Control - Dean Winchester [1]

30 ; So Take Me To Paradise

IT'S HAPPENING! DESSA IS SAILING...SOON...AND SORRY IT'S SOOO SHORT

SO THIS CHAPTER IS BASICALLY A PROPER THANK-YOU FOR 63.7K READS AND I THINK IT WAS TIME FOR ONE OF THEM TO GROW A PAIR AND TALK ABOUT THE SEXUAL TENSION LMAO SO THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR BEING ABSOLUTELY AMAZING FRIENDS AND SUPPORTING ME THROUGH MY HORRID WRITING! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE YOU CHOOSE TO STAY BESIDE ME AND ODESSA AS THIS SERIES PROGRESSES :) ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SO MUCH

|Questions of The Chapter|: —Who was/is your least favorite character in Supernatural? I will always despise Metatron 

—What is the first emoji in your 'Frequently Used'? Mine is the laughing emotion with tears cuz I'm always laughing at weird crap lol

—What is one word you would use to describe me? I would say 'Creative' 

—Should I make a Social Media fanfic for Jensen and Emeraude (I mean, I'd use her as the faceclaim but I'd make my own character for the story, get me?) 

Odessa didn't like sleeping alone.

She concluded she couldn't slumber accordingly because her source of warmth, contentment, and amenity was no longer beside her. She had tossed and turned relentlessly, so much she was certain the people next-door were growing exasperated with her ceaseless shuffling. She tried snuggling close against the supplementary pillows, barricading herself within the blankets, and even tried stuffing her face deep inside the pillows. Nothing was working, and she hated knowing why she couldn't sleep. She despised knowing she was incapable of sleeping because Dean wasn't beside her.

For the first time in a very long time, Sam casually suggested they purchase Odessa her own motel room, for her sake. She was beginning to smell like their cologne, and her clothes reeked of a mixture of cologne and blood, which wasn't a pleasant combination. Initially, the proposal of having her own room was thrilling and she was more than willing to abandon her boys for one night of soundless sleeping that wasn't intervened with snoring from either of them. Now, she was looking back and deplored her prior actions.

 Glancing towards the blinking neon-red numbers perched on the nightstand beside her bed, she groans were muffled by the pillow stuffed on her face. Nearly two a.m. and she wasn't the slightest bit exhausted. Raking her fingers through her hair, she came to the decision of brewing some coffee and watch whatever was being broadcasted in the core of midnight. There was nothing else she could possibly, she wasn't going to sneak inside Sam and Dean's room and stealthily snuggle in Dean's arms. She could steal Sam's laptop and browse through whatever the internet offered, but that required entering their room and she wasn't sure if she could resist the urge to cuddle beneath Dean's duvets.

Tossing the sheets off her body, Odessa swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. Her toes were enclosed around the fuzzy carpet placed on the floor, and she was appreciative there wasn't hardwood flooring because it'd send shivers down her spine upon contact. The absence of her warm blankets encircled around her physique was a rude awakening of how cold it actually was. Scurrying to the door, she quickly opened the entryway and immediately froze as she witnessed the scene before her.