IT'S HAPPENING! DESSA IS SAILING...SOON...AND SORRY IT'S SOOO SHORT

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|Questions of The Chapter|: —Who was/is your least favorite character in Supernatural? I will always despise Metatron 

—What is the first emoji in your 'Frequently Used'? Mine is the laughing emotion with tears cuz I'm always laughing at weird crap lol

—What is one word you would use to describe me? I would say 'Creative' 

—Should I make a Social Media fanfic for Jensen and Emeraude (I mean, I'd use her as the faceclaim but I'd make my own character for the story, get me?) 

Odessa didn't like sleeping alone.

She concluded she couldn't slumber accordingly because her source of warmth, contentment, and amenity was no longer beside her. She had tossed and turned relentlessly, so much she was certain the people next-door were growing exasperated with her ceaseless shuffling. She tried snuggling close against the supplementary pillows, barricading herself within the blankets, and even tried stuffing her face deep inside the pillows. Nothing was working, and she hated knowing why she couldn't sleep. She despised knowing she was incapable of sleeping because Dean wasn't beside her.

For the first time in a very long time, Sam casually suggested they purchase Odessa her own motel room, for her sake. She was beginning to smell like their cologne, and her clothes reeked of a mixture of cologne and blood, which wasn't a pleasant combination. Initially, the proposal of having her own room was thrilling and she was more than willing to abandon her boys for one night of soundless sleeping that wasn't intervened with snoring from either of them. Now, she was looking back and deplored her prior actions.

 Glancing towards the blinking neon-red numbers perched on the nightstand beside her bed, she groans were muffled by the pillow stuffed on her face. Nearly two a.m. and she wasn't the slightest bit exhausted. Raking her fingers through her hair, she came to the decision of brewing some coffee and watch whatever was being broadcasted in the core of midnight. There was nothing else she could possibly, she wasn't going to sneak inside Sam and Dean's room and stealthily snuggle in Dean's arms. She could steal Sam's laptop and browse through whatever the internet offered, but that required entering their room and she wasn't sure if she could resist the urge to cuddle beneath Dean's duvets.

Tossing the sheets off her body, Odessa swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. Her toes were enclosed around the fuzzy carpet placed on the floor, and she was appreciative there wasn't hardwood flooring because it'd send shivers down her spine upon contact. The absence of her warm blankets encircled around her physique was a rude awakening of how cold it actually was. Scurrying to the door, she quickly opened the entryway and immediately froze as she witnessed the scene before her.

Dean was standing inches from where she stood, appearing indecisive as he intently eyed the handle attached to her door. His eyebrows were furrowed with deep concentration, and his hand was raised, as if he were tentative on knocking on her door. Upon realizing the door was opened and she was staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, he quickly gathered his composure. He massaged the nape of his neck. "Oh, hey," He said, shattering the silence between them. "What are you doing here?" 

Odessa quirked an eyebrow, the corner's of her mouth curving. "You mean inside my motel room..." She trailed off, chuckling softly as she saw Dean's expression change. It was the kind of expression someone made when realizing they said something utterly idiotic. "Just about to get some coffee, couldn't sleep. What are you doing here?" She asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against her doorframe.

He stuffed his hands inside his sweatpants' pockets. "Couldn't sleep either," He said, voice no louder than normal. "I was hoping you were awake. I was thinking maybe we could talk. It's kind of important." By the looks of it, Dean was going to be doing much of the talking. She nodded, stepping back and allowed access for him to enter. 

He glanced around, as if his room hadn't contained the same furniture and wasn't arranged identically the same. She propped herself on the corner of the mattress, crossing her legs as she patted the space beside her, motioning for Dean stop fidgeting around in the middle of the room. He took notice of her impatience and sat beside her. There was a brief moment of silence and the only that could be deciphered was the chaotic streets miles away. The reticence wasn't uncomfortable, in fact, it was the complete opposite. This silence was brimming with unsaid emotions, words threatening to be mumbled, and urges to touch one another. 

He stared down at her, and she peered through her lashes, gazing heavenwards and inspected his verdurous eyes. His skin was paler, perhaps this was because of the ashen moonlight, and his freckles were more notable with the cadaverous illumination. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was because his eyes spoke the words he was incapable of speaking aloud, but she grinned. It was the kind of smile that made endless possibilities seem plausible, that anything was possible. And he grinned in response, and the constellations in the obscure sky weren't nearly as ravishing as his smile. 

As he spoke, his adoration hadn't faltered for a second. "You know, I've always been able to talk to you," He said, tearing his gaze from her eyes, and he glimpsed down at his fingers. "But now, I can't even think straight because all I'm thinking about is kissing you." Odessa was certain the frantic beating of her heart fastened its pace, if that were even possible. She opened her mouth to reply, to say something, but nothing was said. She didn't know what to say, and if she did somehow manage to muster a proper a sentence she knew she was going to say something stupid like admitting her feelings. "No, it's fine. You don't have to say anything." 

She pressed her lips together, and nodded softly. He understood how challenging this was for her, and he knew she was better off not saying anything at all because she didn't know how. And she loved that about him; he knew her like he knew himself, and he knew she wasn't ready to say anything. "I don't even know if this love but..." He trailed off, redirecting his intensive gaze back upon her apprehensive expression. "I really like it. And I don't know how things will turn out, I don't know if you'd break my heart, and I don't know if telling you this is gonna be a mistake in the morning," He was dangerously close now, and his larger hand was sprawled atop her much smaller, delicate hand. "But what I do know is you and I belong together."

Odessa smiled wistfully, wishing she could toss aside her worries and eradicate her mentality to give in and kiss him, but she simply couldn't. "And sometimes I think 'God, she is the most stunningly beautiful woman I've ever seen', and I don't know why you decided to break me out of custody back in Jericho, California, but I'm glad you did." 

She licked her lips, peering down at her crossed legs sorrowfully. "Dean, I can't," She whispered, hesitantly returning her fixated stare back on him. "I'm sorry, but I can't—"

Dean smiled, as if he knew this were going to happen. He smiled as if he were okay with her being incapable of expressing her emotions back. He understood. "I know. And it's okay."

Her head snapped in his direction, eyes wide with befuddlement. "How is that okay?" He intertwined her fingers with his gingerly, as if she were made of shattered glass. He was always so gentle with her, always making sure she was okay, always putting her before anyone else. 

"Because I'm willing to wait," He said, "As long as it takes." 

She shook her head, scoffing at the ridiculous suggestion. "I'm not going to make you wait for me," She affirmed, "I'm not gonna do that." She said after a moment's pause. 

He smiled softly again, the kind that was so unlike him. The kind of smile that made her feel like everything was going to be okay. "Odessa, it's fine. Because in the end," He said, cupping her cheek with such delicacy she was relishing in the sensation. "I know we're gonna be together."

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "You're gonna like me a lot more sooner or later, Odessa," He grinned, "But as of now, I'm gonna let you pretend for a while that you don't already."