Dean knew she would be pissed. Very pissed. He could already hear her voice, filled with anger directed at him, echoing through the room.
It was his turn to pick up their daughter from school, but something really important came up and he couldn't leave the office on time. So he had sent his brother to school, knowing Sam would get his daughter home safe. He didn't trust anyone else with her. But his ex would accuse him of not wanting to spend time with her and being too caught up in his work to care about anything or everyone else.
Dean sighed and put a blanket over the tiny form of his six-year-old daughter. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room, exhausted from the long adventurous day. Her toys were scattered all over the floor, covering every surface of every piece of furniture and making the place look like a bomb had went off. Dean brushed a soft strand of shiny blonde hair out of her face and kissed her forehead gently. He couldn't help but smile when he glanced at the chaos in his house. It had been an awesome day and they had had a lot of fun.
Despite what his ex thought, Dean was trying to spend every free second he had with his daughter. As soon as Sam had brought her home he hadn't wasted one thought on work and his entire attention had been focused on his daughter. The time he had with her was sacred to him. But Margo would never get that. She thought their child was a burden to him, an unpleasant responsibility.
Dean wondered for the umpteenth time whether he would ever be able to convince her otherwise. He might work a lot, but he always made sure that his child came first. Margo didn't believe him though and it was a major issue between them.
Dean looked at the clock, letting out a huff. Margo would be there soon to pick their daughter up. He really didn't have the nerve to deal with his ex, especially not after what happened between them three weeks ago. He started to put away the toys, unvoluntarily thinking back to that night. He had no idea how it happened, all he remembered was that one minute they were fighting about something stupid and the next they were in the backseat of the Impala, tearing at each other's clothes.
Yes, Dean had sex with his ex. He slept with the mother of his child. And they weren't even together.
He still wasn't able to comprehend how one thing had led to another. He could only call it a relapse, there was no other explanation since he knew it didn't mean anything to her and it sure as hell didn't mean anything to him.
The ugly fact remained though. But they ignored it and never spoke of it again. It was much easier that way. Dean noticed that Margo was very uncomfortable in his presence, avoiding eye contact and deliberately keeping their conversations short. He could tell that she was trying not think about it or analyze it and he understood. He didn't want to think about it, either.
But, so help him God, it had been the only thing on his mind for the past three weeks. The memory alone got him rock-hard and he still felt her hot, sweat-covered skin against his, heard her breathy moans and whimpers filling up the interior of his car whenever he allowed himself to dwell on the moment. He couldn't deny that he was still attracted to her and he didn't regret sleeping with her even though it was a mistake.
But he hated himself for still wanting her. Despised himself for still being so crazy about her.
The door bell rang, bringing him back to reality and Dean took a minute to prepare himself inwardly before he went to answer.
The door swung open, revealing Dean and Margo bit her lip unconciously at the sight of him.
That didn't go unnoticed by Dean. Margo stood on the porch, her hands buried in her jacket pockets and looked up at him nervously. He wondered what was on her mind.
"Hey." He said quietly and took a step back to let her inside. "Hi." She replied hoarsely with a shy and insecure smile. Dean couldn't help but let his eyes wander slowly down her body, tracing every delicious curve as she passed him.
Margo felt his hot intense gaze on her, knowing there was that all too familiar look in his eyes although she was standing with her back to him. Her knees started to shake terribly and she had to inhale deeply to calm down before she forced herself to face him. She was there to pick her daughter up, not to fall under Dean Winchester's spell again.
Damn that night! She had been resisting him so successfully for years until three weeks ago.
"How was your day?" She asked softly, trying to ignore her torturous thoughts.
"Awesome." A bright smile stretched Dean's face and Margo chuckled at the pure joy in his voice.
"Glad to hear." For a minute or two they stood still in the hallway, smiling at each other like they haven't in a very long time.
"So...where's Deanna?" Margo broke the silence, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Sleeping in the living room." Dean let out a laugh and followed her to the couch where their little girl was still fast asleep.
Margo smiled at the sight of her daughter and then took a look around the room, laughing softly at the mess."You really did have fun, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah." Dean's smile quickly faded though. He didn't want Margo to take Deanna away. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted them both to stay overnight. The realization shocked him a little.
"She's sleeping so peacefully, I really don't wanna wake her up." Margo whispered, sitting down on the edge of the sofa carefully.
"Let her stay here overnight then." Dean said, his tone a bit too stern since he was already expecting Margo's protest.
