Page 234 of Savior
“We’re supposed to be a team, now. Isn’t that what this ring is supposed to represent? Over the last few years, I’ve learned you can’t run from your problems. It’s best to face them head on.”
“Jesus fuck, Vanna… Don’t go Vigilante on me.” He mutters. “I didn’t hang all that shit up for you, only for you to go fucking rogue on me now!”
“I’m not going to be a Vigilante. I can’t even run, Dean.” I try to joke. I can tell by the slight movement of his shoulders, he suppressed at least a chuckle at that. “Come to bed now. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” I sigh, getting under the covers and trying to get myself comfortable enough to lie still for a little while. “As long as we have each other, we’re going to be fine.”
“I killed his brother, Vanna… I exterminated that entire crew. How can you expect me to trust him, after all that?”
“I don’t.”
Closing my eyes, I listen to him kick his boots off and lay back on the bed next to me. I know he’s still brooding, probably staring up at the ceiling.
Though I’m not sure I really want to know the answer to this, I open my eyes to look at him and the question falls from my lips anyway. “How many men have you killed?”
He turns to face me, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he slowly shakes his head. “Not men, Vanna. Monsters. But I have killed. I feel no remorse about it, either… Does this make you afraid of me?”
“No.” I sigh. “Maybe that makes me as crazy as you… But no. I know who you are, Dean.”
He turns over onto his side, taking my hand and pressing my fingers to his lips as if he’s relieved. “I can’t lose you… Not in any sense of the word, Vanna.” He nearly whispers. “I’m not perfect, but I will love you with every fiber of my being, until my last breath.”
“You say these things as if you think I don’t already know.”
“Did you kiss him back?” Dean asks. Even in the mostly dark, I can see the look of dread in his eyes.
“No, Dean… I fought every moment of it, and only thought of you.”
He nods.
“Are you still upset with me?”
“Yes… I hate that you did all of this.”
“Alright…” I sigh. “That’s fair.”
Dean scoots himself closer to me, curving his body up against me until our foreheads are touching. I close my eyes and listen to him breathe for a few minutes, before he decides to speak again.
“By the way, I don’t believe Bonnie actually loved Clyde… And their story didn’t end well.”
I have to press my lips together for a moment, rolling them inward as I suppress a laugh. “Okay. Fine. Bad analogy.” I concede. Once the wave to laugh at him passes and I can look at him again with a straight face, I tell him, “Then we’re just Dean and fucking Vanna.”
A crooked grin finally cracks his expression. “Fucking Vanna, is right.”
