Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

44 | Sacrifice [ Abort Mission-Crowley's High ]

44 | Sacrifice [ Abort Mission—Crowley's High ]

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR." Clarissa says, dangling her legs in the air she is seated on the Impala's trunk. "It just seems all so...fast."

"Yeah," Dean walks closer to her, and stands in between the space of her legs, "and I met the most wonderful girl. She's beautiful—inside out." Dean inches closer to her until their noses are touching.

In any other normal occasion, she would've slap his arm playfully, laughing, and tell him how cheesy he was, but now was different. As their hot breaths mingled together, there was this strong sense of connection in between them. Like they understood the look in each other's eyes even without muttering a word.

"Clarissa Hawkings—you mean so much to me. Will you become my girlfriend?"

Oh..

Of course she wanted to say yes! Of course she wanted to take away the nervous look on his face, and of course she wanted to kiss him like there was no tomorrow! But Castiel's words echoed in her mind and she's reminded that her life would end soon. She was afraid that she'd raise Dean's hopes up for a perfect relationship, or how he'd be shattered when she would...move on to another life.

Dean's growing anxious by the minute without her response. Disappointment washed over Dean, so he pulls away, discouraged. With one glance at Dean's disheartened spirit, she melted right then and there.

To hell with it.

She grabbed a fistful of his jacket and crashed her lips on his.

For a few seconds, Dean is in shock. Both their bodies are on fire, and their hearts are pounding away. He melts into the kiss moments later and places a hand on the small of her back. Clarissa's fingers had somehow knotted themselves into his locks, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he loved it.

The kiss was anything but innocent,

It was hit, fiery, passionate, and demanding.

This is Clarissa's answer.

Ironic, you see. As Sam's getting his blood purified in the confession box, these two are kissing away.

Their lips move in sync, not being able to get enough of how soft and sweet each others' lips were. Cliche as it sounds, they were on cloud 9.

Before they could take it further, a voice interrupts them.

"Dean, I need your help."

The two jumped out of their skin and quickly pulled away ( much to their dismay ) but when they realised it was their familiar feathery friend, they relaxed.

"Little busy, Cas. Go get a number."

"I'm afraid this can't wait. Naomi has taken Metatron."

The urgency was obvious in his voice, Castiel's fists Are clenched and his feet is shuffling.

"And you know Metatron how?" Dean asks, voice gruff.

"I've been working with him on the Angel trials."

"The what?"