Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

IX

Nine

Alaine woke up the next morning feeling as if she'd been trampled by a wild stampede. When she opened her eyes, she'd been met with darkness, and a throbbing headache that threatened to split her skull in half.

Damn hangovers, she grumbled in thought.

She rolled around in bed to lay on her stomach, a frown quickly settling between her brows when a subtle groan came from behind her. It was then that the arm she hadn't realized had been draped across her waist tightened its hold.

For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was, but then a familiar sent whipped into her nose and she realized the person lying next to her was Dean.

Admist the dark, Alaine could faintly make out his silhouette. She remembered spending time in his room last night after coming back from the bar. They'd watched a movie, then somewhere in the middle of it she ended up falling asleep.

Guess that explains why she woke up in his bed.

However, there were other details of the night she couldn't recall with clarity. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing; something important. She thought back to everything she'd done. She remembered beating Dean at pool, she also remembered being harassed by some creep before leaving the bar to come back home. Anything after that was a blur.

She decided to let whatever it was come to her naturally. Stealing a glance over Dean's shoulder, she looked at the digital clock. It was a quarter past ten, which meant it was time for her to get up. She tried to wriggle out of Dean's hold without waking him. She'd managed to pry his heavy arm off of her as delicately as she could, yet hadn't gotten far enough to escape. She felt him stir beside her, another soft groan spilling from his lips before subconsciously, he pulled her flush against him.

Her face now burrowed into the crook of his neck, Alaine sighed in defeat and settled into mattress.

Who would've thought Dean Winchester was a cuddler?

The thought was sort of amusing. They'd shared a bed quite a few times on hunts, yet she'd never woken up with him wrapped all around her like this. He'd always keep his distance, never failing to respect her boundaries.

Was it because this bed was smaller than the others?

The standard mattress size in all of the bunker's bedrooms was a Full. She hadn't noticed it until now, but that hardly gave two people enough room to freely move around. This was her first time falling asleep in Dean's bed, and although it wasn't uncomfortable, space was definitely limited.

Of course it felt comfortable. Who the hell would even think about complaining in a situation like this?

Alaine found herself contemplating foregoing her need to pee just so she could enjoy this moment a little longer. It felt right, the way Dean's body molded perfectly against the contours of hers. She breathed him in, the scent of his skin making her stomach flutter in content. For a few minutes, Alaine tried to will herself back to sleep. She'd closed her eyes and let the steady sound of his breathing fill her ears. Underneath the covers, the heat that softly emanated from him blanketed her. It was soothing, but the urgency to empty out her bladder hadn't let up in the slightest. She groaned in frustration.

"Someone sounds like they're havin' trouble sleeping."

Dean's voice had been sudden, the remnants of sleep heavy in his words. She tensed at the sound of it.

"Dean? How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," he'd replied, huskily.

His warm breath fanned across her ear, drawing up goosebumps to the surface of her skin. She managed to supress a shudder.