50 Types of Good

Dirty little secret

Today is the day that my storyline with Charlotte starts, and I am so excited that I am finally getting into the title picture.

I decided to contact Dean as I hadn't spoken to him for a few days now as I was wary of my Dads orders to not get involved with him, but I didn't want Dean to think there was anything wrong.

Hey
- Me

Hey stranger, where've you been? I texted you a few days ago.
- Dean

I had to think for a while.
- Me

About what?
-Dean

It's nothing
-Me

Tell me.
-Dean

I stopped and stared at the message, unable to decide whether to tell Dean about my Dads wishes.

Meet me at my hotel room? 306.
- Me

Ooo, things going to get a little interesting?
- Dean

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Just come, now or never.
-Me

On my way baby phenom.
- Dean

I smiled at the message and cute little nickname but the smile faded and turned into a worried expression as I thought about my father.

What if he finds out about me and Dean talking? What would he do to Dean? Would he warn him off? There were so many questions I had unanswered and I didn't know what to do for the best. Should I obey my fathers wishes? Or should I give this strange developing relationship with Dean a shot?

A few minutes after I heard a tap on my door so I got up to answer it.

As I opened the door I was greeted by Dean leaning himself on the wood with a giant smirk as he scratched his head with his thumb.

"What's up" I greeted and sighed heavily.

"I don't know? What is up?" Dean retorted with his painted smirk as I raised an eyebrow with my own smirk.

His smirk turned into a beam.

"This isn't a time for joking around." I warned.

"You going to invite me in or are we just going to stay out here like melons?" He finally quizzed.

"Oh, yeah, come in-"

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked as he plopped onto my couch kicking his shoes off.

"Make yourself at home." I said sarcastically.

"I plan too." He shot.

"Okay, well, I need to tell you this before my Dad gets back."

His smirk slid off his face and was replaced by a genuine look of concern as he sat up quickly and his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah...its just-" I started

I looked at Deans face and took in the genuine look of worry. I didn't want to hurt Dean but I didn't want to go against my fathers wishes. Could I do this to either of them?

"Dean...my father doesn't want me to get involved with you..." I said awkwardly.

"Involved?" He asked with a puzzled look.

I just looked at him with an apologetic look as he sat staring at me.

"What did I do?" He asked wonderingly.

"You didn't do anything, it's just...I'm my Dads Princess and he doesn't want me getting involved with someone like you."

"Someone like me?" He echoed with an offended tone.

"Yeah...he thinks you're bad for me."

He frowned and clenched his fists.

"I would never hurt you, or do anything to ruin your goodness." He simply said.

His eyes searched my face for a reply, but I hadn't known what to say.

"Fine. If you're just going to let him make all of your decisions for you and not make your own view of me. Then I'm done." He put his shoes on, got up, and strode to the door.

"Dean- wait!" I started after him.

He sighed still facing the door before slowly turning around to face me, and it was only then that I saw his hurt expression.

"Don't go..." I pleaded.

"Why? Why should I stay when your father has clearly made your mind up about me? Give me one reason." He sighed.

I wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in my throat. What if I said something and he laughed in my face?

He gritted his teeth and shook his head before forcefully opening the door and slamming it shut.

I was left stood there, alone, thinking about the scenario that had just happened. Had I just thrown something away that could have been good?