life. I thought I'd be stuck with my mom, hauled in and out of hospitals for the rest of my life. The town freak. And then I ran away with you. And it was like my life finally started. And when I told you what happened to my dad and my brother, you believed me. You believed me. I'll never forget that."

"And I'll never forget how you freakin' hated me when we first met."

"Well you did kinda ruin my plan."

He laughed. "Yeah."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"You already told me that."

"No, I told you I love you. There's a difference."

"What's the difference?"

"I love you is something you tend to say in passing ya know? Like when you're leaving for work or hanging up the phone. But when a person says they're in love with you, it means more somehow, I dunno."

"How?"

I shrugged, taking the bottle from him and having a drink. "Well when I say I love you, I just think it sounds more casual...like there's not as much emotion behind it. Being in love with someone...I dunno, it's like I'd die for them or whatever."

"Or whatever?"

"Shut up." I laughed, shoving him in the shoulder.

"Well I think I can definitely say I'm in love with you."

"That's not funny."

"I do mean it though. I think I'm in love with you too."

Once he said that, I felt sick. I think everything was starting to hit me again. The reality of Dean's deal. The fact that he'll be dead in a few months. Tears started to prick my eyes and I couldn't hold them back. I started to cry.

I heard Dean set the bottle down on the floor, and then he pulled me to him, gently wrapping his arms around me. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I didn't say anything. I just started to sob into his chest as he held me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, stroking my hair with his hand.

"I know."

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So this is a short one but I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading!