Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 32: The Deal

When I woke up, I was glad to find Dean next to me. I was scared Edward would show up, but thankfully Dean's idea of the warded walls of the bunker restricted him from coming back in my dreams. It still puts a pit in my stomach thinking about how it was Edward in my dream, or real life. I'm still overwhelmed about whether it was a dream or not. The scary part is that it most likely wasn't.

Dean was sound asleep next to me on his stomach with his hand gripping mine. I smiled at how calm he looked with his mouth slightly open and almost drooling. He looked so cute, unlike how he came off to strangers. He always wanted to come off as badass and dangerous, but I knew deep down that he was just a teddy bear with trust issues.

I couldn't help but touch his face and memorize how each small, barely visible freckle was placed on his cheeks. I brought my fingers over his scruff, the feeling of each hair making me want to only bring my fingers over it again. It was a rough feeling, but it was calming and addictive.

Dean then snuggled into his pillow more and closed his mouth. I quickly took my hand away because I was afraid I woke him, but he kept his eyes closed, and his lips turned into a small smile.

"Can't keep your hands to yourself, huh?" his raspy voice startled me. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and an even bigger smile took over his lips. I didn't say anything because my heart was still recovering from skipping a few beats.

He grabbed my hand I used to touch him and brought it to his lips.

"Caught red handed," his rough sleepy voice mocked before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it.

"Did I wake you?" I finally sputtered out, trying to ignore the sparks that ran up my arms from his kisses.

"No, I was already awake," he replied, still kissing my hand slowly.

I raised my brow. "Really? You were drooling a second ago..."

His eyes caught mine and I almost froze.

"I was acting," he countered then turned his attention back to kissing my hand.

I pulled my hand away from him before he could place another kiss.

"Okay Mr. Hollywood, you can stop eating my hand now."

His eyes lifted back to mine, filled with lust.

"That's not the only thing I want to eat."

My cheeks immediately burned up when I realized what he meant. He smirked and brought his lip between his teeth staring at my lips.

I quickly pulled myself together and groaned, "Control yourself, Hannibal Lecter." I quickly got up from the bed before he could trick me into staying with him.

"But I can't, Clarice..." he added with a smirk.

"You're so gross," I commented as I shook my head. Dean sat up, watching me closely.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know... I kinda wanted to go for a walk..."

"Alone?" his voice was a little angry.

"Unless you want to join me?" I suggested. I knew he was going to join me. I just wanted to see if he would come with me if I didn't tell him. Which I knew he would since he's still a little lost puppy.

"I really don't think it's a good idea to leave the bunker," he added as he got up from the bed and walked over to me. I didn't realize how tall he was until he towered over me. And Sam is much, much taller.

I groaned and turned away from him. I really wanted to get out and do something. I was never the one to just stay in place while you waited for something to happen. Plus I was feeling some energy deep inside me and I knew I would go insane if I didn't blow it off on something.