Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

56- Sweet But a Psycho

My palms were clammy as we walked up to Dean's room. It was dumb, considering we've slept together (sleep, not sex) but now that our relationship was being redefined, I didn't know where this left us. Were we going to sleep on the same bed? Cuddle? Make out?

I wasn't sure where the line was being drawn, but worse, I wasn't sure I wanted to draw the line at all.

I mean, yeah he broke my trust multiple times, but it's not like I didn't do the same thing. Not to mention, it wasn't like he cheated on me. Ultimately, we both had the same intentions: to keep each other safe. The communication was off, but maybe now we could talk things out and try harder.

Dean seemed to be having the same hesitant thoughts as me because we both awkwardly stood near the bed, unsure of what to do.

"Do you..."

"I don't mind if we share," I said before I could back out. The widest grin split his face, not making me regret a single thing.

It's so funny how for months, I was moping over him, thinking he chose someone else. If I had just opened my eyes or even confronted him, I would've been saved so much pain. Think about how much water I wasted with my tears.

"Here." He tossed me a t-shirt he magically pulled out from God knows where. I thanked him and rushed to the bathroom to change and wash my face. Once I felt clean, I came back out, wearing only his shirt.

Damn, I was such a tease. Sleeping in his bed with only his shirt on? Maybe I should wear my jeans.

Nope, I hate sleeping in jeans.

Even though he was the one giving me the clothes, his eyes widened as I stepped out. They not-so-subtly swept over my entire body, lingering longer on my legs.

Note to self: Dean has a leg fetish.

Regardless of how things were, I felt myself blush under his intense gaze. A shiver raked through my body, thanks to the brutal weather outside. He noticed and snapped out of his daze. "Are you sure you're okay with sharing the bed? I can sleep on the floor or share a room with Damien..."

"I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor of your own room," I snorted, climbing into the queen-sized bed. I sat up against the headboard and let the blanket pool at my waist.

Dean changed while I was in the bathroom so he was ready for bed. Normally he slept without a shirt but he kept it on, probably for my sake, not that I would've minded. He copied my actions and sat next to me, keeping a hair's width distance between us. I could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body.

I wanted to sleep so badly, I was exhausted, but something about Dean being so close made my brain go on overdrive. Maybe it was the fact that we were both alone and sober for once, with no distractions. Or the fact that he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't spit it out.

After minutes of him opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, I sighed. "You obviously want to say something."

His lips formed a straight line as he eyed my facial expression. "If you're sleepy, we don't have to."

"I'm fine."

His eyes nervously flickered around, thinking of the right words to say. "Can I tell you about our time apart?" he asked so softly that I strained to hear.

This wasn't what I was expecting at all. I thought he was going to ask about us or maybe set some boundaries. It's safe to say I was taken aback.

"Sure." I put on my most encouraging smile, urging him to continue. I wasn't sure if I'd like what he had to say, but he wanted to get it off of his chest and who was I to stop him?