Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

VIII

Eight

It was a little after midnight when they arrived back home. Rolling the Impala into the bunker's underground garage, Dean parked it in its designated spot and turned the engine over. The moment he pulled his keys out of the ignition and turned to face Alaine, she'd quickly thrown the passenger door open and slipped out of the car.

Her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, she navigated through the halls until finding herself in the kitchen. She was parched, and in desperate need of something to cool off the burning she felt inside of her. She reached into the fridge and opted for a fresh water bottle. She'd twisted off the cap, her lips pressing to the rim to take a long drink.

She didn't know why, but it felt like her insides were on fire. Maybe it's the anxiety from having been so close to Dean, she'd wondered.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair and closed her eyes. She tried to will away the thoughts running rampant in her head, but found that she couldn't. All she could see, think and feel was Dean. The way his body heat engulfed her whenever he stood too close, the sound of his husky voice every time he'd say her name; the way he smelled—it all seemed to add on to the emotions she'd feel when in his presence.

As the days passed, she realized it was becoming harder for her to be around him. The tension at times would be so palpable that if she wanted to, she could cut clean through it with a butter knife. Just being in the same room sometimes felt like it was too much. It was all digging up memories and feelings from the past, and she didn't know exactly how to handle it.

It only took about three weeks of living under the same roof as Dean for her to figure out that after so many years, she was still attracted to him— even more so now. They were different people, older and with alot of baggage to carry. It wasn't the same as when they were just a couple of kids looking to explore emotions they didn't fully understand. They were now adults, and Alaine wondered what it'd feel like to dive back into what they'd once had.

Just like that time when you almost agreed to having drunk sex?

The intrusive voice in the back of her mind reared her. That moment had been one of poor judgment. She'd been intoxicated, and had it not been for her still working conscious, she would've ended up doing something she knew she'd regret.

Wanting Dean was one thing. Hell, the attraction was there, and so was the desire. She didn't need to question if he felt the same way. She was smart enough to know when a man wanted her. Especially a man of Dean Winchester's caliber.

So, if there was something obviously there, why not just act upon it?

There was a simple answer to that. Fear. Alaine was downright terrified, not of Dean, but of what would happen if she gave into the feelings inside of her. She knew that after one time, she would end up wanting more. Not more in the intimate aspect, but of the emotional kind. She'd crave to be closer, to mean more to him than just a friend—or a casual screw. When she thought about it, her heart was inkling towards it already.

She liked Dean. In fact, she was sure it had to be more than just that. Love? Maybe not exactly, but at least somewhat close.

Why not just tell him?

Again, there was a simple answer. Knowing what she knew of Dean—his carefree lifestyle, and noncommittal tendencies—she'd end up making a complete fool out of herself. He wasn't the kind of man to be tied down to just one woman. She knew she wouldn't be enough, and that sooner or later he'd find someone else to pass the time with. Emotionally, Alaine knew she wouldn't be able to handle something like that. After the history they've shared, and what he's meant to her for so long, she thought it best to just leave things as they were, regardless if that was what she truly wanted.