Margo looked up at him, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "She has school in the morning."
"I know that!" Her condescending tone annoyed him."What kind of a father do you think I am?"
Margo sighed, averting her gaze. "We have an arrangement, Dean. During the week she stays with me, you get her on the weekends."
"You think it's a good idea to wake her now and drive all the way back? It's late and I don't want you out on the street at this hour." Dean stated determinedly, the roughness of his voice not allowing any back-talk. "I'll take her to school tomorrow."
"Listen, I don't mean to be a bitch..." Margo started, but Dean cut her off. "Then don't. This is her home, too. She has a room here and everything she needs. I'm her father and not some stranger, for God's sake!"
Margo closed her eyes for a moment and then got up, slowly walking over to him. "You're right, I'm sorry. If you're not too busy and have time for...she can stay."
Dean looked over to the couch where Deanna was still sleeping, unaware of her parents arguing and then took Margo's arm, leading her back into the hallway and out of their daughter's earshot. He was certain she was going to raise her voice at what he was about to say.
Margo looked at him quizically, obviously not liking the look on his face at all.
"You don't want her spending time with me, do you?" Dean stated and crossed his arms, his teeth clenched with holden back anger. "You're constantly making up excuses to take her away from me. When are you going to start trusting me, huh?"
Margo felt the urge to strangle him, but managed to keep her feelings locked up. Deanna was there in the adjoining room and she tried not to let her temper take over and start yelling.
"Maybe I would be trusting you if you took your responsibilities more seriously!" She whispered harshly."You can't even manage to pick her up from school! I can't believe you've sent your brother for her - again!"
"I was drown in work." He barked.
"Oh, how convenient." She spat."If I had a nickle..."
When Dean spoke up, his voice was ice-cold, creating another wall between them. "You know as well as I do that she's the safest with Sam. I wouldn't let someone else pick her up."
"I don't have a problem with your brother, I know I can rely on him. Thing is, he's been picking her up from school more often than you lately. I know you have a job..."
"And because I work a lot you've decided to keep her from me?" Dean interrupted."I know you hate me, but I would've never thought..."
"I'm not keeping her from you and I would never do such a horrible thing. We might not get a long very well, but our daughter needs you. She needs her father." Margo was talking quietly, but her irritation was evident. "So don't you ever accuse me of keeping her from you again."
Silence filled the room after their rough exchange of words.
"Why are we fighting again?" Margo asked calmly, meeting his gaze. Dean shook his head softly. "No idea."
"I'm so sorry, Dean. You're trying your best to provide for everything and always thinking of what's best for Deanna whereas here I am, bitching about everything. I know you'd never neglect our daughter." Margo paused, quickly blinking a tear away, hoping Dean didn't notice."I don't hate you. Never did."
Dean was surprised to hear her sincere words and let out a laugh to cover up his emotions. He would never admit how relieved he was to finally know the truth. Secretly he had always feared that she was holding some grudge against him.
Another awkward pause set in as they were desperately thinking of something to say. When they heard little feet shuffle into the hallway, Dean and Margo focused their attention on their daughter, both happy about the distraction.
"Hey, cupcake." They both said in unison.
Deanna rubbed her eyes, looking up at her parents in confusion."Mommy? What are you doing here?" She mumbled sleepily and Margo kneeled in front of her, putting on a bright smile for her daughter and pulling her close.
"It's late and we need to go home..." She hesitated only for a second before continuing; her daughter had the right to choose for herself whether she wanted to stay with her father or not. "But daddy thought you might like to sleep here tonight. He'll drive you to school tomorrow."
Margo looked over at Dean and he met her gaze, trying not to show how surprised he was. He didn't know how to feel about her giving in. She never compromised. He wondered what had made her change her mind, but didn't question it. His ex was willing to let their daughter stay with him overnight on a weekday, it was real progress after all.
"Really?" Deanna asked, squinting her eyes from the bright light. "Yeah." Dean chuckled."What d'you say? Wanna sleep here?"
Deanna nodded and stepped over to him, stretching her arms out. Dean got the hint and bent down, gently scooping her up and she leaned her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"You're pretty tired, we should get you in bed, huh?" He walked back into the living room with her and Margo followed them. She took her jacket off, and Dean's eyes lingered on her, taking in what the material had been hiding from him earlier. Margo caught him staring and narrowed her eyes at him playfully.
