—If you could eat one food for the rest of your life, what would you pick? Pizza tbh

—What's your favorite word? Euphoria 

—What's a food you would never eat? Honestly, I really hate bananas 

—Do you own any pets? I have three dogs :)

HERE IT IS GUYS! THE CHAPTER WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR...

Odessa wasn't sure if she could continue any longer with these meaningless searches for Sam, there wasn't any form of improvement, and she didn't even know if Sam was alive. She'd called him repetitively within the span of four days, but she never received a response, which only intensified her concern for his well-being. He'd disappeared haphazardly with no sign or suggestion of ever wanting to leave. Deep down, Odessa knew Sam didn't willingly leave, or she didn't want to believe he had. Either way, thinking about Sam's absence without any trace of finding him made her heart and head thump sporadically. 

Dean was on the phone once again, she didn't want to listen in on his panicked voice as he pleaded for some shape of information his brother's whereabouts. She often found Dean's fabricated voice disheartening and difficult to listen to, and she didn't take pleasure in eavesdropping in on his confidential conversations. Perhaps if she didn't know Dean like she knew herself maybe she wouldn't have been able to detect how fictitious he sounded when he attempted reassuring himself. But she did know him, and this wasn't the Dean she knew. 

Watching Dean spiral downward because Sam wasn't by his side was possibly one of the most heartbreaking things she's witnessed, and she couldn't have done anything ease his trepidation. She couldn't envision a life without either of them by her side, and she didn't want to either. Sam was her best friend, she could even consider him her brother, and he'd been there for her since the beginning and the lack of his nerdy comments and witty remarks was launching a sense of realization that he was actually missing. She can't lose another brother. 

Much to her surprise, Dean's behavior changed entirely since the afternoon, and he was no longer brooding at everything that moved. He wasn't smiling or cracking any jokes, but he did seem slightly better. Odessa wanted to ask, but she didn't want to demolish this brief moment of relaxation for him. She'd been typing away for any traces of him on Sam's laptop when he entered through the door of the motel. He looked exhausted, and so was she. They didn't get much sleep over the course of four days, considering they spent most of their times searching for Sam, and she was sure if she didn't consume four cups of coffee a day she'd be fast asleep.

He closed the door, the doorframe shaking from the momentum. He tossed his keys on the table by the entrance, and he shook his leather jacket from his shoulders. Glancing her direction, Dean offered a sorrowful smile, one that didn't convince her the slightest. Regardless if she believed him or not, she returned the smile. She closed the laptop, sliding it to the side, and patted the empty space beside her on the bed. He trudged to the side of the mattress and perched himself beside her. The bed dipped as he did so, and she leaned into him. Her head was resting against his shoulder, and each breath was suffused with his cologne and the leather of the Impala.

Odessa interlaced her fingers with his, and he sighed with her touch. She didn't mean the gesture to be anything more than reassurance, but as he squeezed her hand back delicately, she couldn't help the fluttering of her heart. And from where she laid, she could hear his heart beating erratically as well. If Sam weren't missing, everything would've been perfect. She'd been thinking over everything he said months ago, when he admitted there was something more between them, and every time she was overwhelmed with elation. A feeling she had never experienced before with another person, and it felt beautiful.

She rubbed her thumb on his hand soothingly, sighing contently. "We'll find him," She whispered, voice lighter than a feather. "I promise we'll find him. There's no way we're abandoning him. We're gonna find him, but until then, we're not giving up, all right? Sam means too much to me, to us." Dean didn't say anything, and neither did she. From where she positioned, she could see the moon's luminescence glistening through curtains. She could hear the wispy breeze flow in the obscure sky. The beauty of everything seemed intensified during nighttime, and conversations became much more sincere. People said things they wouldn't normally utter in daylight, and emotions also became heightened. 

Odessa wasn't sure why mumbled those three words, perhaps it was a spur of the moment and lack of sleep that sparked his candidness, but whatever the reason she was absolutely positive she stopped breathing momentarily when he spoke wearily. 

"I love you." Was all he said, and that's all that needed to be said.

Hastily, she craned her neck to observe his features, but was greeted with nothing but the expression of an expended man who was relieved. Her chest tightened, and her grasp on his hand tightened considerably. Her mind was littered with an infinite amount of thoughts, her heart imbued with feelings she thought were only possible in movies and books. She didn't hear anything else, only the sound his heart thudding against his chest chaotically. The wind, the cricket's chirping, and the indistinct sound of cars traveling to unknown destinations gradually faded away. 

He opened his eyes, welcoming her with the glimmering shade of green she didn't know was possible. "And I don't care if this is something you aren't ready to hear, but I've got to say it now because if I don't, I know I'm never going to," His voice was rugged, but so intriguing, like the jagged edges of shattered masterpieces. "Odessa, I'm in love with you. And I can't stop thinking about you. I've never loved like this before," He paused, gathering his thoughts accordingly. "And I think about how things would be so much easier if you didn't come into my life, and I think about the man I'd be if you weren't here. Then I think about how much of a dick I'd be if you weren't by Sam and I's side, about how boring our lives would be without you. And it scares the crap out of me."

They laid there, gazing at each other, not saying anything. She didn't know what to say. Did she love him? When picturing the term love, she didn't think of roses and chocolates and movie dates. She thought of daggers engraved with meaning, burger eating contests, those looks they exchanged when saving each on hunts. She thought of the stolen glances, road-trips with the speakers blaring music she didn't know but it made him happy when she tried to sing along. She thought of his cologne, the smile he reserved just for her, the stolen flannels. She thought of  midnight make-out sessions, childish bantering, ceaseless flirting. 

When picturing the term love, she thought of him.

That very moment, staring intently into his eyes, is when everything changed.

She released a shaky breath, her brown eyes flickering all throughout his face, searching for any sign of regret. She didn't find anything. Everything was brighter, lighter, renewed. "Being with you, that's what makes sense," He licked his lips. "Maybe it's the only thing that makes sense in this screwed up world. And I get it, you don't feel the same. You don't wanna do this 'cause of the risks, but I couldn't keep pretending you don't drive me crazy. So, I guess I'm fine with being friends—" 

Odessa cupped his cheeks, colliding her lips with his within seconds. He responded instantly, his hand traveling down to her lower back, his other enwrapped around her waist. They synchronized brilliantly, and there was a constant thumping in her ear as she arched her back. She pulled back, breathing heavily as she grinned divinely and her eyes glistened with such severity words couldn't describe. He opened his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. He stared at her, bewildered. She couldn't restrain herself from pecking his lips once more. "I..." She trailed off, licking her lips as she realized how real this was. "I love you too." 

Any form of exhaustion diminished within seconds as she spoke those mere words. She then did the simplest thing in the world. She leaned in and kissed him again, and it was like the sun came out. Every touch from him ignites a fire in her, and her skin blazes where he caressed her, and she can no longer breathe. She feels him smile against her lips, and she laughs boisterously as he picks her up, carefully placing her on his thighs until she's straddling him. She tilts her head, allowing him plant his lips against her neck, and there isn't anything more euphoric than this. 

Returning his lips back on her, she moans into his touch, but things abruptly ends when he pulls back. "Be mine," Her grin falters for a moment, but he notices. "Odessa, for once, can you stop giving a damn about what's right and wrong. Stop worrying about me. Just do what you want," Her beam returns, and he inches closer. "So, give me a chance, and be mine." Her lips mold perfectly with his, and she nods, careful not to separate herself from him.

"All right," She mumbled, "All right, don't screw this up."

He grinned brightly. "Wouldn't dream of it," He said, "God, I love you, Odessa De Los Santos."

"I love you, Dean Winchester."