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chapter 9

I had to admit, the brothers didn't seem to be so bad. I mean Sam - he was good for Lyra, and I am glad they had found each other. I really felt like they made a good team. Hearing Lyra laugh when she was with him made me happy too, and that just proved my point. And also the older Winchester - he was definitely another kind of person, a lot sassier, maybe even rude from time to time - I only say Mick - but he deeply cared for his brother and therefore also about his happiness. He had a big heart, even if he didn't show it all the time. And as if the recent events hadn't been enough, I also met an angel. Castiel was never too far away from Dean, if I understood that correctly.

It was nice that Lyra drove me home. To Mick, I meant. I had no idea how to work things out between us. I deeply cared for him, but I knew so little about his lifestyle, his whole being. What if I wasn't enough for him? I was thinking too much, I knew that. Fate wouldn't have brought us together if we weren't right for each other. I didn't want to screw this up with him though, especially not after his failed marriage several decades ago. I bet that dating changed a lot over the years, this all must be new for him, too. Brain, just shut up please.

I was standing in front of his door, lifting my hand to knock when he opened it. ,,Beth." ,,Hi.", I smiled. He pulled me inside and against his chest. ,,Hey, doll." ,,Are you okay, Mick?" ,,Mhm. Let us just stay like this for a second." I breathed in his scent and my heart grew three sizes at the comfort it brought me. He squeezed me one last time and then took a look at me. ,,I'm happy you're here." ,,I'm happy I'm allowed to be here." ,,You wanted to talk?" There it was again. The fear of screwing up, the fear of not being what he wants nor what he needs. ,,I just want to make this right with you. I don't know a lot about you, your life. The times have changed and so did dating over the years, I suppose and-" ,,We're dating?" ,,What? I mean.. Kinda? Maybe? No, I guess..." ,,There is something you must know about me, Miss Collins", he leaned closer to my ear, ,,I don't start dating someone until I got to take them out on a real date." ,,I.. Yeah, I get that and I also didn't want to pressure you, I apologize if I did-" ,,So, Miss Collins, would you do me the honor of going out with me?"

My breath got caught and I had to process what the vampire had just asked me. ,,Mick, I-I would love to." ,,Awesome." He helped me to take off my jacket and put my bag inside. ,,I must say, this dress looks really pretty on you." My eyes darted to the ground and I bit my lower lip. ,,Thank you." As I looked back up, I could finally pay more attention to his own clothes. He was wearing a long sleeved Henley shirt again, a darker one than yesterday and dark sweatpants instead of jeans. ,,You look relaxed.", I commented. ,,I knew you would come over and you're here, so yeah I am." I smiled warmly at him.

,,Do you trust me, Beth?" ,,Of course.", I answered without hesitation. ,,Follow me, then." He took my hand and lead me upstairs to the roof. ,,What are we doing here?" ,,How often have you danced underneath the stars?" ,,Are you serious?", I squealed and grabbed his hand, maybe a little too tight. ,,What, did you think I can't dance? I was a musician in the twenties. Played the guitar and sang in a band." ,,Wow.", was the only thing that came to my mind. ,,Dancing is something I am fairly good at, so-", he declared, ,,I thought I might impress you with it." I giggled. ,,You already impressed me with the whole scene here." And I wasn't kidding. He had laid out a few blankets and lit up some candles, next to the music player. ,,Well, I don't always have the chance to take out my pretty girl." ,,Mick-" ,,No, hush. I even have the perfect song for us." He walked over to the player and pressed a button before he came back to me. ,,Can I have this dance?" He held out his hand to me. ,,With pleasure."

Now, maybe I should add that I have never really danced before, at least not like this, not this close to a man I so deeply cared about. He slid his arm around my waist and took my hand in his other one, pulling me close. ,,I'm sorry if I step onto your feet", I whispered and he smiled. ,,I can handle a lot." As soon as I heard the first note, my heartbeat began to quicken. ,,This is Elvis." ,,I saw him on stage, many, many years ago. When I heard the song earlier you were the first thing that came into my mind."