I Couldn't Protect Her

You Want Me To What?

The sun shone on Dean's face the very next morning, his face screwed up, eyes tightly shut as he turned his head to the right and his lips ended up pressing against something soft and sweet smelling, he pulled back slightly and blinked his tired eyes open, drawing his head back slightly so he could look down

He was met by a head of brown hair scattered all over his chest and neck, an arm thrown over his waist and legs tangled between his, Ashlyn's face peaceful as she twitched her cute little nose lightly against his chest

Memories from last night came flooding back in waves in Dean's mind and a big, stupid dopey smile spread across his face, he and Ashlyn made love. But then, Dean's mind wandered to earlier yesterday, the conversation with Finn was rampant in his mind. That asshole Styles- god.

Then he remembered last night, Ashlyn was on his lap and he ran his hands over her scars and had avoided it for the rest of the night. He bit his lip as he looked at her again, then slowly, he brought his hand that was around her waist further up and he closed his eyes as he lightly began tracing where the scar still had a jagged edge, he traced over the two letters and felt his head start to hurt as he imagined the shit that AJ put this beautiful girl through

"Finn told you about it didn't he?"

Dean's hand froze as he heard the sleep riddled angelic voice ask, and then her head moved on his chest so she was now staring up at him

"I-" Dean paused, not knowing exactly what to say, or what he should say

She sighed and sat up, she looked at him and shook her head, Dean felt his heart drop, he quickly grabbed her hand before she got off the bed

"I don't see you any differently." He said truthfully

"Yeah?" Ashlyn asked dryly and Dean swallowed and he begun shaking his head

"Ash- what he did to you, has nothing to do with you. He was just sick and twisted, I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world when I first saw you, and every little detail and ounce of strength that I learn about you, just makes you all the more beautiful to me." He admitted and then he took her hand and looked straight into her eyes

"I'm scarily in love with you Ashlyn. I love you. Last night, we made love, not because I felt like I had to, but because I wanted to. I wanted to hold you and touch you and love you, you're my girl and no one, not even AJ fucking Styles can take you away. You're mine. Needed to make sure you knew that no matter what happened to you in the past, that you're loved by me and I'll accept you no matter what. I love you." He explained, pressing a kiss to the back of her hands

Ashlyn had tears gathered in her eyes at Dean's sweet words and the honesty in his eyes as he spoke.

"I love you so much," she cried and began shaking her head, she couldn't believe how lucky she was to have this beautiful man to call hers

"I love you too," he replied, smiling warmly and she brought shaky hands up to cup his cheeks and they laughed as they leaned their foreheads together

Dean smiled at her and brought his hand up to grasp her chin, then his grin softened as he met her shining eyes and he leaned forward to brush their lips together in a soft kiss

"Love you," he said softly against her lips and she laughed happily

"I love you too, so fucking much." She admitted and he smiled widely

"You'll never have to go through any heartbreak while you're with me, I promise Ash, I'll take care of you and cherish you," Dean continued on

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" She asked tearfully and Dean grinned and softly kissed her lips