Beneath The Skin

"Normal Sessions"

I walked into the room that was already arranged for Dean and I. Since Dean was here yet I had time to plan out our session. I popped the cap on my pen, pulling out my black notebook, I began to write out different things I should ask. I decided to that I would try a little exercise with him,maybe it would help with his anger.

It wasn't long before I heard the door creek open. Dean was wearing a plain black shirt, blue jeans, a hat and shades. His mood was rather odd being that everything seemed fine last night. I shrugged it off. Not much of a morning person I guess. He walked right to the normal chair and laid across it. Tossing, his phone in the air, he cleared his throat.

"Good morning Paris." He greeted me in a raspy voice. I guess he was late waking up. God, I love the sound of his voice in the morning.

Stop Paris. No personal feelings at sessions.

"Good morning Dean. We're going to start with a small exercise that may help you channel your anger." Dean chuckled as I pulled some photos out my bag.

"I love it when you act professional." Dean confessed sitting up and staring at me. I couldn't help but smile and blush. My eyes moved around his face and stopped his lips. Damn what I wouldn't give to kiss him right now. No Paris. Focus. I held one photo up to him and asked him what he saw. He stared at it for a second and shrugged.

"Looks like a blob to me."

"Look closer Dean, see with your heart" I told him. He sighed and grabbed the photo.

"You want to know what I see?" He smirked throwing the photo on the ground. "I see a beautiful woman in front of me begging for me to kiss her." My heart started pound like it did every time I'm around Dean. He got closer to me, lips inches away. "A woman screaming to break out of this shell shes been captive in for years." He gently kissed me, pulling my chair, so that I would be closer to him. As he pulled away, I suddenly hopped on top of him.

"Are we ever going to have proper session?" He bite his lip, shaking his had. I don't know what has gotten into me but if this is what the feeling of being rebellious is I don't want it to go away. Dean grabbed my hips, pressing his face into my neck. I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Everything we were doing is so wrong but my heart says its right. After years of being bossed around by my parents I finally felt free. Dean left his head up looked into my eyes. He smiled exposing his deep dimples.

"I have the day off today so how about we go do something... anything." A grin eased across my face. I nodded and got off him. Looking me up and down, he shook his head. "Are you really going to wear that?" I looked down at my clothes and backup at him.

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

"You look like at 40 year old mother of two. Put on something more casual." I huffed as I grabbed my stuff and walked out.

After I changed, I walked over to Dean who was waiting at the end of the hallway. His eyes widened once he saw me. His whole face lit up. "I didn't know you could look like a regular person." He teased. I really didn't have on anything special. I wore some ripped jeans, a shirt that had shrink so it exposed my belly a little and converse. I pushed him playfully and laughed.

Chuckling, he smiled. "Ready to go?" He asked holding out his hand. I intertwined my fingers with his, taking a deep breath and nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be."