Dean sleeps restless that night. He always sleeps better when he shares a bed with Cas, but tonight it's even worse than usual. He doesn't have any nightmares, but he feels unsafe. His eyes are closed, and he’s half asleep as he shifts from one side to another. Suddenly, he hears a sigh-like noise, and something soft slides over his cheek. Dean jumps up, his heart beating fast, sweat running down his forehead. What the hell, he wonders. In panic his throat tightens. Dean has trouble breathing. Anxiously, his eyes wander through the dark room. He is alone. Not seconds ago he felt like someone was in the room with him. He pads out of his bed and tiptoes to the door of his room. He presses on ear against it and harkens. Nothing. His apartment …show more content…
He opens the door and peeks through the small gap. Nothing. Just the darkness of his empty apartment. Dean holds his breath before he decides to step out of his room. He turns is head in all directions, trying to see every part of his surroundings. The blood rushes through his ears, and his heart beats so loud Dean is sure if there is someone else with him, they can hear it as well. Tense, he sneaks to his front door, afraid someone might jump him any second. When he reaches his front door, and sees that it’s locked Dean starts to relax. It's the stress of the last days that made him become paranoid, Dean thinks. It must have been a vivid dream. When he enters his bedroom again he sees that the window is open. It could have been a chilly wisp of wind. Yawning, he walks towards the window and closes it. A glance at the clock tells Dean that it's 7 AM. That means he’s only slept for three hours. He needs at least four. He tiredly crawls back into bed. When he wakes up three hours later, he’s already forgotten his panic attack this morning. What he hasn't forgotten is that he wanted to go shopping with Cas. Dean grabs his phone, eager to write …show more content…
Monday sounds good. Dean tries not to be disappointed that Cas doesn’t have no time. The guy has to work after all. Dean could hang out with Sam, but Sam is probably busy banging Gabriel all over their apartment, and gross, Dean doesn't want to think about it. So he decides to spend his Sunday on his couch, watching TV, doing nothing. But on the other hand he could finally clean his apartment. He had planned doing this for a long time, but never had time. He scrubs his bathroom and kitchen floor, polishes the windows and organizes old mail. He decides to do laundry as well, grabs a basket full of it and moves into the cellar, where the washing machines are. He throws his dirty clothes inside, turns the machine on, sits down and pulls out his favourite book by Cas. After a while he notices that somebody joined him. When Dean looks up he spots his new neighbour. She has long, blonde hair and a cute smile, even though her mouth seems too big for Dean's liking. “Hi, I don't think we’ve met. I'm Dean,” he introduces himself. “Nice to meet you. I'm Lilith,” she says and blushes. “You live in apartment 3B, right?” she asks. Dean nods. “I live in 4B, right above you,” she continues, the flush on her face brightening, “It’s my first time living alone. I shared an apartment with my brother