He couldn't breathe.
God, he couldn't breathe.
Did he even need to breathe when right now, right there, he was in the perfection? He was in a time which he could give his soul to stand still. How he wished it would stand still. He has waited to do this for a week, a week of waiting and he forgot why he was not supposed to do this, why he was not supposed to kiss Sara O'Brian.
His lungs were on fire, his lips were blazing from her touch. His heart racing so fast that he was slightly panting. He wanted her closer, he wanted her nearer, she had possessed him, bi-witched him.
He griped her tighter against himself and moved his lips faster. He just wanted to breath her in.
But the moment ended too soon, too fast, Sara pulled away and yet her face was too near, he was going crazy. He still couldn't breathe.
"Why do you do this to me?" She whispered. He noticed her face, her expressions. She looked tired, exhausted. From what? With what?
"Do what?" He asked without moving an inch away from her. Her eyes on him were burning him, making his heart race.
"Love me and yet leave me." That was all she could mumble before her eyes dropped and she crashed in his arms.
He stood there, body stilled, staring down at the beautiful girl in his arms. He felt a stab in his heart yet again, why does he love her and then leave her?
This was her question; this was what she wanted to know. She asked one question, the question which held the answer in itself.
Why does he love her and then leave her, she had asked.
He left her because he loves her was his answer.
He has loved her so much that he tortured himself. It was him, he himself punished himself by staying away from her, he has killed his heart while staying away from her. He has lived in hell for two years but yet he asked himself, was it worth it, staying away from her for protecting her? Was it worth it after watching how much it has hurt her, how much it has hurt both of them?
They might have survived; they would have survived without each other but they couldn't have lived. He has spent two years barely just going on and he have seen what it all have done to her, it showed in her eyes, the tiredness, the pain.
He has punished her along with himself. She wasn't even sure if he was alive, if he was okay. She needed him and he wasn't there. Whole her life, he was there like a shadow and when she had needed him the most, he stood watching from afar, controlling the urge to run to her. But he knew, where he was always watching her from last two years, someone was watching him from longer.
Who had his suspicious, who had his doubts about what Sara O'Brian had meant to Dean Lockwood? Someone who wanted, needed to find Dean's weakness, anything which can make him overpower Dean. Someone who would have played Sara in a game she couldn't have survived and would have mocked Dean into playing it and he knew, Dean knew, he would have lost without thinking, without consideration because losing for Sara O'Brian was a win itself.
He put her head on his chest and hugged her, breathing in her scent which was driving him crazy. His lips linger on her forehead and then he carefully picked her up in his arms and sat down on the cold floor, waiting for the rain to stop.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, inhaling the breath which surrounded her. How long have he waited to do this again, to rest his head next to her while she was in his arms. He has spent too long with sleeplessness, restlessness. He wasn't safe, he wasn't home.
God, how much he wanted to come home.
Spend the night next to her and for one night just sleep without a worry in his head because that how it was, as long as he slept next to her, he felt safe as homes. Her scent around him would wrap him in a comfort blanket. Her head under his arm or against his chest felt like he was in his own haven.
Now, again being able to touch her was like breaking to the surface after being underwater for too long. Finding his breath.
He smiled when he remembers the load of her things, he has borrowed from her room in last two years. He knew she would be absolutely furious to learn that she has not lost those things and he couldn't wait for her reaction.
The ringing of her cellphone made him frown and he dig into her jeans pocket and pull out her phone. Without looking who it was, he picked up.
"Sara? Where are you, honey? I'm worried sick!"
He recognized Sara's mothers voice and answered in a rough voice, "She's with me."
"Dean?"
"Yes."
"Thank God, she is safe. Bring her home before nightfall, dear." Her voice was gentle and yet confident when she stated that her daughter was safe with him. He felt a tightening somewhere in his chest.
His own parents didn't trust him with anything and here, the woman whose daughter he left like a trash was completely at ease to trust him with her.
"I will."
With that he hung up but before he could place the phone back, he noticed the three voice messages and two text messages. Without giving a fuck that he was snooping, he opened the messages first and saw the first two were from her mum and other was from June who have asked her where the hell she was and why she was not picking up.
He opened the voice messages next and saw that all were from June. He played the one which came first.
"Did you get home? Call or text me, I'm worried." June voice came out a little annoyed which made him almost growl. He never liked that girl much.
