She looked around once again but saw no sight of him. Where one part of her was relieved that maybe he had left, a bigger part was racing with fear of him leaving again. Why, why could she not just get over him? Forget maybe but even she knew it was impossible.



"What's wrong Sara?" June asked.



"It's nothing, I just had a bad night." Lies.



"It was because of him, wasn't it?"



"Jun----"



"No. This is absurd, Sara. He left, without a letter or note or call. He has no right." June snapped.



"I know."



She was lying but what choice did she had? She didn't want to argue, didn't wanted to talk about it and the mostly, she didn't understand June's attitude. June never presses anything so why so suddenly she was pressing for her to leave him alone, making sure that he was away from her or was she imagining everything? She probably was but she was tired. A week had passed since sh

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 was unaware of the silence around him. The cold wind was also ignored as he stared at the dark sky unconsciously. When his mind was on her, he never saw anything else anyway so there was no point of ignoring it. It was her he was seeing, Sara. Sara O'Brian. Always her.



Last night went worse than the morning, he screwed up, again. He had promised he will keep his temper at bay, he didn't. He promised he will not touch her, he did, more time than he could count. He promised he will not get possessive, yeah, he sure kept that together and lastly, he had sworn he will not kiss her.



He snorted internally, that was just a too much of a fucking crazy joke. He thought he had it under control, knew he was fine. Was sure that if he did touch her accidentally, he will not lose it. He was in control of himself.



Control his ass.



But Jesus, he couldn't help it. He wanted to kiss her aga

She looked around once again but saw no sight of him. Where one part of her was relieved that maybe he had left, a bigger part was racing with fear of him leaving again. Why, why could she not just get over him? Forget maybe but even she knew it was impossible.



"What's wrong Sara?" June asked.



"It's nothing, I just had a bad night." Lies.



"It was because of him, wasn't it?"



"Jun----"



"No. This is absurd, Sara. He left, without a letter or note or call. He has no right." June snapped.



"I know."



She was lying but what choice did she had? She didn't want to argue, didn't wanted to talk about it and the mostly, she didn't understand June's attitude. June never presses anything so why so suddenly she was pressing for her to leave him alone, making sure that he was away from her or was she imagining everything? She probably was but she was tired. A week had passed since she last saw him. She knew he was still in town; knew he was around. She had felt his eyes everywhere,

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