Friends? Lifelong. (Jensen/ Dean AU) Part Ten

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Part Ten

My eyes fluttered open and in front of me was Dean’s sleeping profile. I ran my hand across his bare chest and smiled at the thought of last night. He wasn’t my first, and I sure as hell wasn’t his, but it was OUR first. I bit my lip trying not to let last night rule my thoughts. Who knows what that was? Dean rolled over and faced me, still asleep, and wrapped me closer in his arms. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t budge. I put my face into the crook of his neck and his hand moved up my back as he pulled away slowly.

“Oh, sorry.” He said.

“About?” I asked. He looked at my shoulder then looked down at himself.

“Right. About last night…” he began and I watched him carefully. “We’re best friends. I don’t want to jeopardize that…”

“I know. I agree.” I nodded. He nodded and laid on his back. I did the same and we both looked at the ceiling in silence.

“We should probably shower-,”

“Yep.” I stated and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts. He took his time and got up, grabbing a change of clothes.

Once we showered, dressed and left the dorm all I could think about was my best friend hovered over me. I walked into my First Year class and held my book in front of me. We had to read essays on self esteem and how to be a better person… things along that lines of that. I flipped through it, giving myself something to do when a girl came in and sat next to me.

“Hi.” She said. I turned to look at her. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi. I’m Allison.”

“Lauren.” She said.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Did you read that?” she asked.

“Um, I did actually… Did you?” I smirked as I shut the book and sat it in front of me.

“I did, most of it at least. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected.”


Throughout the class Lauren and I would exchange glances. Either making fun of someone’s answer to a question or at the way we would look at each other. It was something I missed… having a female friend. Not that Dean wasn’t enough, he was more than enough, but it’s just not the same.

“There’s a party tonight at the apartment on fifth street, are you going?” she asked as we walked out of the building.

“Eh, I don’t typically do parties.”

“Neither do I, just wanted to see if I knew someone going.” She shrugged.

“Not I.”


We turned to see Dean running toward me.

“Hey.” He said to Lauren.



“Lauren.” She said. He offered his hand to her and she shook it.

“What’s up?” I asked Dean.

“Just wanted to know if you’re working tonight?”


“Alright. I’ll see you later then?”

“Sure.” I replied. He walked off toward Dwight Hall where he had a science class.

“That your boyfriend?” Lauren asked walking with me.

“Dean? No! We’ve been friends since we could move out of a womb.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Yeah. His name is Trevor. He’s from Gilmore.” She responded. We lived in Gettysburg, Indiana and Gilmore was about a two hour drive.

“Oh wow, how do you handle that?”

“The distance?”

“Yeah! I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“It’s difficult, but you find ways to cope. He’s coming up tomorrow and is staying with my family at home. I only live about twenty minutes away.”

“Me too.” I responded as we arrived outside the dorm. “Do you live here?”

“Yeah. First floor, you?”


“Ah, sucks. I’ll see you around then?”

“Sure thing.”

I ran upstairs and opened my door, plopping on the bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Taking a nap is weird. It’s like one second you’re full of energy, then you pass out and wake up exhausted. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before peeking at the clock to see it was eight and Dean wasn’t home. I frowned and grabbed my phone but saw nothing. I decided to do some laundry, which meant my boredom level hit rock bottom. I grabbed my clothes basket from the end of the bed and picked up some of Dean’s clothes he left scattered across the floor, then balled up my bed sheets. I carried the basket downstairs and walked to the back where there were about four washers and four driers. I loaded two machines and sat on the cushioned window seat. I scrolled through Facebook and Twitter when I saw in my suggested panel, Lauren and Brandon. I decided to follow both of them, then I became curious. I clicked Brandon’s page and saw a tweet.

I sighed and then began looking through pictures on his page. He had one with Lauren posted from two minutes ago and I looked in the background to see Dean, beer in hand next to a bonfire. I zoomed in a little more just to be certain, and yes, it was him. 100%. I shook my head and put down my phone as the washer went off. I moved the clothes to the dryer and sat back down. Why would he go to a party and not tell me? Actually, why would he go to a party and not ask me to go with him? The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked down to see my mom calling. I hit accept and held the phone to my ear,

“Hey mom.” I said.

“Hi, how are you?” she asked.

“Good. Tired. You?”

“Same. Exhausted actually. Had a twelve hour shift at the factory.” She said.

“Oh my god, why?” I asked.

“Machines and presses kept going down. Something wasn’t set up right. What’re you up to?”

“Waiting for the dryer to go off. Then off to my room to fold some clothes and hit the sack.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to call and check in. I expected you to come home already.”

“Ha, yeah it’s been a busy few days. With work and class. I had to do a speech already.”

“Was it bad?”

“Not really, it was a partner speech.”

“Oh, who was your partner?”

“Some guy named Brandon.” I shrugged.

“Was he cute?”

“He’s alright.” I laughed, but remembered what he did to me and I frowned.

“Everything is going great then?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect.” I lied.

“Okay. Well, I will see you soon?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Okay. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight.” I said and hung up.

The drier went off and I collected my things as I walked back down the hallway toward the stairs. I noticed the main door open and Lauren walked in, Dean holding the door for her.

“What room?” he asked.

“It’s right down here,” she said and they both turned to see me.

“Hey Allison!” Lauren smiled and slid past me. Dean winked at me and followed Lauren down the hall. 

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You have got to be kidding! I watched as he towered over her. She unlocked the door and his hands instantly glued to her waist. He pushed her into her room and kicked the door shut. I frowned and walked upstairs to my room. I threw the clothes basket on his bed and began folding everything.

I didn’t notice I was crying until I sniffled and wiped my nose with my shirt sleeve. This wasn’t unusual; Dean hooking up with someone. But for some reason it hurt more than I thought it would. She had a boyfriend for gods sake. Was that what she meant by “coping”?  I shook the thought from my mind as I grabbed my sheets and made my bed. I put my iPod on my alarm clock stereo and Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur played. I hummed along and put Dean’s clothes in the closet. I got to the bottom of the basket and suddenly wished I had more to keep me occupied. I glanced at my math book and frowned. Time to get to work.

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