Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

VI

Six

The incessant blaring of a cellphone ringing in the distance startled Alaine awake. Her eyes flew open, her hand reaching for her phone on the bedside table. Upon inspection, she came to realize that it hadn't been her receiving a call so early in the morning. Dean's phone was stuffed into the pocket of his jeans draped over a chair, it's generic ringtone playing on a loop.

With a grunt of annoyance, she shifted around in bed, her body turning to face him. She'd intended to wake him, but the moment her eyes fell on him, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

He was lying on his side. Half of his face was buried into the pillow propped underneath his head. His sculpted lips were parted slightly to accommodate his shallow breaths, and his jaw relaxed. He looked peaceful.

And beautiful...

The sweep of his long lashes rested delicately against his cheekbones. She couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer. She moved her gaze along the hard angles defining his face, taking her time to count the many freckles speckling across the bridge of his crooked nose.

"A picture would actually last you longer."

Slowly, Dean's lids fluttered open to reveal the dazzling green of his eyes. He smirked, his gaze settling onto the shocked expression Alaine now bore.

"What? I wasnt—"

"Staring?" Dean chuckled, his voice made huskier by morning gruffness. "I think you were."

Alaine blinked. She furrowed her brows, pulling back to sit upright. "How the hell would you even know? You were asleep."

"Half asleep," Dean corrected. "And I still got that sixth sense, remember?"

"Whatever." Mumbling under her breath, Alaine yanked the covers away from her body. She swung her legs over the side of the mattress. "By the way, your phone was ringing not too long ago."

Dean watched her climb out of bed. He propped himself up onto his elbow as a hand moved to scratch at the stubble on his jaw. "Did you answer it?"

"No."

"Did you at least see who was calling?"

"Nope."

Moving over to her duffle bag sitting atop the table, Alaine rummaged through its contents for a fresh change of clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans along with a worn out baseball tee. Grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste, she turned to see Dean already making his way into the bathroom.

Quickly, she changed out of her sleepwear. After pulling on her boots, and putting her clothes away, she crossed the room, toiletries in hand, and waltzed right through the door.

Dean's head whirled around from where he stood, barefoot in front of the toilet. He cast a glance behind him, his eyes finding Alaine's as she carelessly stepped into the bathroom.