✨_Memory_✨

We were sitting on the bed together, Dean wasn't even close to me, but staring. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"..." I didn't want to bother him about it. I mean? Come on. That's a bit weird for a vampire to demand a request like that from you. I wanted to know more, yet, my stupid self, I'm scared he'll see me as stupid if I ask.

I blushed softly, glad he's being nosey and giving me attention. I puffed my cheeks out a bit, still not looking up at him as I wrote down some things on a notepad.

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Dear Dean,
            When you read this after getting furious with me NOT answering you. Just know, if you read this, I'm taking over your room and kicking you out. :).                                                                        
                                                                                  
Love, Silvia ♥️

"Silvia, I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me." He spoke seriously. His tone was stern.

I smirked slightly, knowing I was annoying him. He growled in a whine. "Silvia.." his whine was so cute. I looked over at him.

"Yes?" I finally say.

He pouts at me.

"What are you writing?... Why don't you pay some attention to me?.." he sounded like a little child. It reeled me in the way he suddenly got jealous over me paying more attention to writing than him.

I got up an went over to the big cry baby just to pat his head.

He gave me a what the fuck look.

Hehe.

"I'm not a mutt, Silvia. I'm dangerous." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh? Are you hot and dangerous?" I referred to the song and he just chuckles. " You're a mess." He smiles.

Perfect. Maybe I'll ask him now.

"Um. Dean. About Seth. What did h-"

"Can you quit bringing him up? I hate his guts. You shouldn't have even been with him. What if he killed you?! Silvia, you've gotta be more car-"

"Dean!" I cut him off. He wasn't letting me explain myself. He shut up, crossing his arms.

"He saved me, to be honest. There was a roaming vampire and he tried to feed on me. Then that's when he saved me."

Dean looked at me as his eyes softened. " Oh. I'm sorry..." He mumbles, feeling a little bad now.

"Dean. Why did he call you a prince?" I asked.

He was silent.

He wasn't going to tell me, was he?

"I deserve to know. We're friends, are we not?" I asked, a little panic in my voice.

He sighs. "Of course we are friends, Silvia. He called me a prince because I used to be one when I was human." He confessed.

"I had to fake my own death to escape curious photographers and publishers. I could have been exposed. Do you know what happens when the public hears of a vampire among the humans?"

"No. What happens?" I was absorbed, concentrating only on Dean.

"They kill them or bring down their status to stop further risk of the humans finding out the truth of the supernatural. If you weren't a special kind of human. The King would have had me kill you, personality in front of him." Dean told me with a hint of agony in his eyes.

Does even the thought of him hurting me, pain him?

"So that's why he called me prince. The last human that came along... She... She was murdered by that yellow eyed curse..." Dean seemed to almost cry as his voice broke.

"Dean..." I whisper softly as I went up and hugged him, still standing. He hugged me back.

He's crying? The silent sobs caught me off guard. I felt the sudden tears tug at my eyes as I was touched. He was crying.

He never cries. Not even in front of me. Who was this girl?

Was she his girlfriend?

Dean shook under my embrace as he sobbed into my chest. I felt bad for asking, but I needed to know.

"Who was she?" I asked gently.

"S-She was m-my sister. My sw-sweet little Bambi..." He furrowed his head deeper into my chest, like he was trying to escape those dark memories.

Dean...

"She wou-would love you so much, Silvia. She was always trying to take peoples attention off of me and take it for herself." He chuckled, weak and embarrassed.

I gulped silently, stroking his hair to comfort him. "I'm sure she would. I don't understand how she would want your attention when you're an idiot." I tease him.

He laughed. "Ouch. You're a meanie, but you're my meanie." He hugged me. He wasn't sobbing anymore, he was looking up at me.

Even after hearing him cry, he still looks handsome.

I had another question tugging at my lips. "Why did you tell me I had to be a vampire?" I ask.

"Because... I wouldn't be able to see you. If you turned 19 and was turned, then you'd have to been with a forever stuck 19 year old vampire. I'd go insane knowing another vampire was touching you. That's why I want to claim you." He looked so serious with his chin pressed against my chest.

So that's why.

I don't have long until my birthday.

So I'll have to choose fast, won't I?

If you were me, what would you do?