Alaina Clark

Chapter 12

I open my eyes as a loud crash is heard through my room. All I can hear is the raindrops pounding against my window with the occasional roar of thunder. Every few seconds lightning lights up whole the room. Glancing around I realize I'm in Dean's room and not mine. That's when I notice the weight on my chest, there's literally weight on my chest. Looking down at his sleeping form, greedily using every flash of lightning to observe his perfect features. Dean's arm is wrapped around my waist. My hand is still in his hair and his head is tilted upwards. I can see his freckles and I kind of want to count them, but it feels wrong to ruin the mystery. His dark eyelashes are slightly brushed up against his cheekbones due to their natural curl. I love his eyelashes, they're almost as long as mine and I know girls who would kill to have them. He looks so cute in his sleep. I make a mental note to tease him about it later. I force myself to look away from him when I realize I'm watching him sleep. I look up at the ceiling instead, enjoying the noise provided by the thunderstorm. Thunderstorms are my favorite, but there was a time where I wasn't very fond of them. It seems unbelievable now that my favorite type of weather once scared me. I can't hold back my smile as I remember the when I overcame my fear of thunderstorms. We had moved next door to the Miller's only a few months prior. I had just turned four, Jane was still three and Dean was seven. Jane and I were instant friends, Dean and I still hadn't warmed up to each other. The reminder that there was a time where Dean and I weren't best friends makes me sad. I was closer to Jane back then since there is barely any age difference between us. My parents had let me sleep over at Jane's mostly because it was right next door. We ended up watching movies in their living room because it was raining outside. Jane fell asleep before me and I would have fallen asleep too, had it not been for the thunderstorm creating a ruckus outside.The loud noise terrified me, it reminded me of a monster movie I had seen with Elizabeth. My heart pounding in my chest seemed almost as loud as the thunder. The loud noise startling me even though I was expecting it. My breath came in short as my hands began to sweat. As if that wasn't bad enough, my throat became dry and itchy. Water. I need water to ease the dryness in my throat. Pushing myself off of the couch next to a sleeping Jane, I walk towards the kitchen. Legs shaking beneath me, feeling as if I'm about to fall. I feel like the monster is hiding somewhere like he's going to pop out from underneath the table. My eyes became watery as thoughts of the monster lurking around filled my head. Turning the corner into the kitchen a silhouette suddenly appeared making me scream in fear, I took as step back as tears ran down my cheeks. A clap of thunder drowning out my scream to be lost in the commotion. Two hands immediately landed on my shoulders keeping me from falling, a flash of lightning allowed me to see the owner of the silhouette. Dean stood before me, his brows furrowed and his bright blue eyes filled with concern. "Alaina?" He questioned. When it finally sunk in that it was Dean and not a monster I threw myself into his arms, my small arms wrapped tightly around him. Dean was reluctant at first but he still hugged back. Salty tears stained Dean's shirt but he didn't seem to mind. I pulled my head back just enough so I could see his face, keeping my arms locked around him. "Dean." I say in a high pitched whimper. "Can you take me home?" I ask, silently imploring with my eyes. My bottom lip sticking out to complete the pouty look."What's wrong?" Dean asks softly, tilting his head as the concern became more evident. My lips parted but just as I was about to reply a loud clap of thunder rang through the kitchen along with a flash of lightning. I didn't even think twice before burying my face into Dean's chest, my grip on him became unreasonably strong. Too scared to notice that Dean didn't think twice about tightening his grip on me. With one arm wrapped around my back and the other clasp around my head, he held me against him. Dean soothingly ran a hand through my hair as he whispered in my ear. "Shh, it's ok Alaina." He whispered it over and over again, to the point where the words were branded into my brain. To this day they still are. Who knows how long we were standing in that position. Me clinging onto him for dear life as he used his words to comfort me. Eventually, my pulse returned to its normal pace, my body stopped shaking, and I had no more tears left to shed. Slowly, I loosened my grip on him and slightly pulled back. He took the hint and hesitantly removed his arms from around my small frame. He gave me a glass of water and helped me sit on the stool at the kitchen table. His bright blue eyes look amazing in the lightning. The water eased my sore throat and distracted me from the constant roars of thunder. The water wasn't the only thing distracting me, Dean's Marvel pajamas helped too. I set the glass down once I drank the whole thing. Smiling at Dean as he helped me off the stool, which was then too tall for me. "Nice PJ's." He commented with a smirk. My cheeks felt red as I quietly thanked him, looking down at my pink pajamas that were so fluffy it looks like I murdered a cloud to make them. Dean walked me back to the living room, stopping just in front of the couch where Jane was still sleeping. "Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" He asks as he looks down at me. I shook my head, making him frown. "I don't want to sleep here." I commented. The last thing I want is to stay in the living room that looks super creepy in the midst of a storm. " Do you want to sleep in Jane's room?" He asks quickly thinking of a solution to my problem. I shake my head once again. Being alone doesn't sound nice either. "Do you want to sleep in my room?" He asks lifting his eyebrows. Feeling oddly shy, I slowly nod. Dean smiles at me and he bends down to hand me my slippers. They're just as fluffy as my pajamas. I slip them on and I follow Dean upstairs to his bedroom. I had only been in here a few times before, and if there would have been enough light I would have looked around to observe it. Dean pulled back the covers and let me use him for support as I climbed on his bed, which use to be taller and smaller. I laid down and Dean laid down next to me, with about a foot of space in between us. He pulled the covers over us and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder followed by a whimper coming from my lips. Dean immediately closed the space between us, hugging me to his chest. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around him holding onto him with a death grip. Our position was exactly like the one we were in earlier in the kitchen, only, this time, we were laying down. My nerves disappeared almost instantaneously, Dean has always had that affect on me. That was the night our friendship blossomed, had it not been for my fear of thunder we might have never become friends. Who knew that my biggest fear would lead to the best friendship I could ever ask for. It was truly a blessing in disguise. I like the feeling of Dean in my arms. If I could I would freeze this moment and make it last forever. But I can't, nothing lasts forever. I enjoy holding him while I can, holding him just like he held me that night many years ago. Unconsciously, I tighten my grip on him, I want to stay like this until the end of time. My eyelids begin to feel heavy, and with thoughts of Dean floating around in my mind, I drift off into sleep.