Fallen

Chapter Twenty-Seven

     Dean and I lie in each other's arms underneath his blankets. My head rests on his chest as my arm lays draped across his stomach. We lie there catching our breath for a moment until I roll over on top of him so that our bare chests are pressed against each other.

     I prop myself up just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. This time was so much different than all the others. It felt real. Genuine. I thought that's how all the other times felt at the time, but now I realize that I was wrong. It was only genuine on my end. Now I know what it feels like for it to be completely impartial. It felt like my first time again. In a way, I suppose it was. My first real time. My first time with someone who I know really loves me.

     Dean looks down from my eyes, and I feel him start drawing squiggles on the skin just under my collarbone with his finger. I look down to see that he's tracing over my tattoo. I smile and look back up at him.

     "Still a good fit?" I smirk.

     He smiles but doesn't look up. "Yeah." He traces the star, then moves his hand to my shoulder and looks up at me.

     My left hand rests on his chest while my right advances toward his head to card my fingers through his messy hair. His eyes close, and a gentle smile spreads across his face. He takes my free hand in his and reopens his beautiful green eyes.

     "I love when you do that," he says, bringing my hand up to kiss my knuckles.

     "Mm, and I love when you do that," I hum. He smiles, leans up, and plants his lips on mine.

     "I love you," he whispers.

     My cheeks turn pink. I'm still not used to hearing that come from a guy. "I love you too." We kiss again before I roll back over and the two of us drift off to sleep.


The next morning, Dean makes breakfast like usual. But the air has changed. Everything feels different. Simple things like the way he sets my plate down in front of me and the way he smiles at me when he takes his seat across from me seem to have so much more meaning now. I can't explain it. It's like all tension from the world has lifted.

     Sam notices. "Okay, what is the deal with you two?" He says.

     I look at Dean, who's eyeing down his brother. "What do you mean?" He asks.

     "I mean you guys are acting weird. You're both all blushy and won't stop smiling at each oth-" Sam goes from looking almost accusing to having a look of realization in an instant. Then he turns his attention back to his breakfast and smirks to himself. "Never mind."

     My cheeks blush profusely. I keep my head down to hide the crimson color. I flash my eyes back up at Sam. He meets my gaze. He still wears his smirk, but his eyes speak with a different tone. A concerned tone.

     I glance at Dean to make sure he's not looking at me. He stares down at his plate as he jabs at his eggs with his fork, trying to collect as much as possible. I shake my head at him and turn back to Sam.

     'It's okay,' I mouth to him. He nods. Just before I can look back down to my breakfast, Sam's eyes glow blue and he sits up straight. "Zeke?" I say.

     Dean looks up at me for a split second before turning to the angel. "What's wrong?" He asks.

     "The other angels are talking," Zeke answers. "Apparently, a large search team of angels is being formed to look for Castiel. They're saying that they need to seek revenge on him for aiding Metatron in getting us all banished from Heaven."

     "He didn't do that on purpose," Dean says.

     "Yeah, he didn't know what he was doing," I add.