More Than She Seems (Supernatural FanFiction)

The Exception to the Rule

Once at her door, Dean continues into the room with her to her great surprise. She gives him a side glance, then moves away from him to go to her bag. He stands there seemingly a little nervous, as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I umm, I wanted to talk to you."

Shuffling through her bag, she looks over to him. "Sure, what did you.. Oh man, what happened here?"

"What's wrong?"

Holding up her pajama top, he sees that something wet is on it. "My shampoo leaked onto my pajama shirt."

"Did it get on anything else?"

"Hmm..." She moves things around some more. "Yeah but it's just clothes that I already wore, so that's not a problem. But what am I going to wear tonight?"

"Well..." The wheels in his mind begin to turn and he quickly exits the room.

"I mean I guess..." She pauses when she looks up and sees he's not there any longer. "Dean?"

Coming back into the room with his hands behind his back, he smiles at her. "I think I can help with that."

Holding out one of his AC/DC t-shirts for her, she gasps. "Ohh, that's so sweet, thank you!"

Going over to him, she takes the shirt and hugs him tight. "You're welcome." He chuckles, as he wraps his arms around her too.

"Hey, can you get me one more thing?"

Kissing the top of her head, he replies. "Sure."

"Can I have some medicine for my headache?"

Tensing slightly, he pulls back to look in her face. "Of course, I should have already thought of that, you said you had a headache earlier. I'm sorry."

"No, nothing to be sorry about, I kinda forgot to ask for some."

"I'll go get you something." He says, placing his hand at the back of her head and gliding it down her hair. "Does the brand matter?"

"No but I definitely need to take something." Leaning her head against his chest, she sighs. "It's feeling a little better but if I'm going to sleep at all, it needs to be gone."

He kisses her head once more and leaves the room to get her the medicine. She stares after him for a few seconds before sitting on the bed. Bringing the t-shirt to her face, she inhales deeply and sighs. Mmm, he smells so good. Putting the shirt on the bed beside her, she looks up just as he walks in carrying a glass of water and two pills.

"Figured you would need this too." He says raising the glass.

"Good thinking." She quickly puts the pills in her mouth and sips them down with the water.

Chuckling, he sits down next to her. "I was actually hoping to talk to you, before you go to bed."

Peering up into his gorgeous green eyes, she smiles and nods. "What's on your mind?"

"Well..." He looks off to the side. "This is actually a little difficult for me."

"Is something wrong?" She asks with concern on her face and in her voice.

"No, no. Just usually when I ask a girl out, I do it with a pick up line."

A spark of realization gleams in her eyes. "Ahh!" She crosses her arms and smirks at him. "So I don't get a cheesy Dean Winchester one liner?"

"Did you want one?" He laughs.

"Depends, why am I the exception to the rule for asking someone out?"

He bites his lower lip and studies her for a few seconds. "Because those other girls were just hook ups, nothing long term but you... I want to be there the next morning and make you some breakfast too."

"Ooh, you're going to make me breakfast tomorrow?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I will, but about that date tomorrow night..."

Her eyes go wide. "Wait, you want to go out in the night time?"

"Yeah, most dates happen at night, plus that means I get to spend the whole day with you."

"Mmhm, there it is, you want me to stay over another night."

Smirking at her, he tucks some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "That did cross my mind."

"But I can't be here that long, Dean... you know I'm being hunted."

A pained expression takes over his face. "I was just hoping that two nights wouldn't be too long."

"I, I can't..."

"It's ok, umm... we can start before lunch and still do most of what I've planned and have time for you to leave some time after dark." Thinking quickly on the fly, he starts rearranging the date he thought out.

Smiling wide she takes his hand in her own, which causes him to turn his attention back to her. "You planned a date for me?"

"Yeah." He answers, grinning back at her.

Dean squeezes her hand and places his other hand on top of hers. They sit staring at one another for a minute or so, their eyes twinkling and gleaming with happiness and longing. Reaching up he brushes her cheek with his knuckles and rests his hand there rubbing her cheekbone with his thumb. Damn, she's beautiful. Leaning forward, he's about to go in for a kiss but he stops. I wish I could kiss her but Sam is right, I should wait. Deciding on her forehead instead, he leaves a lingering kiss there, then rises regrettably from the bed.

"See you in the morning for that breakfast." He smiles down at her and brushes her cheek once more before heading for the door.

Following him with a slightly stunned gaze, she responds. "Can't wait."

"Everything ok?" He asks, noticing her lackluster tone.

She touches her forehead to distract him. "Yeah, just the headache and I'm tired."

Nodding he leaves and goes to the left towards his room, while she is still sitting there stunned. I wonder why Sam wants him to wait? She thinks, absentmindedly touching her face where Dean's hand had been.