Chapter 42
"All done." Dean said after applying ointment on my chest. "See? It looks better than it did last night."
"Thanks." I said to him with a small smile.
When Dean and I got home last night, he insisted I stand under the shower for a while, seeing as running lukewarm water was the best way to treat a scald. When I got out of the shower and put a big tee on, I was too tired to do anything else so I fell asleep immediately.
By the time I woke up, Dean was already up working on a few things on his laptop beside me. I watched him work for a couple minutes before he suggested we shower together.
Although the burn wasn't as red as it was last night, Dean still insisted we apply some ointment on it when we got out of the shower. Luckily, I had one in my first aid box, so he took it out of there before sitting us both down on the bed and applying it tenderly. It felt nice to be taken care of so gently over something that wasn't as serious or life threatening.
I watched as Dean placed the ointment on the dresser but not before announcing it that he would put it back in the first aid box where he found it later. After that, he took out his phone and started texting on it.
While he did, I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to everything that happened last night. So much happened so fast and while I chose not to dwell on it then, it felt a bit overwhelming now that I was letting myself process it.
From what happened with Connor, to leaving Lydia at the dinner, to my fight with Kendra. It was a lot to happen in one night.
"Okay," he put his phone down after a while and lay down on his sides, his head resting on his hand which was being supported by his elbow, "I ordered spaghetti and wings for breakfast."
The edge of my lip tugged up a bit, "Classic."
Dean focused his eyes on me intently for a moment before he asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yes, Dean, I'm fine." I told him, touching the scalded area on my chest. "I told you, it was never really that serious-"
"No, not your burn." He cut me off. "I mean, are you okay? You've seemed kind of lost in thought all morning."
"Um," I sighed, "yeah, I guess."
I felt my phone vibrate for what was probably the twentieth time this morning. I looked to see that it was another text from Connor.
When I set the phone back down and saw that Dean was giving me this look, I told him, "It's Connor, he's been texting and apologizing all morning."
Dean nodded, "Have you responded?"
"No." I answered, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
"You never really said anything about how what he said made you feel yesterday." Dean said, his voice low as he held my gaze. "Or anything else for that matter. A lot happened and I can tell it's now weighing on you. Talk to me about how you're feeling."
Talk about mind reading.
"Okay." I let out a breath and adjusted my position on the bed so I was facing him directly. "I know you've made it clear how you feel about Connor and I don't want to sound like I'm defending him, but he was pretty drunk last night. And while I won't argue that he might still have feelings for me, I believe he respects my decision and the fact that I'm in a relationship, he's not going to intentionally do anything he shouldn't. I trust him."
Dean found himself nodding again, but I couldn't really tell what he was thinking by the look on his face.
"Connor was one of the very first friends I made when I got here." I continued. "He was always so kind to me and I value that friendship. I would be firmer about my boundaries with him, but I-I can't just avoid him, we work together. However it came out, I know he didn't mean to disrespect me like that last night."
