Her, To Home

She slapped the hand away which was brushing fingers across her neck. Someone laughed silently, sending a rumbled through her chest and again the brushing started. She slapped the hand away and turned in her sleep, digging herself further into the warm bed.

Bed?

Her eyes bolted open and she came face to face with a dark green wall. Blinking her eyes again and again she tried to remember what was the color of her room’s wall.

Well, she at least doesn’t have dark green walls.

She turned her head the other way and shriek in surprise to see Dean sitting beside her, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, legs; one on other as he stared at with those dangerous eyes which were making her heart race.

Just to look away from his eyes, she looked around the room and found it a cold almost empty place. There was only a mattress on which they were laid on and a dark carpet on the floor. A large window was covered by heavy curtains and a white door which probably leaded outside.

This wasn’t Dean room either.

Probably.

“Where are we?” She whispered finally looking at him. His eyes were now searching her carefully like they were waiting for her to panic or shout.

But she knew it was impossible to feel frightened when he was here with her, she knew she was safe as home with him, always was and always will be. The faith she had in him; he probably didn’t even deserve.

“The place I’m staying.” He replied, shifting slightly so he was closer to her, eyes watching her like a hawk.

She gulped and held her breath, her mind suddenly refused to work.

“Why didn’t you go home?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

She knew he was watching her too closely as she tried to lean back somehow, searching for an escape but he seemed to be caging her, with his eyes and with his body. She could almost feel the heat from his body and she was trying not to tremble.

“Trust me, I went straight home.” He murmured and leaned more closer till he was a hair away from her lips.

Her heart stopped.

“You smell delicious.” He continued in a murmur when she just stared at him, wide eyes. His lips touched the side of her mouth in a soft crease.

No!

She needed to talk to him. She needed answers. She needs to know what exactly did he meant when he told her he is taking her with him.

“I know what you are thinking about.” He whispered, tracing his lips to her jaw and she closed her eyes tightly, her blood was boiling up.

“I meant exactly what I said, I am taking you with me.” He continued while moving his lips to brush along her lips.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Why?” She managed to ask.

She opened her eyes when she felt him lean back, his eyes looking at her with the dark look which seemed to make her want to hide herself. It was leaving her bare in front of him.

Or not.

“I can’t go on without you, no more.” He snarled, his eyes molding her into a possessiveness.

She stared at him in surprise. Why did he sound so angry? Why was there so much anger in his voice? So much force? He didn’t feel guilty for leaving, didn’t blame her then who was the anger aimed at?

As he leaned closer again, she realized that staying around him was getting a dangerous thing. Sooner or later, she will die from the lack of oxygen.

“You stayed two years; you can stay rest of the life as well.” She quietly replied and his eyes flash in anger, making him back away again.

The guilt hit her once more.

“I bloody well can’t! I won’t!” He exclaimed with such force that she shrunk.

His eyes immediately lost the fury and soften. He pulled away from the wall and with a quick move, pulled her over himself so that her stomach rested on his. Her eyes widen but no sound came out of her mouth.

“I want you with me, I can’t live without you.” He stated as she stared at him without a word. She was looking at him like he has grown a second head which probably would be less surprising than this.

“I.. you wan… why… as.. what?” She managed to ask in a jumble up in confusion and frustration. Why did she felt so ridiculous?

“What do you think?” He demanded.

How would I know?

She wanted to demand back but restrain so and answered in a more polite way, “I don’t know.”

She has never felt this helpless in her life. The gods above were probably laughing at her right now. They probably made her this dumb for this very moment.

“As mine, you will stay with me as mine.” He stated.

She just stared at him, in frustration, in confusion, in conflict. She didn’t understand. This wasn’t the Dean she knew, or was he? He always made sure that she was an arm length away from him, no matter what. Yes, he was possessive but she thought that was because he was looking out for her.

“What if I don’t want to come with you?” She asked silently looking away from his eyes.

He was silent for a long time but she still didn’t look at him, she couldn’t.

“Well, that would be a pity.” His voice was bitter, too controlled.

She turned back her eyes slowly to his again though he was not looking at her but was glaring at nothing, his jaw clutched tightly and knuckles white from restrain.

“What is this Dean? What is this? You disappear for two years without a note or message and now you are back to what? So, I can come with you? I don’t even know you, Dean.” She said in helplessness.

“Of course you know me, I’m the same Dean as I was when I was a kid.”

“But you are not, you have not been that Dean for a long, long time.”

“What are you talking about? I am—”

“No, you are not!” She said loudly, firmly.

“The Dean I knew would never be what you became. He would not use girls to get them in bed, he would not drink, he would have maybe pulled a gun on someone but he would never have missed his studies. He would never have not been there for me. So, who are you? Who are you, demanding me to believe you are the Dean I have grown up with, who have been part of my every memory, who have been my best friend…” Her voice was barely a sigh when she said those last two words.

Instead of replying, he gave her a sad smile. For the first time since she knew him, he looked guilty. For what, she had no idea of.

“You ask such questions, sweetheart. You ask questions which held the answer in themselves.”

“Stop speaking in riddles!” She snapped.

“The only thing you need to know is that everything I have ever done was for you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”