The Cynical Prince

'All I need is your beating heart...'

"Aren't you happy, you can finally be rid of me!" I joked as Dean and I walked out of the doctor's office. It had been a week and I followed up with the doctor just as he had asked and said that I was okay to go to work and school. Dean looked down at me smiling at me sadly. I furrowed my brow wondering why he would react that way.

"What's wrong?" Dean shook his head and placed an arm around my shoulders.

"Nothing, just gunna be sad without my roomies." I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked to his car so that he could take me home. It was Monday and I was told that work could start tomorrow for me. Which meant the lounge was tomorrow night and so was school in the morning. I had done all the assignments they had given Dean for me since I had all that time on my hands.

"Well what do you want to do now?" I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.

"I was thinking maybe-"

"Dean!" Some guy that I didn't even know stopped us right before we were able to get into Dean's car, it only parked a feet meters away. I was slightly startled and grabbed onto Dean who instantly tightened his grip around me.

"Sam? How-How'd you find me?" So, this was the guy Dean was yelling at over the phone a couple nights ago.

I hadn't brought it up, about over hearing some of what Dean and him were talking about. It wasn't any of my business and since Dean didn't bring it up to me, I figured it wasn't important. Now my thoughts were beginning to change. It was all very strange, Dean trying to push me behind him as Sam fiddled with his hands and walked back and forth.

"I-I need to talk to. Now...alone." Sam looked at me for a moment and then up at Dean. I looked up at Dean who looked down and me, handing me the keys.

"Listen, head home, I'll meet you there okay." I bit my lip holding on to his hand when he tried to pull away. He looked at me confused as I shook my head softly. He smiled at me and caressed my face.

"Alessa, I'll be fine. Now go," I took a deep breath and looked over at Sam who seemed very anxious for me to leave.

"Okay, nice meeting you." Sam just waved at me and began tapping his foot against the sidewalk, obviously becoming impatient with me taking so long to leave. I quickly stuck myself in the car and drove off, glance at Dean and Sam through the rear view mirror.

What could be going on with him? Dean was never one to be so secretive with me and he definitely wasn't one to have strange men in his life. He barely had strange women in his life I just couldn't make heads or tales of the situation. This was so unlike Dean that I didn't know what to think. I knew if I didn't get home soon though I would probably turn back to get Dean and tell him to get in the goddamned car.

Once I got home, I couldn't help but pace the apartment. I was worried sick about him, something inside of me telling me that I should be afraid of never seeing him again. Something telling me that I would lose Dean forever just like I lost Andrew.

My heart started to pound at the thought of never seeing Dean again, that just couldn't happen. No, if I lost someone else I wouldn't know what to do. My fear began to rise, and I could feel a panic attack coming on. I quickly grabbed my purse, headed out my window on the fire escape, and lit up a cigarette. It calmed me only slightly, knowing I would need another one after this first one.

I just couldn't handle those thoughts of not having Dean in my life. Not when he placed himself, back in it so perfectly. I mean sure we had our weird moments that freaked me out but I would rather have those than not have any at all.

Just then, I heard the buzzer from downstairs ring. I placed my cigarette on the ash try on my fire escape and quickly headed to the intercom.

"Dean?!" I asked hopefully only to hear another voice laugh at me.

"No, Genieve. You gunna let me up or what?" I heard her voice from the other end. I was slightly saddened that it was her but glad that it was so that I would at least have someone to talk to. I buzzed her up and waited for her to come through the door as I sat by my windowsill finishing my cigarette.

"What's up?" She asked as she came through the door only to pause when seeing me. My foot was shaking like crazy and I was chewing at the inside of my cheek.

"Honey what's wrong?" Genieve came over to me and hugged me. I hugged her back tightly and let the tears fall.

"I'm going to lose him, I know it. It's happening all over again, he's just never going to come back!" Genieve looked at me utterly confused but continued to try and comfort me.

"Shh, that's not going to happen. No one is going to leave you." I just cried harder my fear growing. I had no idea why I was reacting in such a way. The memory of losing Andrew flashed in my head, which just for some reason made me think I was going to lose Dean too. That Sam character looked shady sending off bad vibes making me run off with thoughts of some guy who was looking for money he was owed or something.

I guess it was just that bad of a vibe that I had gotten off of that guy and not knowing what was going on I just assumed the worst. I always assumed the worse and it gave me these horrible panic attacks. My mind circling; thoughts of him getting into a fight with that Sam person and never coming back because he dumped his beaten and tattered body into some river. Even though I should know better since Dean was at least twice the body mass of Sam, but I still couldn't help but panic.

I continued to cry for I don't know how long possibly a good hour, Genieve still holding onto me the entire time until I heard keys at the door. I held my breath and saw Dean walk in with a sullen look on his face. He looked up at us to see my eyes swollen, dried tears and a running nose.

"Alessa? What's wrong?" He asked placing his keys on the counter. I didn't say anything and just ran over to him jumping onto him. He caught me of course as I gripped onto him tightly. Dean held onto me tightly as I cried harder into the nape of his neck.

"I thought you were never coming back! I was so scared you were never coming back!" I just continued to cry as Dean held onto me. He hushed me, rubbing my back like a small child trying to sooth me.

"It's alright. I'm fine. I'm not going to leave you, you won't lose me." Genieve looked at us both and smiled sadly.

"I wanted to give you this," she pointed to the box that I didn't even realized she had placed on the counter and I looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you." She nodded her head and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"I'll see you later, you obviously need some alone time." I bit my lip and she made her way out the door. I looked at Dean who just stared at me apathetically.

"I'm scared."

"Shh, I know. I know. But not anymore," Dean walked up to the bedroom and placed me down on the bed, bringing up the covers. He made a move to walk out when I held onto him.

He understood what I meant and crawled into the bed with me. He held onto me tightly as I gripped his forearm that was draped over me. I sniffled the entire time until I passed out. All I could remember was falling asleep listening to Dean's heartbeat, glad that it was still there.