"Dean!"



The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.



He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.



She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.



"Why didn't you come inside last night?" The demand came in a scold but the twinkle in her eyes warmed him once again.



"

"Is this your fucking plan? Because it sucks." The hiss made him want to hit himself in his fucking brain. She was right. The plan sucked and there was no way in hell she is going to come with him pushing and pulling and a small, tiny, almost uncared part didn't want that but damn that part was like a earwig and yet, when he needed the reminder- it never bothered to come to his mind!



"Don't curse, O'Brian." That was all he could say in answer.



"Don't curse, O'Brian." She quietly mimicked him but not quite enough which made his smirk.



Who else would have so much guts?



He waited patiently for her to finish her breakfast, knowing they were half an hour late but telling her now would just ruin his fun. He couldn't help but stare at her mouth which was chewing the food like vengeance. It was fascinating and amusing and fucking temping at the same time.



When without a work she r

Why was she trembling? Wasn't she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn't her heart stopped? She couldn't breathe.



I love you.



I love you.



I love you.



His voice seemed to be playing like a broken record but she couldn't concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn't it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn't see anything in that darkness except her own self.



He loved her?



Why?



Since when?



How?



Why her?



The questions took place of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve.



"What?" In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath.



It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her

"Dean!"



The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.



He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.



She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.



"Why didn't you come inside last night?" The demand came in a scold but the twinkle in her eyes warmed him once again.



"Sara..." He trailed off.



A flash of understanding came over her face and she smirked and at that 

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