Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

Angie had lately developed an unnatural craving for hot chocolate. That, or someone casted a spell on her to behave like a thirsty kid. Especially in that huge winter coat of hers she appeared smaller than she really was. Somehow she refused to take it off, even if we were inside a restaurant.

I watched with open mouth as Angie plonked the third empty glass back onto the table, foam moustache decorating the top of her lip.

She sent both me and Sam a weak smile, the foam stretching out along the base of her nose. I seriously had to bite back a smirk. Angie looked ridiculous but also content- I had absolutely no intention of telling her about the milk moustache.

“You’ve got—“ Sam gestured to his own lips to indicate where the foam is, but Angie just blinked up at him in confusion. Why did my brother have to be honorable twenty-four seven?

I rolled my eyes and leaned forwards, brushing the pad of my thumb against Angie's foamy upper lip.
Huge. Mistake.

I had to push away the reflex to lick my thumb. Instead I wiped it on a tissue on the table.
"For fucks sake, it's freezing here.", Angie declared, not even having noticed my internal struggle.

"Honestly? Not really, it's not."
I looked over to my brother who looked a bit queasy too.
"You think it's cold?"

He had this expression on his face that indicated that he wasn't exactly mentally present right now and shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno.", Sam neither confirmed, nor denied.

I knew that he was worrying about Lucifer but he never seemed as absent as he did right now. Even though when we were in danger, Sam always stayed sharp, logical but this behavior was new to me.

Why did I let them convince me that we shouldn't split up?

"Are you alright?", Angie asked him.
Good, so she noticed that too.

"No.", Sam answered her and took a deep breath. "But I don't know what's wrong, either. I, uhm, just gonna take care of the check."

×Angie POV×

Dean was driving me completely crazy.
Spending time with him, in some ways, it was like I was looking into a mirror.
He was just as protective over Sam as I had been over Len.

Right now he was watching his brother going up to the counter and asking for the bill but Dean was as tense as if he was going into War.

If Keza hadn't interrupted us, our conversation the other day would've gotten even more honest and personal, I was sure of it. Neither Dean, nor me liked talking about our feelings and still we found ourselves in those situations again and again. Because I felt understood.

If there hadn't been this urgent case about two people eating each other during sex, Dean would've already insisted on splitting our group apart in order to keep his brother far away from him.

On the other hand, I wasn't so sure anymore if he was even able to function while worrying about Sam all the time. He tried not to let it show but to me it was obvious.

Even though we just came back from interviewing the clearly disturbed roommate who found the victims, I couldn't take my jacket off. I didn't think I'd ever feel that way but slowly my feeling of coldness got worse than my nightmares.