Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

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Ten

It was a humid July afternoon. Alaine had been inside the bunker, keeping to herself while Dean had gone into town to pick up some things. Two long weeks had come and gone, and in that time frame, things had changed even more for the two.

For Dean, spending so much time in close proximity to Alaine had begun to drive him out of his mind. With the realization of the fact that he was unbearably attracted to her, he was finding it more difficult to control himself around her. He'd resorted to avoiding Alaine as much as he possibly could just to play it safe.

Whether in the kitchen, walking past one another in the halls, or bumping into each other in the library, each short encounter with her added onto his growing frustration. They'd only been out on two recent hunts and on both, they had been forced to share a motel room. She'd been against letting him sleep on the floor, leaving him no choice but to climb into bed with her. It had been absolute torture having to endure being so close.

Even being trapped within the confines of his Impala for hours on end with her by his side was enough to drive him up a wall. They'd do some light chatting and Dean would struggle to keep himself from looking at her. He'd go on to surreptitiously admire her every chance he got and it was never for long. He'd stare for a brief moment before tearing his gaze away and forcing his attention to be on something else.

Looking from the outside, the situation was almost laughable. He'd rarely ever look her in the eyes, would avoid any sort of physical contact, and on rare occasions would become breathless whenever she'd stand too close. He'd been bold enough to kiss her that night in the kitchen. He knew what he'd done, he knew why he'd wanted to do it, but now, he wasn't sure why he was so hesitant to do it again.

Dean was one to take whatever he wanted without a moment's thought, which made no sense when it came to Alaine. If it were any other woman, he'd seduce her into sleeping with him and completely have his way with her. He couldn't deny that he desired nothing more than to be intimate with her, to feel her in ways that'd been engraved into his memory. However, there was something else brewing inside of him; something foreign. It was enough to rid him of the need to take whatever women crossed his path to bed. He no longer sought sex from strangers. Dean couldn't understand it, but for whatever strange reason, his thoughts, the carnal yearning all centered onto one person:

Alaine.

It was something completely...unexpected. The more he kept himself away, the more he wanted her. And yet, his longing wasn't as simple as something solely sexual. It was driven by an emotion he couldn't comprehend. It kept him up at night, it stopped him from thinking of anything else other than her. The unknown feeling had turned into a tether, linking him to her.

It was as if he'd woken up one day and no longer saw her as his childhood friend, or the sweet, young girl he'd lost his innocence to. He'd look at her and would see the strong, beautiful woman she'd turned out to be; a woman he couldn't help but want in ways he never thought were possible.

Whatever attraction he felt was now developing into something entirely different, and it was earlier this morning when the realization suddenly struck him.

He'd walked in on her cleaning the kitchen. Music had been playing softly from her phone sitting on the counter while she wiped down the stove with a soapy dish rag. It was something in Spanish; he'd been able to tell by the way her hips moved to the tropical rhythm. She'd been in her element, completely unaware of his lurking presence in the doorway. She hummed along to the song, her ponytail swinging as she swayed her head from side-to-side. In that moment, she looked breathtaking, and Dean's heart had jumped into a wild gallop at the sight of her.