Camping is a drag || Delilah & Dean
"I’m not Dean, please" She felt herself began to feel pain and hurt. She couldn’t believe she had hurt him like this. He thought she was a monster. She tried to move but Dean had a grip on her arm "Please let go, I didn’t mean to, I’ve never done it before, I c…can control it". Before Delilah knew it she was crying. She had never felt this scared or hurt in her life. She could tell there was hate in Dean’s eyes. She knew he wouldn’t want her again.
"I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry" She didn’t know how serious Dean was, she couldn’t even make eye contact with him. She was scared, she hadn’t felt this way in ages. She didn’t want to lose Dean as a friend. She placed her hand on his chest "I’m sorry Dean". Delilah continued to cry, she didn’t know how to stop herself she just laid there terrified and feeling alone.
“You… You are, Delilah.” His voice shook. When she started crying Dean stopped and instantly felt bad. How many blonde monsters had been crying when he had to kill them? It had never made him feel this bad before. It just showed how much this town was changing him; turning him soft. Although Dean didn’t like it, there wasn’t much he could do. The Winchesters were here for the seven sins, and once they were finished, the brothers would probably leave this town and go on to another one. This vampire wasn’t his priority right now, and he didn’t have to deal with her right this second. As Dean gripped onto Delilah he frowned. She was obviously letting him hold her wrist. She was a vampire; she could have flung him off in one second, but chose not to. That just showed that the blonde still trusted Dean, even after everything now.
He let go of her wrist and looked down, his other arm not moving. “I’m… I’m not going to hurt you.” He finally said. He placed a hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away. Dean wasn’t able to look her in the eye; he then pulled her closer to kiss her forehead. “I… I can’t do it..” He stood up, pulling what felt like a fragile girl with him, even though he knew she had the strength of a lion. Dean had to remember that they were in the middle of the woods, and he was half naked. He reached down to his pants and slid them on. This was not how he wanted this night to go. He then put his knife in his back pocket before touching a hand to his neck and pulling away revealing a tiny bit of blood smeared on his fingers.
