falling.(a Dean Winchester fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Dean grabbed my hand in excitement.

"What! What is it?" He demanded.

I stared into his eyes for a moment, before looking down and explaining everything.

"Maybe, it's not real. I dunno, maybe my mind made it u-"

Dean cut me off.

"No! It's real! It's real, Riley. You remember!" Dean was ecstatic.

I gave him a confused smile, he was shaking me and grabbing me, touching me anywhere he could. Dean settled on holding my face, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks gently, his bright green eyes searching mine. He looked hopeful again.

"You remembered. That's a start." He whispered, staring at me, a tiny smirk forming on his lips.

Something was bubbling up inside of me. I felt yearning. A need for Dean to hold me close. To close to gap between us.

I glanced down, his gaze to intense for me to hold. Dean grabbed my chin. He moved his other hand from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me into him, pressing our lips together. It all felt so familiar, the way his mouth felt again mine, the way he pushed his fingers through my hair, the way I draped my hand on his shoulder, the way he dropped his hand onto my thigh.

"I missed you." He breathed, breaking away from me.

My mouth was left slightly hanging open, I took him in. The sight of his messed up hair, open plaid shirt. One simple memory and I'm left drooling all over this guy? Who have I become? Who was I before?

"I don't have all my memories back yet, don't get too excited." I teased.

Dean smirked at me.

"Oh, but when you do." He paused for emphasis. "I'll be ready."

He gave me a wink, and started the car, leaving his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb moving back and forth. I couldn't wipe the tiny smile off of my face, hoping the streetlights wouldn't illuminate it. Every so often Dean would glance over at me, the most nostalgic expression on his face.

"I remember, forcing Sammy into the back seat, so you could sit up front. We would ignore his complaints about squished legs and heads hitting the ceiling." He looked over at me, his eyes shiny. "God, Riley. I need you to have your memories. Y-you were my everything. Still are. At least, back then I knew that you returned my feelings."

He turned away, eyes on the road. Dean pulled his hand up from my thigh to rub his eyes.

"Goddamit, Riley!" He almost yelled, making me jump in my seat. "Can't you see, I love you! I'm trying so hard not to shove it onto you, but it's hard! I know, I goddamn know, you can't help it. That memory was so special to me, and it just resurfaced so many feelings. This isn't like me, Riley. I hide my feelings, but I can't handle it anymore. I need you, so damn much."

At this point, we were pulled over again, and I was confused.

"Dean, I-"

"No, you don't."

"Let me fi-"

"No!" He shouted.

A ringing silence ensued. What just happened? I sat back, my head pressed against the cold window. Dean started the car, staring stonily at the road. I rested my head in my hand and stared out the window, watching the streetlights go by.

"Sorry." Dean grunted.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's fine." I mumbled, tapping my fingers on my arm rest quietly.

We sat in silence the rest of the way to the motel, and as soon as we arrived i got out, taking my grocery bag and almost jogging, went to the room. Sam was still sleeping. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and throw on a T-shirt. I climbed into bed, facing the wall.

"Goodnight, Riles." I heard Dean whisper as he walked to the bathroom.

I ignored him, and continued to stare at the wall, indifferent. I closed my eyes as sleep weighed me down. I couldn't move if I wanted to at this point. I was stuck. And I was happy about it.

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I awoke the next morning, warmth in the the beside me. I moved my hand over, finding someone else's hand there. I looked over and it was Dean. His arm was outstretched and he grabbed at my hand, his eyes still closed, breathing steady. I sat up and looked at Sam, he was spread-eagle on the other bed, his face pushed into the pillow. He must've left the table to get into his bed. I glanced over at Dean, who was laying on top of the blankets in sweats and a t-shirt. I pulled my hand gently away from his, and got out of the bed. Dean rolled over and reached over to my side. I stifled a smile. 

I walked over to the washroom and started to get ready, finishing right as Sam was sitting up and stretching. 

"Morning." He mumbled, pulling his shirt off and exchanging it with another one, that was identical.

I sat down at the computer and opened it.

"Ugh." I sighed, as the open page was a gruesome description of what a shapeshifter does to shed it's skin. With pictures. I opened a new tab and started glancing over recent crime reports in the local area.

"You heard from Castiel recently?" Sam asked, leaning on the chair and reading over my shoulder.

"No, have you?" I asked.

Sam shook his head, and opened his mouth to say something else, but Dean yawned loudly in the corner.

"Mornin'" He grumbled.

I waved at him, not looking at him.

"Does Cas usually keep in contact with you guys?"

Sam shrugged.

"He loves keeping in contact with Dean, though."

I gave him a small smile.

"Listen, Riley." Sam started, clearing his throat awkwardly, glancing over his shoulder at Dean, who was brushing his teeth, while brushing his hair. "Dean and I... Kind of destroyed the world a few weeks ago."

I turned in my seat to look at him.

"What do you mean? Destroyed the world?" I squinted at him.

Sam bit his lip and looked over at Dean again.

"It's hard to explain. I'm not supposed to be telling you this."

I looked over at Dean slowly, then walked over to his jacket, and pulled out the car keys.]

"Sam and I are going on a supply run! Back soon!" I shouted at Dean, taking his jacket and pulling it over myself.

" 'Kay!" He shouted, obviously concentrating on something.

I tossed Sam the keys as we walked outside, and climbed into the car. I clicked in my seatbelt and turned to him.

"Spill it."

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Can I just say, this chapter was the worst to write. I haven't updated in so long, because I have erased and wrote this chapter seven times. And it still hasn't come out the way I wanted it. I felt like the 'kissing scene' was cringy, and Dean changed his mood faster than a girl on her third day of her period. Honestly, I don't blame you if you hate this chapter. And I know I shouldn't be using excuses, but...

I have Volleyball, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday after school. Basketball Friday after school and working on Saturday and Sunday. 

I'm gonna die.