He played the one which came which came after.
"Where the hell are you? Don't tell me you are sulking for that asshole or worse, you are with that asshole. Call me!"
This time he was sure she was fuming when she have left this message. He took a deep breath to calm himself, there was something wrong with that girl.
He played the final one.
"Sara, I know you are with him! Kelly saw you get into a car. I told you to stay clear from him, he's bad news. Call me, we need to talk."
This time he was sure she was furious because her voice was shaking with anger and his anger deepened. He couldn't understand why was June acting like this, sure she was like an annoying fly which never left him alone with Sara but she was Sara's friend, her only constant friend other then himself. Sure, he might hate her because he wanted Sara for himself but Sara liked that kid.
He remembered her as a freak kid who used to sit behind Sara in eighth grade. How he knew that was not rocket science. He kept close watch on Sara, no matter where she was. In time she befriend Sara and before he left she was showing signs of being a goth. Sure she was a little rude but that was still never the actual reason why he hated her. He hated her because soon after she became friends with Sara, Sara became distant from him.
He had became a man-whore for a year when he thought it would help ,maybe forget Sara but never have he ever neglected her. He could be in a middle of fuck but if his cell rang Sara's ringtone, he would drop everything and pick it up. If he ever took her outside, he kept his eyes on her whether he was talking to anyone or not. Hell if he wasn't around to walk Sara to class, he would always send one of his friends to make sure she was okay. He always bought her lunch since she started school and lunch was their time, no matter what.
Thinking back to those times he suddenly felt guilty, the anger returning but this time it was towards himself. He was a fool to think he could get over Sara O'Brian but he had to try, he had to do something. Times weren't safe, he knew that if he didn't get over her, she would be paying with her life and he couldn't risk that so he sold his virtue for the sake that she would remain safe. Just so the monsters after him would know that she might meant something to him but not enough. So they wouldn't hurt her to get to him because he knew, she was his only weakness, not his parents, not his sister but Sara O'Brian. She was his only fear but yet, he have been a fool to think that he would get over her.
But the act didn't last long, he couldn't stand being away from her, couldn't stand the hands of some stranger on himself, couldn't mask his disgust, with himself and any other girl, he couldn't stand fooling himself that he could get over her when he couldn't even breath without seeing her at least once a day. He knew he couldn't buy back his virtue but since then, he couldn't touch a girl or even look at female. It was enough that he did what he did in hopes that it was right thing to do at a time but he regretted it. He might not a have stopped being there but she remained distant, closed up when she talked to him.
He felt like he disappointed her even though she never implied it or said anything. Her eyes were never judging, never accusing because she was Sara O'Brian, believer of words and deeds, a naïve and innocent girl who couldn't even recognize the hunger he held for her even if the rest of the world did. Who was so sure that he only saw her as a friend, an old friend. That stupid girl.
Sara phone rang again in his hand and he narrowed his eyes when he saw it was June. His fury returning.
He picked it up and waited.
"Will you ever listen to me? I told you to get over him, he's no good. I've been telling you since I have met you but no, you never liste---"
"So, it was you, huh?" His voice came out ice cold, his hands start shaking and he clutched Sara more tightly.
There was a pause.
"Where the fuck is Sara?" She finally demanded, her voice shaking with fury.
"You do know that if I tell her to never see you again, she will listen to me." He drawled, removing a strand from Sara's face. She moved closer to his chest for warmth and his eyes soften and his heart melted.
"She would have listened to you two years ago but not anymore." June snapped, her voice came out unsure though making Dean smirk in satisfaction.
"Then why is she sleeping in my arms right now?" He taunted, enjoying imagining her furious face.
There was a pause, a long one.
"I have more important things to do then waste my time with you but bear my warning, I won't stand you talking that way with Sara. It won't take me much strength to strangle your neck, or much conscious." He stated in an icy voice which produced a gasp of shock from June.
"Why, yo---" she stared in a shaky but hard voice.
"Save it for someone who gives a fuck! Remember my words, I have killed before for Sara and I will not hesitate to do it again. The stories you have heard about me? They all are just edited versions. I might have stood silently before as you took her away from me but not this time. You do anything to hurt us, I will put a bullet in your head." He snarled and without waiting for her reply, hung up.
