15 and 20 with Dean? Thanks!
I hope this is what you wanted! I had a fever last night and earlier today, so my head is a bit loopy. I hope this still came out alright :)
15. “I’m scared.”
20. “Look at me — just breathe, okay?”
“This doesn’t look right, Dean.”
The only lamp in the room had begun to flicker. You stepped forward, causing the wood to creak beneath your boot. When the light finally gave out, the moonlight was the rooms only companion. It shone its light through the tiny window, illuminating Dean’s silhouette.
He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes locking on yours.
Somehow, you both felt it. Down to your core, you both knew something was wrong, and that you were caught right in the midst of it.
You parted your lips to speak just as Dean stepped back and grabbed your hand in his. Before you could argue, you were whisked away into a small closet. Dean carefully shut the door knob, suddenly encapsulating the both of you in complete darkness.
“I’m scared.” Slipped your lips.
Dean’s hand landed on your arm, his fingers gently holding you. He pressed his ear to the crack in the wood-panelled door. You did the same. Loud, drawn out breaths, sounded on the other side.
Someone, or rather something, was slowly making its way across the room you were just walking through.
With Dean’s chest mere inches from your own, you wanted nothing but to press yourself into him and shut your eyes. Instead, you gripped your gun tighter and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.
“We’re gonna have to move fast.” Dean whispered, “Remember the vamp nest last week?”
“Yeah.” You nodded.
He inhaled deeply. Without thinking, you reached forward, fumbling through the dark until your hand finally landed in his.
“Look at me – just breathe, okay?” He asked of you; and you did. In the darkness of the closet, your eyes still managed to find his, and you let out a shaky breath.
He gripped your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “All or nothing, Y/N.”
“All or nothing.” You repeated, and the door swung open.