Her, To Home

Chapter#10

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 reality of word had hit him hard and being so afraid he took the road he knew he could never turn his back from but for protecting Sara, he had not cared and never regretted it either. He lived for her.

Too late he had realized what kind of man he had become. With blood on his hand and gun in the other- he has become a monster. But yet, without an ounce of regret- he lived. But watching her smile at him with such innocence and the pained expression on his every wound- he made a mistake. He distances himself from her, thinking he was no longer good enough for her but even in those time- a single breath of his name from her lips would have him running to her without a second thought. He knew he loved her but he realized his extent of love in those times.

But now, times were different. He had stayed away, run away too long. It was time for him to snatch her away for his own self. He wanted her to see him only, taking her away from the world- he wanted to go somewhere in hide where no one could pull them apart.

But he had rushed here without a thought. And he just kept doing what he knew, what he was. He couldn't help lose his head once he was around her- no matter how many times he went through a plan to behave, one looks on her face and he was acting like a fucking alpha wolf.

He had just taken a shower and was going through his bag for clothes when the door to the room opened. He didn't bother to look up.

"Dean."

"What is it, Drake?"

"Someone is here to meet you."

He pulled on his jeans and threw the towel on the bed but almost immediately like remembering something, picked it up and properly laid it on the bed to dry.

He didn't notice Drake's raised eyebrows in surprise.

"Who is it?"

Drake watched his friend's ignorant attitude and slowly answered, "It's your mum."

Dean didn't even bother to stop his action but continued his search for the watch.

"Sara sent her." Drake knew this would get his attention and it did. He stopped mid-air, glaring at nothing.

"God, that brat!" He growled and, in a flash, walked right past Drake- making his way downstairs still shirtless.

His steps slowed as he came closer to the living room. He hasn't seen that woman in three years now, he couldn't tell what his thoughts were but one thing he knew was that he no longer cared for the woman declaring herself his mother but for Sara, he was ready to hear what she had to say.

She was sitting in a foreign manner, looking completely out of place in a messed-up room. With her pearls and dress, she would have looked like a lady of some rich family except the hollowness of her face and blankness in her eyes.

Her eyes snapped to him when she noticed his presence and looked at his with hungry eyes- like a starved man given his first piece of food. He thought he would feel something, maybe a stab in his chest or even pity but all he could return was a look of pure indifference.