Her, To Home

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and found him still looking at her. Dropping her own gaze to her pasta, she tried not to blush.

Going back to arcade had rushed back so memories that for a second, she was overwhelmed by them. Like images rushed past her eyes, she found so many days where she had wasted her father’s weekends and money. But she found no sadness in those times. They were a happy time, so was this. As she sat in front of this man, this overly possessive, rude and obnoxious man- she found that just because of his existence in those memories, her right to be sadden was gone. He had always been there, sometimes in background but never for long because he hated not being ignored for too long. His yanks to her hair, tugs to her clothes and pokes on cheeks have left a kind of sweetness in her mind. They were like a scent to those memories. Engulfing her to not forget them, to cherish them and to hold them as close to herself as she did.

“What’s on your mind, baby?”

She looked up to meet his eyes. God, those eyes.

He had finished his food which made her realize she had wasted her time daydreaming about the very guy who was sitting right in front of her.

“You.” she softly replied.

She watched as his eyebrows raised in surprise, he had looked taken back by her honesty. She noticed his red ears but his expressions turned cocky the very next second. If she wasn’t existing for his presence, she almost missed it all.

“You dirty woman!” he wiggled his eyebrows while leaning forward and continued, “What are you imagining?”

She wanted to slap the plate of pasta on his stupid face.

“I was imagining how you would look in a pink tutu.” She of course snapped.

“I can assure you; I look quite handsome in it. If that is your kink, I will oblige. I on the other hand prefer cat ears.”

How had this conversation turned to this? Why did this man always turned everything she said to a sex related stuff! Was there a filter in his brain which turned everything innocent into dirty? Also, what was with cat ears?

Considering we were talking about Dean, cat ears sounded innocent enough.

“Can we order dessert now?” she tried to change the topic before he says something else. She would rather not talk about ‘kinks’ in a restaurant.

“Sure.” He had let it go but from his stupid grin, she knew he was going to continue this later.

They shared a slice of double chocolate cake since neither of them could finish a whole one on their own. It was quiet as they ate. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just normal. What do you talk about with a person who knows everything there possible to know about you? He is aware of your every memory, every laugh, every day. He remembers things you don’t remember. They could talk about Dean but with him, there were only two things she didn’t know. The past two years and his life before her. Both he didn’t want to talk about. She had been aware of what had gone on in the later one. His parents were well known around the town. They were arrogant, ignorant and selfish people. She has meet them a number of times since their mothers have been friends since high school as well, till about they got rich.

All she knew was that there had been a huge scandal about how Dean’s father was someone else which got him kicked out of his own house. Without an ounce of proof, he had been blamed for something he had no fault in.

She knew he had grown to hate the world he lived in. It had been tough for him to survive but he had good friends and he always had her and her family. But a small part of her, a part which she refuses to look at told her that he had lived for her. He had survived for her. She didn’t know whether she was glad or hated herself for it all.

“Wanna come over?” he had asked when they were on the road again. He had refused to meet her confused eyes but had seen flushed neck and ears through passing lights.

“Is it okay? Won’t Drake mind?” she asked while scratching her neck and drumming heart.

Why was she nervous? She has been alone with him so many times in a closed room and yet, today everything they had repeated felt different. Felt electrical.

“The place is mine as much as his. He won’t mind.” He assured her but she felt that maybe, he was more nervous about this then she was.

He parked in front of a two-story brick house. Since last time she came here she was sleeping in one half and in daze in other, she didn’t had time to look around. The house wasn’t was she had imagined. The place didn’t look scary or run down. It was really normal compare to what Dean usually goes for.

“I thought it was better to find a place you can comfortably hang around in. There is a garden in the back as well.” he explained, probably guessing her thoughts.

Holding her hand in his, they paused as Dean opened the door. There were potted plants put beside it. Small buds of red roses could be seen from the little light from streets.

“I’m back.” Dean hollered.

The house was brightly lit. Drake was standing in front of the stove with a spoon in hand.

He was in his underwear.

Whiteys.

“For fuck sake! How many times have I told to dress your sorry excuse of a body! Nobody wants to see it!” Dean shouted while covering her eyes….. and ears.

“How was I supposed to know you were gonna bring Sara back? And keep your manners in front of the guest.”

“And showing them this disgusting body is welcoming?”

“Is someone jealous?”

“Fuck! She hasn’t even seen that much of me! How dare you show her your body before I did mine?”

She could literally hear everything.

“C’mon baby, let’s go.” With his hands still covering her eyes and ears, he guided her to stairs. They paused again somewhere and suddenly she was picked up.

“Keep your eyes closed.” he ordered her.

She could help but grin but listened.

It was a slightly bumpy ride but a small one so she didn’t mind being handled like a sack of potato. She heard his close the door and lock it before he laid her on the mattress.

“Now open your eyes and forget what you saw!”

Before she could open her eyes, her lips were met with his. The breath was knocked out of her as she clutched his shirt in her hands. He took off his jacket and threw it over. His arms holding himself over her as he kissed her.

It was hot and sweet. Her brain had already erased the images demanded without her permission. Her brain, which also listen to him more than her.

A soft sigh escapes her mouth which turned some kind of switch in Dean as he bit down on her lips, breaking the skin. But he quickly licked the place, before she felt anything. She was already feeling too much. He lips moved down, to her throat where he left bites and licks till, he found a spot he liked to suck on.

Sara wanted to stop before her heart burst but she could feel his heart, moving faster than hers under her hand. The heat from it was making it suffocating. She opened her eyes to say something when they fell on something on the carpet behind Dean.

She pushed Dean hard, he probably wasn’t expecting that because he fell beside her.

Sara was on her feet on the mattress while trying to dig a hole in the wall.

“Baby?” Dean asked hesitantly breathless.

Sara wanted to talk but because of previous activity and the fright all she could do was point.

There, was crawling the devil itself.

A large spider.

Dean had screamed.

He had jumped on his feet as well and stuck close to her.

“Kill it!” he pushed her to her death like nothing.

She looked at him in shock and a deep feeling of betrayal. She? Kill it? Has this man lost his mind? Did he wanted her to be cursed? And where did all his possessiveness and manliness go huh? Wasn’t he going to take a bullet for her?

“You kill it! Weren’t you going to hurt anyone for me?” She snapped back.

“That did not include this! I meant a human! A normal human!” he snapped back without removing his eyes from it. As it moved, they both screamed and dug themselves into further corner of the wall.

Oh god, save us! Sara screamed in her head. She didn’t want to die like this.

“Dean, its staring at us!” she couldn’t help but screech.

“Baby, please kill it. I will never ask for anything ag–ahhhhhh!” they both screamed as it climbed over the mattress.

The monster was probably becoming more powerful because it started crawling closer and Sara start seeing the end of her life’s tunnel.

Suddenly door burst open and there stood Drake with a gun in hand.

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“Where is he? Where is he?” he demanded, pointing his gun around.

“There! Kill it!” they both shouted at the same time while pointing towards the spider.

Drake followed their finger and just blanked out for few seconds. His gun stilled in mid air while he stared at the spider.

“You wussies are on your own on this one.”