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 e

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.



Just to look away from his eyes, she looked around the room and found it a cold almost empty place. There was only a mattress on which they were laid on and a dark carp

With that he went out himself and disappeared in the rain. Sara heard the bumper being opened and the next thing she knew her door was being opened. Dean was standing there, with a large hood in hand. Without asking her anything, he pulled the hood over her body, making a sound of surprise escape her mouth.



Next thing she know, she's being dragged through the rain with his hood over her face, shielding her from rain. She finally recognizes where was. She hasn't been here for two years now.



Cliff side caves, why were they here?



He was almost picking her up while dragging her to the caves. She followed silently, why? Because she knew that he can never hurt her. He will usually punch any girl in the throat but her? Never.



When they reached the inside of caves, he finally let go, at least put a distance between them. Brushing his wet hair from his face he was staring right at her

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

Chapter # 06