In Need of You
Warnings: Mild Angst, Implied Depression.
“What do you want me to say to you, Dean?” you whispered, casting your eyes down to your feet. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and repress yourself from tearing. You were failing miserably. You didn’t want Dean to see how weak you were. You never wanted him see you cry.
“What I want you to say? Sweetheart, I want you tell me what’s going on in the pretty little head of yours. I want you to trust me when I say that I’m here for you, every second of everyday. I want you to say that you’re not okay and I want you to tell me what I can do to make you feel better,” he started. You noticed his voice was higher than his normal deep and gruff grumble that came out. You nodded your head, not daring to meet his eyes.
“I’m not okay,” you breathed out. You swallowed hard, your eyes flicking up to meet his face. You were met with his breathtaking green orbs, your heart fluttering in your chest. You couldn’t ruin this. You couldn’t ruin his life. “I just got scared of losing you. Seeing you covered in blood; it scares me sometimes.”
“’m not going anywhere. It takes a hell of a lot more than a douchebag to kill Dean Winchester,” he assured you, placing his hand on your arm. “You already know that and you’ve seen me in worse conditions than this. Wanna try again?”
A single tear slipped down your cheek and you weren’t nearly quick enough to wipe it away before Dean saw it. His hand came up to you face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away the tear. “I’m scared of losing you,” you choked out. “I’m scared to get close to you, and tell you everything. I’m scared to let you in.”
“Sweetheart,” he frowned. “C’mere.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tightly to him, tucking you under his chin. God, it felt so good to be in his arms. Safe and warm; home. This is where you wanted to be. You wanted to be this close to him, to feel him beneath your fingertips. Nothing bad could happen to either of you if you held each other like this.