He held Sara tighter and slipped her phone in his jacket. She mumbled something under her breath and he felt a stab in his gut, he have missed her too much.
"I love you, O'Brian." He whispered as he traced his finger on her cheek. It should have done his ego good when she shivered but it was nothing compare to what he felt when he touched her.
"It's easier to talk to you when you are looking at me with those piercing eyes of yours, I can't think straight when you look at me the way you do." He continued while wanting to kiss her awake but he knew she slept like dead when she crashes, not even cold water will work.
"It's easier, your moving lips distract me. The nonsense which comes out of your pretty mouth, tempts me to the point I can't breathe."
"I don't care what you say, too long, it's been too long to survive without you. We have wasted too much time listening to things who had no right between us but no more. I'll do it the hard way if I do."
She would be his, her time without him was up and gone, never coming back.
Yes, he was a bastard, an asshole, no good for her, worthless. But fuck what they all say, as long as he got her with him and happy, the world didn't matter. It has not mattered since she was born.
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.
"Dean!"The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.
She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.
If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O'Brian, he wouldn't have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the glass window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself.His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother's literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The reali
She was standing in the park. The image felt so real and yet she knew she wasn't there. Looking down on her hands, they almost felt transparent in the evening sun which was passing its brightness right through her.Familiar laughs made her freeze for a second before she slowly turned to see the memory chasing past her. The two children holding hand felt so out of place.She couldn't breathe.She didn't know she still had this memory.She recognized them almost immediately. How could she not? Dean looked older from his eight-year-old self and she looked younger compare to her four-year-old. She could still remember the touch of his hand as he had held it tightly since her mother had told hi
The blood was rushing to his head.He had taken every beating, every bullet and every stab to not be standing in this moment.And no matter how many times his unconscious had tried to prepare him, ready him- nothing could estimate the time he was now standing in.He was feeling like everything he ever did in the name of Sara O'Brian had gone to waste. His whole existence felt like a waste.Because the end of this story seems so unpredictable. He had always thought if someone had to die, it was him. He was suppose to die for her, he had given his whole life so she could breathe so why...why just for his few counted breaths, she put her own life on the line?He didn't want to be here,
The words were banging in her head, it was physically painful to not shout them out loud when she saw Dean but she had somehow managed to wait. Somehow managed to make sure that he promises her before she admitted, any longer and she would have had blurted them out.But hearing them come out of her own lips still left her startled. She felt like a weight lifted from her chest, the pain suddenly disappearing like finding warmth after ice cold. While she still wasn't over the shock of admitting that she was in love with Dean, this was definitely a difficult situation. She was confused between laughing or calling for help but the giddy feeling made her fall over the edge and she burst out laughing. She couldn't believe her eyes but yet it was too hilarious to not laugh at.Dean had fainted.
Dean has been in many life-threatening situations in his life, knife fights to gun fights to fist fights- he has done it all. Yet there never has been a moment where he had feared for his life. Bleeding, bruised, he has always known that he would make it.But at this very moment, he was very scared for his life. He had woken up in a blissfully painful position. O'Brian had her one leg draped over his thighs. Her hand was on his bare stomach from where the shirt had slide up. Like a meal set against a hungry man, and he was starving. She looked too mighty delicious to not eat. In the shadow of the rising sun which was peaking from the window, she was a sight so damn beautiful that he couldn't breathe.It was terrifying.Gulping as quietly as he could, he tried to get her hand away from
He was getting ready when she appeared, dressed in a soft peach gown looking like a goddess from heaven he never knew he could ever hold a part of. Her hands came closer to fix his tie for him and he simply looked at her, his eyes tracing the jewelry she had worn to the color of her soft lipstick. He waited till she was done before pulling her close to his chest."Am I still not just as handsome?" He, like a needy puppy demanded from her.He watched as she smiled, the soft smile lines were taking longer to go away now but her smile still made him able to move the universe for it. Her dirty blonde hair was now simply blonde and much longer, tied behind her head except for few loose strands which felt like brushes of feather on touch. Those forest-like eyes still held such adoration that sometimes it made him weak on his knees for he coul
She fell in love with how he called her his home,How his steps danced on the voice of her soul,How bare he was as if his skin was hers to own,She fell, as if this universe held only him alone,She drowned deeper as he made her waltz on his songs,How he loved her as she was last to ever be adored,With all his life, how he held her so close,As if he was the last to save her from this world of storms,
