Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Angie POV×

I had been desperate enough to try nearly anything, I was getting worse by hour.

My teeth were chattering.
No matter how many layers I'd put on, the issue wasn't my surroundings but me.
I was cold from the inside, like solid ice had settled into my bones and emptiness into the space where my heart should be.

Dean's offer to reheat me was obviously the only card on the table, the only suggestion that I haven't tried yet but I've not expected it to feel like this.
To feel like more than a forced attempt at salvation.

I know what you need.

It wasn't that Dean had said that, it was how he said it.
Like he was 100% sure that he could help me.
Like he knew something about me that I didn't and Hell, my memory was wiped so maybe that was actually the case.

There had been no hesitation, no awkwardness in Dean's hug and now he hovered over me, grabbing a blanket.
Then he put his whole weight on me and everything changed. It was like my entire body had been out of balance this whole time and now I've found my center again.

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me when Dean slid his hands along my shoulders, sweeped away some hair to settle his arms next to my face.
He swallowed audibly.
"So... here we are.", he said, shifting a bit. "This service will cost you a beer."

I appreciated that he tried to crack a joke, even if it was a bad one.
"Well, you can put that on Famines bill.", I retorted, reminding both of us that this was the influence of the Horseman.

But somehow that was exactly why our behavior was okay.
I might've loved his brother who tragically died.
I might be fucked up in the head because under normal circumstances, I wouldn't let anyone hold me this intimately.

And now I could blame everything on Famine.
This wasn't my fault.
For once, this wasn't my fault.

"Are you okay?", Dean wanted to know.

I blinked. Was I okay?
"I'm perfect, actually."

Dean pursed his eyebrows. "You sound surprised."

"I thought this would feel like I'm trapped.", I admitted.
Of course I was limited in my motions but that was actually a good thing.
Like every cell in my body was nervous and trying to flee, like I was falling apart from within but Dean, he was holding me together just like that.

I felt safe.
If it was Dean who was trapping me, maybe I like being trapped.

"I'd leave if you asked me.", he objected and I didn't doubt that statement for one second. "And also you're a nephilim. I'm sure you could kick me off anytime you wanted."
Only that I didn't want to kick him off but I wouldn't tell him that.

This just felt right.
The warmth of his skin helped me calm somehow and I finally felt my heart rate begin to normalize.

I was glad that he proposed lying down because now, felt him so much closer. There was nothing but him and his body heat, the smell of some kind of a familiar shampoo and something unidentifiable, something real and unique, something that smelled like him, belonged to him.

"Is it working?", he asked, his voice low and right next to my ears.
I didn't even realize I had been leaning into his neck, inhaling the scent of him but he must've falsely taken my silence for a bad sign.

"Angie, is it working?", Dean repeated like he didn't know, like he really needed me to answer and fuck, I really didn't want him to leave, so if have to be honest.

"Yes."
I was wrapping my hands around his back, keeping him exactly where he was, exactly where I needed him to be right now. It's like my skin and bones have been craving warm affection, human interaction for so, so long and now that I was finally getting it I wasn't gonna let this miracle go like that.
I wasn't gonna let him go like that.