•Unwritten•

Fifty Six

"Out of everything, I'm so glad that Uriel is dead."

I gripped Dean's face with my hand, twisting his head back to face me and giving him a stern look. "Stop talking."

I brought the razor back up to his face, gently shaking off the stubble on his jaw. Slowly tracing my fingers down his perfect jawline as I did. "What are we going to do? These seals are breaking fast according to Ruby, the angels are toying with us still, they think you can stop the apocalypse and have some mystery plans for me. And then there's Sam..."

Dean turned his head back to face me and then rose his hand up bringing the razor down. "You've noticed it too?"

I nodded as he sighed and placed his hand on my thigh. We were sitting down in a motel bed, Sam was at Bobby's, looking at a potential case here and was planning to meet us in the morning. I needed to tell Dean about the demon blood, I couldn't keep it in any longer but I was so scared about what he would say and what he would think when he found out I had been lying to him again.

"He's being sketchy. I don't know what to think anymore Faith."

I pressed my lips together and nodded again as he traced his fingers up and down my thigh, bringing his other hand up to my cheek as I resumed shaving his stubble. It was hard to concentrate with his hands over me, which made it even harder to think about telling him the truth. It wasn't often that we got the chance to just be together without some monster or angel getting in the way and I didn't want to ruin the moment. I knew that deep down this was just another excuse not to tell the truth but I just couldn't right now. If I did, I'd be betraying Sam, if I didn't, I'd be betraying Dean. It was an impossible decision.

I finished up with the razor and placed it down on the counter before leaning into Dean, my head resting on his lap as he stroked the side of my hair gently. "Our lives are such a mess."

He scoffed. "You're telling me."

I sighed. "I miss not knowing sometimes. Not the part about you or Sam, I wouldn't change that for the world. But-"

"You want your innocence back?"

I nodded and sat up still leant into his lap slightly. "Yeah, I guess."

"At least you had it to begin with."

I nodded slowly and then moved over, wrapping one leg over him until he was straddled. I placed a hand on either side of his face and looked down at him. He was so beautiful, he was downright the most attractive man I had ever seen before but it was more than that. He was protective, caring, kind even when he wanted to act like he wasn't. He would do anything for me, for his brother, for anyone he considered family- even strangers. Innocent people always came first. He didn't deserve this life, he deserved to have a normal life, he deserved so much better than this world had given him.

"I'm sorry." I sighed and he just smiled up at me.

"You wanna know something?" He asked, tilting his head up to look at me. "I never thought I'd get this, you know, in this life."

I frowned at him. "Get what?"

"You."

I raised my eyebrow. "Oh Dean, are you getting sentimental?" I grinned at him and he shook his head before swiftly turning around, manoeuvring me less than gently so that I was beneath him.

"I don't do sentimental."
...

I frowned up at the comic book store before us, I'd never understood the appeal of them. I much preferred a proper book with a real story in it than a bunch of pictures.

"Come on." Dean placed his hand on my back and I followed him and Sam inside, they made a beeline to the counter where a young man was sat.

"Can I help you?" He asked looking between the three of us.