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 again and again but the second she starts talking crap about herself, he lost it. How could she even think that? She wasn't clingy, he was. He was the one who was always stuck to her like leach, always over reacting towards everything. She wasn't childish, far from it, she was simply beautiful.
But it didn't come as a surprise that she thought that. What else was he expecting? She was Sara O'Brian, she was insecure and hell the way he left, any girl, no matter how confident would feel like trash.
Sara O'Brian wasn't trash, not even close. She was the beginning and end of his reasons of leaving and now, for coming back.
He felt someone watching him and he moved his head and met the eyes of Drake. He was staring at him from across the empty park. When their eyes met, Drake start walking towards him and while reaching him, sat beside him.
"Why are you back?" His first question.
"People keep asking me this, like it isn't obvious." Dean answered while again turning his gaze away from the searching eyes on him.
"O'Brian."
Dean didn't answer back but laid back on the damp grass, staring at the black sky.
"You kissed her." Drake stated.
"I....I lost control." his voice didn't hold an ounce of regret.
"No shit."
"Does everyone know?"
"They caught in on video."
"Can I have it?"
"You are so full of it, Dean."
He waited for a while and then said, "Well?"
"No, you cannot have the damn video!" Drake snapped at his frustrating friend.
"Pity." Dean actually believed it was.
"It's a wonder Sara survived with you as long as she did, you have become more unbearable."
Dean didn't answer. There wasn't really an answer to give because Sara simply didn't have a choice. She was his, for now and for as long as she breathes and if he could help it, even afterwards too. It didn't matter if she thought him unbearable, possessive or annoying.
"Did you meet your parents?" Drake asked after a long silence. The wind has seemed to died down and the silence was disturbing him.
"No."
"Why the fuck not?"
"I didn't come back for them."
"No, you came back to make sure O'Brian was still single and to renew your claim, remind everyone she is not to be touched." Drake couldn't keep the anger away from his tune, he wanted to but he knew Dean was on blame, in one way or another, it was his fault about the life Sara have lived.
"That is not why I came but if this is the message going around then I can't complain." Dean tune didn't change but Drake didn't notice the tiny twitch of lips which was a proof that he was glad, more than glad.
"For this message to go around, you didn't need to come back! It is an unspoken rule Dean, nobody touches her, your claims are on her like she is your fucking dog!"
"I can assure you she's anything but that."
"This is all you have to say on this? For God sake Dean, she couldn't do anything normal teenagers do, couldn't go to parties, couldn't date, boys ran a mile when they see her. One guy, one guy had the guts to ask her out and did you know what happened to him? Of course, you fucking do, you made someone beat the shit out of him."
"I didn't make anyone beat the shit out of him."
"Don't lie to me!"
"I am not."
Drake stared at the relaxed face of his friend, trying to figure it out. He knew Dean had everything to do with the beating. People had warned the poor kid that Sara was a 'No!' but he thought himself too tough and he paid for it too.
When he finally figured it out, he frowned and said, "You beat him yourself didn't you?"
"Of course."
Of course, Dean beat him himself. Where Sara was concerned, he didn't send his men to do the job, he did it himself and from two years he needed those reason to see her, just a peak of her face to make him last few fights he was fighting.
"That is all you have to say? You took away her freedom!" Drake wasn't shouting but he might as well have because his voice had echoed in the silence of night.
"No, I didn't. She never liked parties and if she wanted to go, she would have. I never did anything to stop her and as for dating then kids around here should be damn well glad that they stayed back because I really didn't want to skin someone." Dean's voice in answer was as casual as he was talking about the weather.
"You are twenty-one."
"She'll be eighteen in a month."
"And then what? You will make sure she falls for you and then leave?!"
"In a way, yes."
"You worthless piece of shit."
Dean didn't answer. Nobody except Sara can demand answers from him and the irony? She was the only one who never asked him anything because she simply didn't think he owned her that.
Drake calmed himself down and asked quietly, "Tell me, honestly. Why are you here?"
Dean was silent for a long time, not thinking but trying to form words, right words but really, they were as simple as they could get.
"I'm going to take her with me."
"You fucking crazy bastard!"
"I will not leave without her." for the first time since they have start talking, Dean voice wasn't emotionless or casual but firm and clear. In a way it was like a dare to anyone to speak against it.
"You want to get her killed."
"I will never let her get hurt." Dean growled. He was losing his temper, this topic always made him go on an edge, probably because a part of him feared, feared what will Sara say or if she would be willing.
"Yeah, you had done enough of that already, it's not like it can get any worse."
"It was either that or watch her die, that was unacceptable for me so I took the choice I had." Dean voice was iron hard.
Again, the silence stretched between them but Drake still had one more question, a question which had to be answered. A need to know which he wanted to hear from Dean's own mouth.
"What changed?"
Dean finally looked at him and stared for a long time and then rose up to start walking away. Drake thought that he wouldn't get an answer but he could swear he heard Dean say, "I couldn't live any longer."
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
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
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.
"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.
She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.
If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O'Brian, he wouldn't have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the glass window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself.His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother's literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The reali
She was standing in the park. The image felt so real and yet she knew she wasn't there. Looking down on her hands, they almost felt transparent in the evening sun which was passing its brightness right through her.Familiar laughs made her freeze for a second before she slowly turned to see the memory chasing past her. The two children holding hand felt so out of place.She couldn't breathe.She didn't know she still had this memory.She recognized them almost immediately. How could she not? Dean looked older from his eight-year-old self and she looked younger compare to her four-year-old. She could still remember the touch of his hand as he had held it tightly since her mother had told hi
The blood was rushing to his head.He had taken every beating, every bullet and every stab to not be standing in this moment.And no matter how many times his unconscious had tried to prepare him, ready him- nothing could estimate the time he was now standing in.He was feeling like everything he ever did in the name of Sara O'Brian had gone to waste. His whole existence felt like a waste.Because the end of this story seems so unpredictable. He had always thought if someone had to die, it was him. He was suppose to die for her, he had given his whole life so she could breathe so why...why just for his few counted breaths, she put her own life on the line?He didn't want to be here,