Control - Dean Winchester [1]

24 ; Kiss Me In The Pale Moonlight

|Questions of The Chapter|: —Have you see Season 12? If yes, what's your favorite episode so far? Either "Keep Calm and Carry On" or "Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox" 

—Do you watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine? I've recently started watching it, and I instantly fell in love, and I'm in the middle of season 2, and I lowkey want to write a Jake Peralta fanfic...and if you don't watch the show, seriously do. If you're fans of shows like Parks & Recreation, The Office, The Mindy Project, you'd really like this show.

—How are you liking the new Lucifer? I don't like him. At all. I don't think he does a good job representing Lucifer's character.

—*SPOILER ALERT* Do you like Mary being back? I thought her being back was going to be pretty awesome, but then she decided to leave the boys. But I understand why she left, she had a valid reason to, but I just didn't like it.

Odessa was inwardly conflicted with blundering thoughts as the obscure, midnight sky twinkled with glimmering stars. The absolute spectacle was assuredly stunning, and the tranquil ambiance with faint howls of the wind eased the tension within her clouded mind. She wasn't certain if she wanted to remain elsewhere that wasn't alongside her boys. Their absence was affecting her whether she wanted to admit it or not. There wasn't anyone else she wanted to travel with, and she despised the concept of her requiring two men to properly function on a case. 

The hinges of the Impala's door creaked, disrupting the soothing atmosphere she'd created in backseat of the vehicle. She'd concluded she couldn't accurately think with Dean's slumbering figure inches from where she laid on the motel's itchy duvets. He'd been mumbling incoherent words, shuffling obnoxiously, and Odessa was somewhat uncomfortable with sleeping beside him if she was possibly leaving him hours from then. She gathered her pillow and blanket from her side of the bed, trudging outside and through the desolate parking lot and into the backseat.

Her clustering speculations were collected by the near-deafening creaks, craning her neck in the source's direction. She was greeted with gleaming verdant eyes, and she sighed. Of course it was Dean. He somehow always sensed if something was deviating from her typical behavior. She grabbed a portion of her blanket, scooting over as he seated himself beside her. He closed the door with a 'bang', and he breathed out heavily. His cheekbones appeared more defined in the shadows of the moonlight, and his irregularly pale. 

There was a brief moment of contented reticence exchanged between them, and the warmth radiated from his adjoining figure brought some form amenity. He opened his mouth to speak, then immediately pursed his lips together, exhaling sharply through his nose. She furrowed her eyebrows, lightly tilting her head as she indiscreetly examined him. She clutched his hand, nerveracking electricity surging through her skin. "Dean," She said, gathering his attention. "What's wrong?" 

His hardened eyes softened considerably as he faced her, softly shaking his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it," He said, "You know, what I said that night, I didn't mean it. You're not weak, you're the complete opposite. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. And, I don't know, I guess I was trying to hurt you like you hurt me." Odessa's fixated gaze flickered from his enigmatic eyes to their interlaced fingers. "So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry."