Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dean anxiously shifts, feeling the rug yanked out from under him. Staring at the know-it-all side smirk plastered on Sam's glorious mug.

"Sammy,"

"Don't even try to give me that crap, Dean." He shut down. "You love her. You say it with every antagonizing sentence, every 'hey, pretty girl'. With every sideways glance, every fist bump. Every glass you refill.." Sam stops, zipping the duffle. "I could tell the minute you laid eyes on her in that club. You've never looked at another women that way before." Dean's jaw tightens unable to turn away. "You love her, Dean. I know you do." Sam makes eye contact with his brother. "And you know it too." He steadily approaches, seeing his speechlessness. "Have you told her yet?"

"..No." Dean utters in sheltered emotion.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" He offers. Watching his eyes trace in private indecision. "Stay with her. I'll get the stone. And once this is finally over, maybe you finally ask her to stay." Dean's head lifts in approval. Recognizing the reality that the idea that had crossed his mind, time, and time, again. Sam taps his arm. "Okay?"

"Yeah.." He says sheepishly, adjusting his vocalization. "Okay." Sam smiles, wrapping his arms around him. Dean's fraternal instinct kicks in, hugging back. Holding Sam was one of the only ways Dean could cling to the rare sensation of tangible peace. Clasping onto his baby brother for an extra moment more, breaking away with a gruff breath.

"No chik flick shit." He reenforces, just to see Sam's goofy smile. He put a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Keep our girl safe."

"I will." He promises. Sam backs away to grab the duffle. Stepping past him for Dean to follow with his eyes.

"I'll keep in contact."

"You better." He started up the staircase. "I will meet you there, Sammy. I swear." He stops to edge over the railing with a trustworthy grin.

"I'm counting on it." The bunker door shuts. Dean lingers for a second, hoping Sam would turn and walk back through the entrance. But after three minutes of waiting, he didn't. Dean pulls himself together, dragging his fingers along his eyes to pinch the bridge of his sculpted nose. Looking up for Sam one last time before treading back for the bedroom. He creaks open the door in an attempt to not disturb Kai's dozing.

"Dean?" She says dreamily. The sound of her voice presents him with a dose of solace.

"Hi, pretty girl." He watches her poetic lips curl to a frail smize through the foot of darkness. Drawing nearer as she adjusts.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" She humors cattily. Alleviating a chunk of anxiety with the snark returned to her tune. Distantly hearing his heart, no longer a pillar of pain. But a song of affection.

"Get real.." He embarrassingly scolds. Slinking back under the covers to lock his arms around her. Feeling her heat return, the vampiric blood finally circulating out of her system. She gave a contented hum, wiggling closer, arms tucked against his chest. Painting a love struck simper across his face.

It was Dean's most cherished sound. Her charming personality tell. Whenever she purred, short, and sweet in liberation like that, was her claim to comfort. Breaking Dean's bricked up heart to a mere rubble. The level of sedation she brings candidly frightens him, but more so, it profoundly intoxicates. The same way it had when he was a young teen. Love is neither a term nor emotion he embraces lightly. Fearful of the inescapable heartache and baggage it delivers to a world like his. But Kai had a way of getting to him, to his core. Making him weak. Intensely tearing down the sturdy, layered, walls he'd refurbished around himself over all the long years. And touch his soul.