𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 6 ~ All In

Episode: Season 4 - Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester Pt. 3

Afterwards, we helped Sam and Bobby defeat the rest of the spirits, never once telling them who had been my ghost. And eventually, all had quieted down. Both Sam and Bobby went to sleep earlier and now it was just me and Dean. Honestly, it made me nervous being around him. We hadn't discussed the kiss or our feelings for each other since it happened and well...I was terrified. I sat down on the stairs, waiting for Dean to fall asleep, too.

I almost thought he already had and I'd be able to sneak into the living room to fall asleep as well when the sudden sound of floorboards squeaking made my head snap up. Green eyes met mine and I smiled sheepishly up at him.

"Not asleep yet?" he asked in a gruff voice and I shook my head 'no' as he sat down beside me on the steps.

It was a tight space there on the stairs and Dean's leg brushed against mine as he clasped his hands together. I ignored the rush of feelings it brought me and we fell into silence. It was a comfortable silence, only broken by the ticking of the clock in the hallway and eventually Dean's own voice.

"We never...." he trailed off, seeming unable to find the words and I sucked in a breath.

"I know..." I said softly, understanding him anyway.

He was silent a moment and I held my breath, waiting on him to speak.

"Parker, I'm sorry. For everything. For-for the deal I made, for leaving you and Sam like that, for the way we fought so much before..." he bit his lip, shaking his head slightly.

I watched him in the darkness, taking in his words as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, too," I whispered and Dean's emerald orbs connected to mine.

"What are you talking about? What do you have to be sorry for?" he asked in confusion.

A sigh escaped my lips and I gazed down at my Disney Villain socks, the face of Maleficent looking back at me.

"I shouldn't have run away like that..." I admitted, finally meeting his gaze, "After you kissed me,"

His tongue flicked out over his plump pink lips and I had to resist the urge then and there to kiss him.

"Truth is...I'm afraid of you, okay?" I confessed, not sure if I felt better or not once the words left my mouth.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I could see the question before he asked it so I plunged ahead.

"You date girl after girl after girl and that's just who you've always been. You never stay with any of them, D. You never have. And I just..." I told him, pausing to shrug, "Why would I be any different? Maybe you can't understand that..."

Dean arched his eyebrows briefly in surprise, clearly not expecting that answer.

"You are different," he said suddenly, catching me off guard.

My brown eyes widened and with gentle fingers, he closed his hand over mine in my lap. His touch was soft on my skin, leaving a trail of fire where he touched me. Letting out a shaky breath, I met his eyes and I saw an emotion I couldn't describe there. One I'd never seen in his eyes but once before...on that day after Sam and I saved him from the djinn.

"I didn't know it for such a long time, Park. I didn't ever see you as anything but Sam's little annoying friend," he admitted, ending in a slight chuckle to which I elbowed him in the ribs before he continued, "But you're so much more than that. And..."

Gently he pushed back a strand of my dark hair that had fallen in my face and tucked it behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek.

"And somewhere along the way, I fell for you. I don't know how or why but I did. And I wouldn't change it for anything. And if you want to try this thing...then I'm all in." he told me honestly, making me smile as I nodded in response.

With one hand, he intertwined our fingers. But my smile melted away when with his other hand still cupping my cheek, his fingers caressed the skin there and slowly, he brought his lips to mine. The touch was like electricity between us, gentler and slower than the first kiss we'd had but just as meaningful. My hands slid up his arms to rest on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingertips. And as butterflies erupted in my stomach by just the mere touch of Dean, I knew this was what I wanted. Maybe what I'd been wanting all along.