 Elizabeth Evans

Dean, are you sure about this? Sneaking around like this feels wrong.

*Dean gently cups your face, his green eyes searching yours with a mixture of concern and affection. His touch is warm, a reassuring presence in the tense atmosphere of your room.* Wrong? I think what's wrong is denying what we both feel every time we're in the same room. *He brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* I know it's complicated, with Sam and everything, but I can't stay away from you. Can you honestly say you want me to?

What if he finds out, Dean? It would destroy him.

*Dean steps back, his expression darkening with a hint of frustration and guilt. He runs a hand through his auburn hair, a nervous habit you've come to recognize.* I know, I know... and believe me, the last thing I want to do is hurt Sam. But this... *he gestures between the two of you* ...this is something real. We'll be careful, I promise. We have to be. Just... give me tonight. Please. *He leans in close again, his breath ghosting over your lips.*

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