Dean's eyes flipped open. Camille stared back at him.
He sat up his neck was sweaty. Actually his entire body felt sticky and sweaty.
"Dean?"
He felt disoriented, he could hear Camille, but at a muffle. There was a ringing in his ear and his throat felt dry.
He got up and reached for a bottle of water he'd left on the floor, gulping it down.
Camille stood watching him in half concern half confusion.
Dean couldn't take this feeling, he felt overheated. He took of his hoodie, and then his shirt under that. He also took off his sweatpants, he wore a pair of shorts under them.
Camille became flustered at him suddenly taking off his clothes.
"Dean."
He still hadn't looked at her. Now just sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall, his face flushed.
Camille went over standing in front of him. She put her hands on his face so that he would look at her.
"Dean, baby… look at me. Was it a bad dream? Was it the same dream?"
Dean nodded.
Camille hugged him. "If this keeps happening then we need to go to a therapist. Why do you think you keep having this dream?"
Dean shook his head. "If I even began to try and explain why… it wouldn't make sense. You would think I'm crazy…"
Camille gave a small smirk. "Try me."
Dean opened his mouth. But hesitated, he was really going to tell her. But the timing felt off.
"I'll tell you after the wedding, I'll lay everything down and explain it all to you. If you decide you can't take it… then I'll understand."
Camille suddenly got serious. Whatever this was, it was really bothering him. It hurt her to know he didn't feel comfortable enough to tell her in this moment. As if hearing her thoughts Dean spoke.
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that the timing feels off."
Though it bugged her, she decided to stay quiet and trust him.
Camille told him that she met up with her mom.
"Yeah she's in town for today…"
"Well that's interesting… how did it go?"
"It actually went better than I was expecting… she actually.. she apologized, for everything…"
Deans eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's good, that's good."
Camille smiled to herself. "It feels like a big weight was lifted off of me."
Dean started at her. "I'm glad… I know I said some things to your mother and that her and I may not like each other… but I know you love her, so if you're going to have her in your life I won't protest."
Camille leaned into him. "Good because I invited her to the wedding, I mean she had already heard about it from people back home."
Dean nodded, "I invited my brother Dante…"
"Aw great, will it be your first time seeing him in awhile?"
Dean nodded. He was quiet for a few moments.
"I also called my mom… and I apologized for that I said to her that time, we had this big long talk about us, her and my dad… I just wish he hadn't changed. That he hadn't pushed us all away. I really really would like to say that I hate him with my whole being… but that's easy, I don't hate him, I can't hate him. I guess I will always want the father back that I used to have."
Camille listened to him, and tried to comfort him. She knew nothing would fill that hole in his heart. So she had to do her best to fill every other one, the same way he had done for her.
She stayed for a while just until he fell asleep and then she went back to her dorm.
Just two months until he was hers forever.