Fixation [27]

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Nicole stepped out of the bathroom and leaned her head side to side, popping it both ways. A different popping sound caught her attention and her head snapped towards the cause of the sound, her eyes meeting familiar emerald green ones. Dean was sitting at the motel table with a freshly opened beer, his eyes glued to Nicole.

"Hey, beautiful." Dean smiled before getting up from the table. Nicole's instincts were telling her to run, but she forced herself to remember that it was Dean in front of her, not a threat. She wasn't in any danger, so she couldn't understand why she felt like she was.

"Hey." She answered awkwardly. He walked towards her, stopping barely a foot away. She looked down at her feet, not wanting to meet his enchanting green eyes.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, and he pulled her into a tight hug that she melted into.

"It's okay, I understand. Sammy was lecturing me for putting you in danger by us being together, he didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He told her softly, and she nodded, though still slightly hesitant. Nicole hugged Dean tighter as he set his chin on her head, not wanting him to let go.

"Everything will be okay, I promise."

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