Dean woke, startled, staring around the room. Something had woken him, but he was still too drowsy to remember what it was. Yet, as a light through fog, it became apparent to what disturbed his slumber.
"No!" A woman screamed at the end of the hall. "Please!"
Dean jumped up, running out, searching each room. In the room right at the end of the hall, the dark haired girl was sitting up in her bed, still asleep. He pushed the door open, kneeling next to her bed. "June?" He held her hand gently in his. "June."
She gasped, opening her eyes, and looking into his rainforest greens.
"It's okay," he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. "I'm here. What happened?"
June thought about it for a moment. "Fire..." she exhaled. "Everybody was screaming. And I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe."
Dean listened to her every word, watching her every move. Here in front of him, was the strange girl he had met two weeks ago, innocent and pure, pouring her heart out to him. She was beautiful.
And he was falling for her.
They both took a deep breath, but Dean was the first to speak. "Do you need anything, June?" he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into his touch slightly, shaking her head.
"No," she whispered. "But if it's not too much trouble, I don't want to be alone tonight. Especially not in this room. It's too quiet. Way too quiet."
And she was right. The voices had said nothing for hours.
With a faint smile creeping across his face, he laid down next to her, and her head rested against his chest. June's eyes had already closed, her breathing regular once again. Dean's smile faded slowly. It was this that he craved the most. Innocence. Not just sex with a different girl every other night, although that was fun too, but this. This girl who felt completely safe in his arms. This girl who was sassy and kind and pure. This girl who was everything he wanted, but could never have. Not forever. But right now, just for tonight, it finally seemed like everything clicked back together, for the first time in a long time.
June looked up at him, her eyes finding his, seeing the entire universe in his green eyes, and she felt one thing.
Serenity.
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If Walls Could Talk | Dean Winchester ✓
Fanfiction- ❝They never stop talking about you, Winchester. They're so terribly frightened. Why are they so scared of two men and a so-called angel?❞ - • [mid/earlier supernatural seasons, warning: mental illnesses and deaths mentioned] cover by me ps...