My secret lover

Chapter 27

I wake up the next morning with a killer headache, dean's arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I groan, running my hands through my hair.

"Come on! Let's dance!" I slur, stumbling over to dean as he talks to Seth and roman. "Magic, there you! Are you drunk?!" He asks, gripping my shoulders. I half smile at him. "I dunno. I just wanna dance." I say, then laugh insanely. Dean sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. "Let's go back home. I'm gonna have to explain this to your parents now..." He groans, taking my hand in his and motioning for Seth and roman to follow us. "Dude, just let her sober up a little. Let's stay here, you can get her a soda and try to get her to act normal." Seth says, pulling on dean's arm. Dean looks at me and I nod along to what Seth was saying. I wanna stay too. Dean shrugs, letting go of my hand. I let out a 'whoop' and run back over to roman. "Roman, let's dance! You don't even have to tell dean!" I say, pulling on his arms. He tenses up, looking unsurely at dean. I look over at him and he's talking to the bartender. "Pleeeeeaaaaassseee?" I whine. Roman sighs. "Magic, you know you're my favorite person, but I don't think we should be dancing together." He says sternly. I snort at him. "We'll be well behaved!" I pout. He shrugs. "One dance." He smiles. I nod and drag him to the dance floor.

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing and sneaking drinks without dean knowing. "Good morning princess. How are you feeling?" Dean's groggy voice asks, making me jump a little in surprise. "My head hurts." I say quietly. I turn to face him. "I love you. And you could've just brought me home last night." I say, rubbing my hand across his cheek. He shrugs, leaning in to kiss me. He does and things almost instantly heat up. His tongue collides with mine and I moan. It explores every inch of my mouth and mine does the same to his. He grabs my butt, causing me to gasp then moan as he kneads it. I start grinding on him and I feel his hard poking my inner thigh. "I love you so much." I whisper breathlessly. "I know. I love you too." He mumbles, his lips against mine. He plays with the zipper of my dress from last night but we're interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yeah?" I ask, ripping myself away from dean. "U-um, m-magic Hun, come ou-out here in a minute please." Helen says shakily. I furrow my eyebrows and look to dean. He shrugs and I put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Dean puts on basically the same, only he puts on a T-shirt instead. We walk into the hall and I stop when we get to the living room. My aunt Carla and uncle Lois are sitting on the couch with my parents and Seth and roman are sitting on the love seat. They all seem shaken up, especially Seth and my aunt and uncle. "What's going on?" I ask. My mom looks up at me, tears in her eyes. I rush over to her. "What happened?" I ask, brushing hair out of her face. My headache was now gone, along with the hangover. "It's about Rachel." Seth whispers, staring at the floor. "What about Rachel?" I ask, panicking. "Babe, calm down. I'm sure she's fine." Dean tries to assure me. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind. The look on everyone else's face tells me otherwise. "What happened?" I ask again, tears stinging the back of my eyes. "She committed sui-sui-" the words don't continue to come out of Carla's mouth as she breaks down, crying into my uncle's shoulder. My mom and dad instantly start to cry again and so does my uncle. I feel my knees give out and I become numb. Dean catches me before I can fall to the ground. The tears begin to flow from my eyes and I can't hold them back. They come full force and dean turns me so I'm facing his chest. I cry into his chest, my hands gripping his shirt so tight my knuckles are white. Dean rubs my back, 'sh'ing me to try to sooth me. "It's ok, it's gonna be ok." He whispers. I cry out in agony as it actually hits me of what happened. She's gone. She's dead. She's never coming back. She left me. Just like my real dad did when he started drinking. Just like when my real mom started not taking her medication and became a bitch. Just like dean will. And so will Helen, and Steve, and Seth, and roman. Dean pulls my legs up around his waist, holding me closer to him. I feel him walks us somewhere, and my back hits a bed. Probably my bed. Dean holds me to his chest and runs his fingers through my hair. "She's gone." I whisper. Dean looks down at me and I look up at him. "I know. But I'm here, and I'm not gonna leave." He says, giving me an encouraging smile. He wipes my tears away with his thumb. "Yes you will. You're gonna have to go back to wrestle, and I'll be all alone." I whisper. Dean shakes his head. "I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'll do something so you won't be alone." He tells me, kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, snuggling into him. The tears silently flow from my eyes as I listen to dean's breathing. She left me here after we promised each other we would stay best friends forever. I cry for awhile, dean holding me, drawing little patterns on my side, or lower back. Finally, as it starts to get dark, I fall asleep to the sound of his breathing, the only thought consuming my mind; I want to leave the world and be with you, Rachel.

DEAN POV

I look down and notice magic finally fell asleep. I sigh, gently getting up, careful not to wake her. I open the door and quietly close the door behind me. I walk into the living room, and see Roman sleeping on the couch. I walk past him and go into the kitchen. I see Seth, sitting at the table, staring at nothing. "Hey." I say, making him look up slowly. "It's my fault, isn't it?" He says, his voice cold and hollow, just like his eyes, which are brimmed with tears. I shake my head, sitting next to him. "I don't know why she did it. But you're not the reason; you couldn't be." I tell him. I'm not the best at trying to make people feel better, but for my friends and magic, I'll try. "They found a note, she-she was pregnant." He says, his gaze still on the floor. My eyes grow. "Wow." Was all my genius brain could think of. "I was gonna be a dad. You know how bad I wanted to be a dad." He says and I swear I saw a tear fall from his eye. My heart breaks a little for him. I know how bad he wanted to be a dad. For almost his whole relationship with his last girlfriend, he asked her to try for one. But she didn't want one, which is why he forced himself to move on. "I was the last person she talked to. And that's when she broke up with me. She told me she couldn't do it anymore. I thought she meant us. But she didn't. She fucking meant she wanted to die, dean! And I didn't even realize it." Seth says. I pat him on the shoulder. "I don't know what to say man, I know this sucks, but it sucks for all of us. And we're gonna have to fight through it." I give him an encouraging smile. He sniffles, nodding his head a little. I realize that it was almost harder for him then for magic. Not only did he lose his girlfriend, who he was madly in love with, but his unborn child that he didn't know he had. I get up, pat his shoulder a little again, and start back to magic's room. I go into the hall and bump into magic's aunt- Rachel's mom. "Oh, sorry." I mumble. She smiles sadly at me. "It's fine dear. So you're the one magic's been seeing?" She says, wiping her nose with a raggedy Kleenex. I nod. "Yes m'am." I say. "Make sure she stays happy my dear, I don't know what my sister and Steve would do if something happened to her, especially now." She says sadly. I bite my lip, nodding. What do I do? Do I hug her? Would that be weird? "Is she sleeping?" She asks. "Yeah, it took her awhile to finally fall asleep." I tell her. She smiles. "Good. Now go get back to her." She says, then pulls me in for a hug. She holds me tighter then I do, making me feel uncomfortable. This family is broken now. I have to make sure that they are taken care of so magic can be happy. She pulls back and says a quick goodbye, leaving me alone. I walk back to magic's room and pull open the door. What I see makes my heart break a thousand times. She presses the blade a little harder as she makes a face to go with it before she let's out a little whimper. "Magic," I say softly, making her look up slowly at me, hurt evident in her features. "I'm sorry dean! I didn't mean! I swear!" She says panicky, shoving the blade back into her drawer.