𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 37 ~ In This War of Hearts

Episode: Season 3 - Red Sky At Morning Pt. 3

Candy-apple green eyes bored into mine and a sigh escaped my lips.

"Dean, what are you doing out here? You're supposed to be back there. With Bela," I said, pulling a sour face when I uttered her name.

He bit his lip and I ignored the somersault it made my heart do, strands of dark hair falling in my face.

"It's not like I chose to come here with her," he grumbled, "Sammy made me,"

I couldn't help but smirk briefly, rolling my eyes at him. Sure, that was the reason.

"Yeah, 'cause that makes sense," I said sarcastically.

Dean huffed, walking closer to me, "It's true! You think I'd actually go out with someone like-"

"-like Bela who has dark hair and a pretty smile. Just like all the other girls you've gone out with?" I challenged him, arching my eyebrows as we came face to face.

I could see every fleck of color in his eyes now, we were so close. And I saw a hint of surprise amongst the mossy-green swirls. He didn't say a word, didn't deny it. Scoffing slightly, I turned to go when I felt his hand grab my wrist gently. His fingers burned into my skin where he touched me, making my breath hitch in my throat.

I swallowed, not daring to look back at him, "Dean, let me go,"

"I can't..." he trailed off.

Slowly, I turned around to face him just as he released my wrist. The moonlight shone behind him, lighting up every feature on his face.

"Why?" I asked, half-way suspicious and the other just curious.

His lips turned up at the corners in half-smile - not a smirk or a cocky grin, an actual, genuine smile.

"You haven't danced with me yet..." he confessed and I felt the air leave my lungs.

Dean actually...wanted to dance with me? He made his way to the Impala then and cranked up the engine before punching the radio button. The stereo hummed to life in the empty field, filling the air with a Ruelle song just as it began to rain lightly. And I couldn't help but smile, recognizing it instantly.

"Come to me in the night hours, " she sang out and Dean slowly walked over to me, "I will wait for you,"

As he stopped in front of me, my eyes met his and he smiled down at me.

"And I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour," the song went on as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "Thoughts of you consume..."

Gently, he rested his hand on my waist and I sucked in a breath, warmth radiating throughout my body. I reached up my hand to rest it on his shoulder, feeling the muscles there beneath his tuxedo. With his other hand, he grabbed mine and intertwined our fingers. His skin was calloused at the fingertips from holding a knife and gun so much but his touch was so gentle, much more so than I would have believed Dean capable to be. The stars twinkled above us as he began to lead, dancing with me in the grass. He was jerky and out of practice at first, just being silly like always and a laugh escaped my lips.

But just as soon as the song came to the chorus, he changed his posture - becoming more formal. I let him lead, my dress fluttering behind me as I did. The headlights of Baby lit up our legs as we danced in front of them, the both of us with big grins plastered to our faces.

"I can't help but love you...even though I try not to,"

He twirled me around and I laughed, making him smile.

"I can't help but want you, I know that I'd die without you..."

Dean held me in place as we continued our dance. I couldn't help but stare up into those deep green eyes of his, those familiar eyes that were now hypnotizing me. His hand moved up ever so slightly, fingers caressing my side, creating a flurry of shivers on my skin underneath the material. But I didn't think he noticed. No, in fact, he seemed too taken by gazing down at me.

"Stay with me a little longer, I will wait for you,"

But why had I come here? Why was I even out here with him? Isn't this illogical? Isn't this not right? I should be with Sam and the others back at the party, trying to solve this case. Besides, the both of us was soaked to the bone by now because of the rain.

"Shadows creep and want grows stronger, deeper than the truth,"

But no, instead, I was out here dancing in the rain with Dean of all people...and I didn't even feel the slightest bit regretful about it. Something about the whole thing felt...right somehow. But wasn't this what everything had been building up to? Maybe it was why I'd been so jealous of all those girls lately - the reason why I felt like someone was stabbing me in the heart whenever I saw him kiss one of them. It was like this immense pain enveloping me, making me feel miserable.

And for what? For Dean? For his sake? I was jealous because Dean was with another girl? But this...right now...just being in his arms felt like I was on Cloud 9. Like every bad memory, every bad thing in my life - it's like he took all that away for a moment.

And with his arms around me, I couldn't deny how much I wanted him right now. He spun me out just then and my hair caught the light breeze, strands of it airborne before he spun me back to him. Almost nose to nose, his candy-apple green eyes connected to mine and just as quick as it had happened, his lips crashed into mine.

"I can't help but love you even though I try not to,"

His soft pink lips glided across mine over and over, the kiss hungry and passionate. I shouldn't like it so much but I did. It was like fireworks going off in my head or a waterfall crashing over a cliff.

"I can't help but want you, I know that I'd die without you,"

All I'd ever wanted in that moment was more - just to kiss him, just to taste him, feel his hands on my hips. He pulled me flush against him then and I gasped at the contact, my hands resting on his broad chest. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own. As we kissed, we backed into the Impala and my back hit the hood as I lied down on it, Dean hovering over me. My fingers tangled in his short, blonde hair as I kissed him fervently, raindrops cascading down our faces.

"I can't help but be wrong in the dark 'cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts,"

In the darkness of the night, his hands slid across my sides gently as his mouth glided across mine, our lips melding together like puzzle pieces. The only thought in my head was how the war we'd had since childhood had turned into this.

"I can't help but want oceans to part 'cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts,"

His lips slid down to my jaw briefly before kissing my mouth again and I felt my heart melt at the touch as I realized that our war was over. We were no longer those fighting little kids anymore. Then it hit me. The realization of it all came tumbling down on me. I couldn't do this. I couldn't fall for Dean.

He was a player, I'd seen it time and time again. Why would he treat me any differently? Why would Dean fall for me? I broke the kiss all of a sudden, pushing him away roughly. His green eyes registered confusion but I just shook my head at him.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I can't, I just...I can't..." I breathed out shakily, taking off running in the direction of the house.

I could hear him calling after me and it brought hot tears to my brown eyes. Because even though I shouldn't be with him, it was much too late. I'd already fallen for Dean Winchester.