My Other Half

10. Love, Love, and more Love.

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This man that makes me confused at times. This man that cares for me. This man that had trouble asking me on a date even though he's such a big flirt. This man, who hates himself more than anyone hates him. This man, my man. The man I love. The man that makes me laugh no matter what. He's dead. I let out a heartbroken sob and hugged his body to me. This is all my fault. MY FAULT. 

I couldn't stop sobbing. The broken boy I held in my arms. He died, because of me. And I'm going to find out who did this. I hugged his still body closer and let the sobs take over my body. Holding Dean Winchester. My Other Half.

I was still hugging Dean emotionlessly to my body when my phone started to ring. I got it out and threw it to the side. I cradled Dean in my arms and kept sobbing into his chest, when I felt arms encircle weakly around my waist. ... What?

I pulled away from Dean and his eyes were open and he was smiling weakly at me. 

I let out a cry of relief and hugged him to me. "You're alive. My angel. You're alive. Oh my god. Dean. My Dean you're alive oh god. Oh my god." I heard a faint laugh come from him. "Let's get you to the car come on." I said helping him to the car.

He looked tired when I pulled away from him. He looked so sick. So fragile. I closed the door and walked to the drivers seat. I got in and looked over at Dean. He looked so uncomfortable. He painfully looked over at me. "Just hang in there." He nodded slowly and let out a whimper. I sped up the car and arrived at my new place. 

Yeah, I had to get a new house, because the demons found the other one so here I am. It's not two story like my other one, and it only has one bedroom, but oh well, it's very beautiful and modern. I helped him into the house, and sat him down on the couch, he immediately fell asleep. I looked out the window and saw the sun rising. Wow morning already. I picked up my phone and dialled Sam's number.

"It's 4 in the morning Arabella! What do you want?!" Sam said tired. I sniffled and gripped the phone tight and turned my back to the seemingly sleeping Dean. "Sam, its Dean." I said my voice cracking. 

"What's wrong?" Sam asked now fully alert. I' let out a sob. "He died, but he's not dead. I'm so confused I don't know what to do. Sam please get here as fast as you can." I said and hung up wiping the tears from my face. 

I looked back at Dean and noticed him breathing heavily. I walked over to him and touched his forehead. It went from very warm to normal. I looked at Dean confused, but he just pulled me closer. I softly collapsed on him and noticed how close we were. "Kiss me." He said hoarsely. His voice was almost gone, because of all the smoke he breathed in. "What?" I asked surprised. He wants me to kiss him?!

"Kiss me, Arabella." He demanded softly. I smiled faintly at him and leaned a bit forward and pressed my lips softly on his. I softly pulled away, but he brought his lips back to mine with more strength. The kiss got a bit more heated and he flipped me over, so that he was on top.

Wait... wasn't he injured...? He could barely sit straight in the car from how much pain he was in.

I pulled away and jumped away from the couch. "What the...?" 

Dean looked a lot better. He was smirking at me. Did I help him get cured? I walked over to him and slapped him. Hard. So hard that he went unconcious again. But hey, at least he's breathing. I need time to think. Everything has just been thrown my way, and I just act, but don't think.

I sat down on the loveseat opposite of him, somewhat facing the door. I stared into the distance processing everything that's happened in the last two days.