"Stop checking me out, Winchester." She whispered softly, in an almost loving tone. Dean grinned and winked at her before crossing the room and carrying Deanna upstairs to get her to bed.
Margo shook her head, smiling a little and went to clean up the mess in the room.
Dean descended the stairs a few minutes later, seeing her gathering Deanna's pencils. "You don't have to do that." Hearing his voice Margo stopped what she had been doing and turned around.
"Are we good?" She asked, a little frightened. She feared Dean was still pissed at her.
"Of course. Always." Dean smiled at her and stepped closer. "Bad day?" He asked and Margo nodded."I admit, I've kinda been in a fight mood the whole day."
"I figured that much." He replied and walked into the kitchen. Margo followed him, wondering why she was still there and not already on her way home. She watched Dean cleaning the table and putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. He didn't say a word to her.
After a few minutes of silence Margo couldn't take it anymore. She had to bring it up."It's been very...tense between us the past few weeks." She started cautiously and Dean's gaze shot immediately in her direction. There was something in the depth of his eyes that she couldn't identify, but she didn't let it scare her and continued bravely."I hate it and I don't want it to be that way between us."
"Few weeks? Try the past few years." Dean said provokingly. "We're forcing ourselves to stay civilized with each other for Deanna's sake. It's always been weird between us."
"I know. But now it's unbearable because...you know." Margo said, her voice growing weaker with each word. She felt really uncomfortable talking about it, but she had to say it out loud. "And I can't stand it. I want it to be between us like before...I mean...before we..."
"Before we what?" Dean was acting ignorant and Margo rolled her eyes, knowing all too well he was messing with her. His grin was devilish.
"You know exactly what I mean...this thing..."
"That's what you call it? A thing?" Dean chuckled amused, stepping over to her. "I'd been wondering if you were going to bring it up. I know you sweetheart. Very well." His eyes sparkled at the last words. "And I knew you'd wanna disucss it."
Margo blushed, her eyes turning dark with anger."I should've kept my mouth shut. Apparently, it was a bad idea to try and talk to you about it. I should go."
But she wasn't able to move. She just stood there, mesmerized by the intense look in his eyes. Dean took another step closer and her breath hitched.
"There's an awesome guest room down the hall." He told her softly. The words had already come out before Dean could even realize what he was about to say. Maybe offering her to stay was another mistake, but he prefered not to think about the consequences at that moment. All he wanted was for her to spend the night with him.
"Right." It took Margo a minute to overcome the shock and comprehend the meaning of Dean's words. She tried to breathe evenly, but her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Her gaze drifted automatically to his mouth and she felt the strong, unbearable urge to kiss him.
Margo was powerless; she leaned closer as if drawn to him by a strong force. She laid her hands on his shoulders and pressed to his body, her lips brushing his tenderly. Dean couldn't help but respond, his arms wound around her form to bring her even closer to him and his lips parted.
Margo felt Dean's tongue trace her bottom lip seductively and she sighed, allowing her tongue to meet his. Dean moaned at her instant reaction, feeling her tongue move against his, their kiss becoming more heatedly. His hands moved down her body, squeezing her ass before slipping under her shirt and caressing the soft skin of her lower back.
Margo clawed her hands in his shirt at the sensation of his wonderful touch. She was aware of the fact that what they were doing was wrong and thoughtless, but she couldn't fight her feelings. She still wanted and needed him. No one else but him. Only him.
The immense feelings raging inside of him scared Dean out of his mind. How was it possible that he still felt the same way about her after all those years? He tended to lose his interest in a woman pretty quickly and then usually moved on. But not with her. He was honestly surprised when after months of fooling around with her he still hadn't been bored. It had always been casual between them; they had never tried a serious relationship and Margo never asked for a commitment. But after the birth of their daughter they had decided to take responsibility and called it quits. Maybe that was the reason why his feelings for her never changed.
They broke the kiss when they felt the need to breathe and looked at each other, panting heavily.
"I so have to go." Margo choked out and Dean nodded."Yeah, great idea. You should leave, sweetheart." He whispered against her lips, his voice thick with lust as he tried to fight for control. "It'll be for the best."
Margo got out of his embrace and quickly walked into the living room, grabbing her jacket. "Call me when you get home." Dean suddenly said, his voice sounding normal again and not giving away his emotions."I need to know you're safe."
"Okay." Margo smiled a little and turned around, disappearing into the hallway. Dean heard the front door shut behind her and exhaled a breath in relief.
A/N: Thanks for reading!