The chill in the room was strange, like something was crawling on her skin, raising alarms in her head. Her breath also felt cold as if she could see the ghost the room held dancing in the air coming out of her mouth. She wasn't afraid but yet, she wanted to escape already. When her eyes fell on the lifeless white dome, she stepped back almost unconsciously, her mouth opening in a gasp but found a warm chest behind her, supporting her. His hand slide around her waist and she felt him give her a comforting squeeze. Her eyes slide to the man beside her who was already staring back at her with chilled eyes and then to the body covered in white cloth. She took a deep breath and once again stepped towards it, making sure she wouldn't run away, she held Dean hand which was on her waist tightly.She was glad that there was someone who was willing to touch that soulless body because she couldn't
He was leaning on the uncomfortable chair, staring at her. His whole body felt numb, like every emotion and feeling had lost its touch from his body. He had spent the time beside her sleeping figure like a hungry man to open her eyes. He shouldn't be worried, didn't have any reason to either but he still found himself unblinking as he took in her sight. It felt like forever since she last looked at him with those glaring, adoring eyes. His starvation for her attention was too selfish for him to fall asleep. He wanted to meet her eyes when she finally wakes up.The shadows in the room started appearing slowly like they were mocking him in slow painful dance which he wanted to dance and yet, was forced to only watch. As the glass window slowly creeped in the sunlight, he finally saw some movement from her. Just to make sure she won't move too harshly, he quickly held her down. She grabbed
"Move faster!" Someone pushed her from behind. She rolled her eyes and tried to walk faster. Her legs hurt. She had been sitting down for quiet few hours before June arrived with few men on tow to take her away. She saw no reason to put on a fight so she followed them. She though they would be driving somewhere but it had been around 15 minutes and they were still walking. She didn't recognize the place but the whole area was a little too dark. They were surrounded by trees except for a small path which they were walking on. Since it was too dark, the three men June had brought with her had large flashlights in their hands and the fact that June had not bothered to put a blindfold on her eyes made her a bit more conscious about the fact that it was it was too stupid of a move for June to not do so. That could only mean that it didn't matter whether Sara saw her surroundings or not. They might not be returning back.
"Are you sure it was her, Dean?"He didn't bother to raise his head and just silently nodded. He heard a smack from beside him which he ignored as he stared into the night in which his Sara was lost somewhere."I don't understand. The thing with her sister happened a long time ago, why now?" Drake asked, keeping his eyes on the road."Because I came back." Dean said and paused, slowly turning to look at Drake as he questioned, "You knew her? That girl?"Drake rolled his eyes and replied, "You are the only oblivious person who didn't. Everyone knew of her. If she was simply in love with you, maybe I can believe that you wouldn't have noticed but Dean, she was creepily obsessed with you. It used to give me creeps but I never knew that y
There were a sharp pain zapping through her skull which almost made her gasp out loud. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear her blurry vision. The pain in her head was slowly fading as well as she got a better view of where she was.She was laying on hard, cold ground. The chill from somewhere was seeping through her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. Her limbs were tightly bounded, enough for her to doubt the flow of blood in her veins. She shuddered and slowly turned her head around to see her surroundings. It wasn't dark but it wasn't bright either. It was just enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of everything around. She was in a room, probably a bedroom because she could see the build in closet and windows which had been closed. The glass was covered with black paint. She tried to rise her head but her head was too heavy so she stayed
"Mr Woodland would see you now."He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn't as blank as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O'Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn't want her to see him this week, didn't wanted himself to be so weak but his relation with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn't have any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment.At that time, he didn't understand and he still didn't. He wasn't a bad student; he wasn't great bu
She slowly opened her eyes and then blinked them a few times. She could smell him, his blue shirt was right in front of her carrying a clean, soupy scent. Her hair was being creased softly and it almost felt like wind. She moved her neck and looked up at him. He was already looking at her. With those dark, narrowed eyes he was staring at her. It seemed like he had been awake for quite a while now."Are you really awake this time?" He slowly smiled and kissed her forehead."Hmmm?" She mumbled, not wanted to talk but simply blinked her eyes at him.His silent laugh vibrated her mind to putty as he said, "You woke up twice before. Stared at me and fell back to sleep."Huh? She didn't really remember anything.