Her, To Home

“Dean? Sara?” She cried and rushed forward but Dean pushed Sara behind him as if to hide her from her. Her steps stopped in the middle as she stared wide eye at them.

“I told you stay away from us.” Dean spit out, his figure trying to hide Sara away completely behind him.

“Dean, honey. Please listen to me. Just once.” His mother pleaded; her voice as desperate as his was when he was begging his father to not kick him out.

“What more do you want to take away from me?” Dean demanded. He was trying not to shout. He wanted to shout at her to go away, to never appear in front of him again. But he knew they were in public; he knew that people were already watching. He didn’t want either of those disgusting creatures who helped give birth to him ever appear in front of him again. He was afraid, so afraid that they might take Sara away from him. He was afraid they would make Sara realize that he wasn’t good enough, that he had some dirty blood running in his veins. That he was born out of a sin.

“No, I don’t want to take anything away. Sara… please ask hi—-”

“Don’t take her name from your filthy mouth.” Dean snapped. A hand brushed his back softly and reminded that Sara was still there, still his, he tried to calm himself down.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Dean please, I need you. Your little brother needs you.” The woman cried; her one hand was on her stomach which Dean hadn’t noticed before. His eyes slowly fell on her stomach. Though it wasn’t obvious unless you actually look at it carefully, he could see the small bump there. A cold shiver ran down her spine. He watched in horror at the woman he once had called his mother.

“You need to come home to protect him. You need to make your father believe that he is his child! Please!”

Dean heart felt like it was breaking in pieces. He had believed he had stopped caring but wasn’t this too cruel? He stood there trying to find a way to escape. Praying that the woman in front of him either shut up or just disappear but she was standing in front of him slowly stabbing him with her words.

“You are all grown now, you need to protect your mother. We need yo—-”

The sound of a hard slap made him realize that his hands were empty behind him. He hadn’t even noticed when O’Brian shake his hand off her and had moved to slap his mother right on the face but there she was, standing in front of him like an angry tigress who had her teeth bare. Her angry eyes which he so adored were glaring down at his mother.

“You disgusting pig!” She spit out and pushed her back into his chest, not to demand comfort but to provide a shield.

“How dare you think that he will come back to that house to protect a sorry excuse like you? Dean doesn’t need the name attached to the blood flowing in him. He doesn’t need you nor do you have any right to demand anything from him. Go back in your hell hole alone. Dean is mine.” Her cold voice had surprised him. He had never really seen her angry. Not like this, never like this she was at the end of her patience. His arms went around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest to accept her protection without being shameful.

“Sara…” The woman stared at his O’Brian in shock, her one hand holding her redden cheek. The tears in her eyes just fueled O’Brian’s anger.

“Don’t ruin our date with your ugly face.” Sara warned her and after grabbing his hand from one hand and pushing the cart with other she dragged him away. He followed her while staring at the back of her head. When they had walked away a safe distance he stopped and pulled her to his chest, embracing her.

“Stop being so sexy.” He mumbled in her neck, a helpless smile on his face.

“Nobody has right to demand anything from you except me.” She declared hotly and he laughed while leaning back. Her mouth was also in a cheeky grin, the angry from before was gone like wind form her.

“Yes, my love.” He accepted while kissing her hand.

They wasted a couple of hours looking at useless things and buying even more useless things. When they were done, they drove back to O’Brian’s place where Britney was waiting for them with her hands on her hips. She glared at them when they entered the kitchen.

“You useless human beings.” She snapped at them.

Sara quickly hides behind him and pushed him towards the angry woman. He just smiled charmingly, put down the shoppers and took her hands in his and coaxed her gently, “Show us mercy, mother-in-law.”

Britney was surprised by his words but then laughed and gently slapped his cheeks. Her eyes shine in happiness as she looked at him and for him that was enough. Sara had been right; he already had a family. He already had everything right in this house.

“What a charming son-in-law I have.” She said sweetly which made Dean blink his eyes as if trying to prove her that he was indeed charming.

“I didn’t know you had asked Jamie to marry you.” Sara’s taunting voice made him turn to see her smiling but not really smiling. He could only open his mouth to try to coax her but found her continuing, “Unless it’s Jamie who you asked, I don’t see how you could dare to declare yourself this house’s son-in-law you shameless pervert.”

Dean looked at Britney for help who simply laughed and shrugged away his pleading eyes. He turned back to look at O’Brian.

“I am dating you with the thought of marriage, so I obviously become this house’s son-in-law.” Dean tried confidently force himself on her but she wasn’t really buying his useless act.

She rolled her eyes and left the kitchen and he could only follow her like a love sick puppy. She simply ignored him and went to her room where she put down her bag and took off her snickers.

“Where is my birthday gift?” She suddenly asked while taking off her jacket but her eyes still wasn’t looking at him.

“I prepared a lot!” He proudly stated and waited for her to praise him.

She turned to him and all he could do was wait for her to throw something at him but instead she walked towards him and took his hand pulling him to sit down on the bed. He decided to not make any remarks because she looked a bit serious for his useless jokes.

“This time can I ask something myself?” She asked after she kneeled on the floor between his legs, her eyes stared at his. They weren’t as bare as he was used to seeing in them. Confused he could only nod slowly.

“Can you accept my name as yours?” She asked and Dean could only look more confused. She noticed that he didn’t understand because she let go of his hand and opened the drawer of her side table and pulled out a thin file and handed it to him.

He opened and found a petition for changing name where his name was written. The form was mostly filled. When he read the new name written on it, he snapped his head to look at O’Brian in disbelieve. He felt like his heart stopped.

“Can you give me this?” She asked, a soft smile on her lips and he couldn’t breathe properly.

“This….” He couldn’t find any words to say.

He looked in those beautiful circles which held such strong adoration in them as the owner of them cupped his face and asked softly, “Won’t you become Dean O’Brian for me?”