Her, To Home

With that he went out himself and disappeared in the rain. Sara heard the bumper being opened and the next thing she knew her door was being opened. Dean was standing there, with a large hood in hand. Without asking her anything, he pulled the hood over her body, making a sound of surprise escape her mouth.

Next thing she know, she’s being dragged through the rain with his hood over her face, shielding her from rain. She finally recognizes where was. She hasn’t been here for two years now.

Cliff side caves, why were they here?

He was almost picking her up while dragging her to the caves. She followed silently, why? Because she knew that he can never hurt her. He will usually punch any girl in the throat but her? Never.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

When they reached the inside of caves, he finally let go, at least put a distance between them. Brushing his wet hair from his face he was staring right at her.

Sara ignored his eyes and pulled the hood away from her face, drying her hair with her fingers. To her surprise, a second hand join hers and start drying her hair. It was gentle and soft compare to the man they belonged to. Sara silently let him to it without looking at him.

“Why are you not looking at me?” he demanded angrily while turning her face towards himself.

The hand which held her face was setting fire on her skin, making her face warm even if the rest of her body was ice cold.

“Why are we here?” she asked instead.

His eyes danced in fire which was always there when he looked at her.

“So, we can talk.”

“About…?”

“Everything.”

“Everything…?”

“Everything.”

She closed her eyes and the question she wanted to ask was on the edge of her tongue. Why did he kiss her?

But she didn’t ask it. She didn’t have the courage, she wasn’t strong enough to get hurt by his words in reply.

She opened her eyes again and met again with his soul capturing eyes which seem to be encouraging her, calming her and at the same time, shaking her inside and making her heart race.

“Why are you back?” she finally asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“To see me? But that’s ridiculous, two years and you finally found the time to see—-” her words were stuck because his hand came down on her mouth.

“I didn’t come here to see you. I came here to take you with me.”

Her eyes went wide in surprise and shock. What did he just say?

He slowly removed his hand but kept it on her cheek as he stared at her with a patient look.

She could help but laugh, she wasn’t laughing because she found it funny, she was laughing because this was plain ridiculous!

Suddenly a hand covered her mouth making her laugh stuck in her throat as she stared at him in surprise.

“As much as I adore the sound of your laugh, I do not like the reason you are laughing at.”

She glared at his hand over her mouth and then turned her glare to his angry face.

She tried to snap at him but it went in vain as it came out muffled. Now that she was done being amused, she was angry, no she was furious. How dare he? How could he?

Yet a part of her was dancing inside, jumping in happiness but other was clawing out to beat him senseless. Hurt him in some way so she would stop feeling like some trash he got bored of and left to be used again. Just hurt him in some way so he would know what she went through. How badly he had hurt her.

The second he removed his hand, she snapped. She starts punching him, hitting with all the force she had, she could measure and he just stood there, taking her every blow without a word, just staring at her. Finally, when she couldn’t bring any more strength, she let her arms fall on her side. She was drained and yet the pain didn’t lessen. She felt a single tear escape her eye and before she could wipe it away, she was held from strong hands which seem to be caging her so near that she could feel the drumming of his heart.

She moved her head to meet his eyes and for the first time since she had known him, she saw agony in his eyes. She wasn’t always the best reader of eyes but she could recognize this emotion anywhere. She had seen it in eyes of the image which stared at her in mirror. It had stared at her when she used to be alone. She had carried it with her everywhere she went before he came back.

“I don’t want you crying.” He repeated the words from the car but the difference was huge, where he had said them before with a harshness, now he was begging them.

“What do you want me to do then?” She asked. She would give him anything if only he would stay.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then she was pushed away harshly from him with such force that she almost fell down. She blinked in surprise and stared at him. He had his back facing her and she could see him shaking just like he was one week ago in her room and then he was pacing around while glaring at her, trying to calm his breath. His eyes were accusing like this, his state was all her fault.

But before she could ask, he shouted, “I can’t even breath the same air as you without thinking about kissing you.”

What?

Did he just said what she thought?

“I’m sorry.” This was all she could think to say.

“You’re sorry.” He snorted while still pacing and then continued, “I can’t think straight anymore now. I’ve been trying to strengthen my control for a week and just being this near made me snap again.”

He lost her there.

What was he talking about?

He suddenly stopped pacing. He was staring at her now, no more glaring just staring but she knew he was thinking about something hard. He kept shaking his head and sometimes nodding it, conflicting with himself.

“Fuck it!”

Next thing she knew she was pulled against his chest, his one hand grabbing her waist so tightly almost as if his life depended on it and other going in her hair to pull her head closer to meet her lips with his.