Willpower

"I will need to go out right now, I don't know when I will be back." Announced Dean. "Wait," I said. "I uhm… wait," I said hurriedly. I got out of the bathtub and almost slipped on the wet floor. "Are you alright?" I heard Dean say when I accidently dropped something. "Yes," I quickly said.

I took a towel and covered myself with it. I slightly opened the bathroom door and peeked through the crack. Dean's eyes grew wide with, what seemed like shock, when he looked at me.

"Melissa," he breathed in a tight voice and visibly swallowed. "Where are you going?" I questioned paying no mind to his prudence, and flew open the door.

Dean turned around, away from me, and answered me. "I need to go speak to my father before he gets on a plane and returns home," said Dean, staring straight ahead of him.

"Your cloths are on the bed," I heard Dean shriek. "Dean, do you think it is possible for us to spend one more night here," I quietly asked him. We did not have anywhere to go.

"I am not sure that this is the best environment for your boys to be in," Dean said without a hint of emotion. Did he want us gone?

"I get that you can't go home right now," said Dean, still not looking at me. For heaven's sake, I was covered with a towel. He was being too much right now. "But I think it would be best if you and the boys sleep in a hotel or something," declared Dean in a business manner.

"Just for one night," I pleaded with him. "I mean, I will figure something out after that. We Won't be any trouble and stay in the room they are in now," I made my case.

"Alright, but I still think it is best if you and the boys stay elsewhere. All the guys that live here, are good fella's, but I hardly think it is appropriate for your sons." Dean stroke a hand through his hair.

"I know, but I just need to come up with a plan…" I said. I felt horrible. Did he really not care for me at all? Was I so bad to be around?

"You know what," I said feeling a little bitter. "Don't worry, I will be gone before you are back," I told him and stomped out of the room.

"Melissa," I heard Dean call after me. He caught up with me, towing me back into the bedroom.

"What?!" I glared at him. Dean's eyes seemed soft. "What were you going to do?" Dean eyed the towel around my body. He shrugged. I closed my eyes and sighed. Well, that was stupid, but I was not going to admit that. "Don't you have to go to your father?" I uttered.

Dean glanced at his watch and then looked back at me. He eyed the swell of my breast, that was visible beneath the towel. "You should get dressed," he said and looked up at my eyes again.

"I will try to be back in an hour," Dean said uncertain. "We will come up with a plan together, alright?" he asked for confirmation.

'Mwaa,' I pouted my lips. "You don't have to bother," I told him. "I won't be here when you return," I firmly said. That was a horrible idea. The boys were probably still asleep and I had honestly no idea where to go.

I walked to the bed and grabbed my clothing. Dean followed me with his eyes. "You can just go already," I snapped at him. I bit my lip. That had escalated quickly. He was not that perfect after all. I figured as much.

Dean seemed perplexed by my reaction and studied me. He licked his lips and approached me. Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, surprising me by the gesture and pulled me close against him. Then he stroke a string of hair behind my ear and held my gaze. My breathing hitched.

I tightly held onto my towel. Dean's index finger trailed across my face, my skin tingled where he touched me. The room was quiet, but my heartbeat sped. I could swear you could hear it getting louder and louder.

Dean cupped my face and gently brought his lips really close to mine, but he did not kiss me. Dean then skimmed my face with his nose and a shiver went down my spine. His lips found their way back to the corner of my mouth, I felt a smile form on his lips.

"Princes, are we still fighting, for whatever reason, or am I allowed to kiss you now?" Dean said husky. I visibly swallowed as he leaned in. "My darling, if you want me to stop because, you want to stay mad at me. Tell me now," he whispered. His hot breath touched my skin.

I could not pronounce a single word. Dean brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now," said Dean, tracing the line of my cheekbone with his tongue. "Or now, my princes," he murmured against my lips. "Or-"

"Shut up already," I told him, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me. The rest of his words were lost against my lips. His lips felt wet and incredibly soft, cradling me. I so badly needed more. My fingers knotted in his shirt, pulling him harder against my body with my free hand. Dean softly groaned, low in his throat and playfully bit my lip.

"Now," Dean breathed against my mouth. "I will be back in an hour and I will send breakfast to the boy's room," said Dean soothingly. He kissed me again, this time with more force. His mouth felt warm, It felt like I went under water, drinking him in. A moan escaped my lips.

My fingers glided through his hair, while my other hand still held my towel. His nose brushed against mine, as Dean tilted his head to the side. "When I will get back, we will make a plan together," said Dean, making clear he expected me to still be here. His eyes seemed a warmer shade of blue somehow.

"And you will be dressed properly, because even I have limits to my willpower," he wickedly smiled at me.