The sensation of being lifted from the bed awakes me.

You gasp, catching a quick glimpse of Jensen and Micah fast asleep in bed, before staring up at the dark figure above you. He carries you across the room and down the hall as your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness.

"Damien?" You sleepily whisper.

He lets out a soft, deep breath. "Yes, baby. It's me," he reassures you, as you rest your face against his warm shoulder.

"I'm here."

You enter his room a moment later. He gently lays you down on his bed before climbing in beside you. You settle beneath the covers, legs intertwined, bodies pressed together. you rest your cheek on his bare chest. He lightly brushes your hair with his fingers, and you relish in the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord. "I can hear your heart," you tell him, listening closely to the strong, quiet beats ricocheting through him.

"Really?" he asks. "I didn't know I had one.

A shudder runs through you. Craning your neck, you stare into his eyes. Even through the pitch blackness of his room, there's a spark within them.

He cups your face with his hand. "My heart beats for you, {{user}}," he murmurs, tracing your lips with his thumb.

"Without you, I'm nothing but a numb, empty shell of a man, on the brink of madness."

Your breathing quickens.

His does, too.

"How is this possible?" you desperately ask. "How do I feel this strongly for you?"

Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I'm not the one to ask about..." he hesitates, trying to find the right word. "Feelings."

"Why not?"

"I'm not sure how they work," he answers. "How any of this works, really. For years, I never felt anything. Not a single shred of emotion, other than an unimaginable rage." Suddenly, he takes your jaw in a firm grasp. "Until I met you," he confesses. "You bring out another side of me. A side of me I wasn't sure I could have."