Haunted {Dean Winchester 1}

He was so, so close, dangerously so. I couldn't bring myself to pull back, to break eye contact. I was entranced by him. He kept me there, locked in his intense gaze. His eyes burned with something I hadn't seen ever before. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed.
"Penny for your thoughts, Si?" Dean's breath fanned my face, making me pull in a breath of my own. I needed to step back before I couldn't control myself.
You. But I wouldn't tell him that. I couldn't. For one, his ego did not need it. Two, I was scared. I was terrified that this would go too far and it wouldn't work out.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The words slip past my lips faster than I can stop them. That seemed to happen around him. I couldn't control the things I say or do. Normally, I had the best self-control a person could hope for.
But Dean...he was able to rip that to pieces with just one look, one word.
Dean chuckles and my body warmed at the sound. He stepped closer.
His body brushed mine now and I couldn't breathe. But the burn in my lungs felt nice.
Dean looked at me for a few moments. I could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking about? I desperately wanted to know.
"Screw it." He muttered before leaning down and kissing me.
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Saige Dawson was a longtime friend of the Winchesters, the eldest brother especially despite the fact she was two years younger than him. She'd always had a tiny crush on him, not that'd she's admit it. And definitely not to him. John would bring his sons to her father's farm where they'd spend a week or two every once in a while. Saige had grown up hunting and with the Winchesters.
She'd opened up to Dean, shared all her secrets and spilled her entire life story. He did the same.
So one day when he stops by for a visit and tells her that John was missing, Saige had to help. John was like a second father figure for her. She couldn't just leave him hanging. And she couldn't leave Dean hanging either. He needed her help. So she would help.