Her Diary

Love and other strange things

cas' pov

I woke up in a strange bed and a hand in mine, I turn my head and dean lies asleep next to me, a ray of light seeps through the window and illuminated his figure, ok wow hes got a really nice bod- ok chill cas you guys are friends, ok yeah you kissed but deans a "ladys man" its probably what he does with all girls he hang out with right? Fuck. Wait, we're in his bed, did we- no i would remember that and there would be a LOT less clothes. While i was having my little deep thought process, dean shifted so he was propped up on his elbow, he squeezed my hand gently and took me out of my trance. "hey" his already guff voice, a few octaves lower. "hey" I squeaked out. We both lied there for a moment, then stated giggling at each other, i smiled at him and he returned it with a smirk. 

"so um...dean?"

"hmm?'

"what- what's going on, you know... between us" I gesture to the two of us. his face falls a bit,I start to think of the worst before he shifts to sit up and takes my hands in his, "what do you want to be going on between us?" his eyes staring straight into mine, "I'm not sure, I-I kinda hope that last night won't be a one time thing, unless that's not what you want." my gaze falls to our hands, I must have had a fallen look on my face, dean slips one hand away from mine and places it on my cheek, I meet his eyes again, "you're beautiful." I feel my face heat up at his comment and I have no idea what to say, I open my mouth to talk but suddenly his lips are on mine, his hands now gently on my cheeks and mine snake around his neck. The kiss was slow and passionate, some how it seems like every kiss is completely different with him, but no less loving. he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, " I'd love if this was more then a one time thing" he answered with a smirk, he pressed a quick kiss on my lips and drew away from my face and walked over to the giant closet in the corner and rummaged around, I scanned the room taking it in, a giant window faced out towards the court yard of the building, a modern chandelier hangs from the ceiling above the bed, the bed its self was huge, its sheets and comforter where gray, a white fluffy blanket is neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Dean emerges from the closet with a new shirt on and a shirt in his hand.

 "you can change if you want, i can leave the room or the bath room is open." he hands me the clean shirt I look up at him "ill take the bathroom, thanks." I got up and made my way to the bath room. holy shit. This tub is bigger then necessary. I slip off my shirt, and stretch. Deans bath room was extravagant, giant tub in the far corner and rain head shower in the other, it had a huge vanity sink with different soaps and shampoos lining the wall around it. I pull on deans shirt and head back out to the bed room, where dean sits on the bed looking at his hands, it seems like he was muttering something to himself, "Don't fuck this up." was what I heard him sigh to himself before he noticed me in the door frame of the bathroom. He smiled at me and I practically melted. I walk over to the bed in front of him, "you know at some point i need to get back to my floor." I say through a smirk that he gladly returns. I stand there for a moment before he breaks the silence. "We have training today." His face falls slightly as does mine. I can tell both of us have the same thought, I don't want to do this. Dean stands from the bed and pulls me to his chest, my arms go around his waist and we stay like that for awhile. I never wanted to leave his arms. 

       I left soon after that, we had evaluations today. I had to get myself together, but i cant stop thinking about dean. I cared for him.

Maybe even loved him....