**The following first section takes place during the same time as the events in section 3 of the previous chapter. Immediately following the conclusion, the time lines sync back up**
**The Weeknd Song List:**
**Pray for Me**
**In the Night**
**Earned it**
**Star Boy**
**I Feel it Coming**
**The Hills**
**Call out my name **
*"Oh fucking hell. Was that a moan?"*Dean panicked to himself. Praying to Chuck, he couldn't stop himself from straining to hear any noise coming from the hall. A thud. A moan. *No no no no no, please no*his mind betraying him as it conjured a clear image of your body underneath Gabriel.
"Did the shower just turn on?" Dean asked. Sam popped his earbuds out, "You say something Dean?". Dean quickly backpedaled, "Nothin Sammy. Go back to your movie."
Pacing the kitchen, Dean's attention turned to the only other person in the room. Castiel. "I bet you could pop out of here, huh Cas, as long as it wasn't towards Y/N's room. Why you stickin around?"
Castiel responded without turning around from his seat on the couch, "The pie comes out in 23 minutes, Dean. I wouldn't want her efforts to go 'up in smoke' as you humans say". Air quotes had been added by the angel at "up in smoke". Dean scoffed, crossing his arms at his chest. Castiel beamed a little at having used the correct vernacular.
Doing laps around the kitchen was not helping Dean's mood. At least everyone else was in their own world, no one noticing his humiliating posturing. Slumping into the seat next to Sam, Dean placed his crossed arms on the table, lowering his head into the cradle it created. Music leaked from earbuds, blocking out all sound for Sam. Why didn't Dean think of that?
*Tell me who's gonna save me from myself
When this life is all I know
Tell me who's gonna save me from this hell
Without out you
I'm all alone*
Great. Not exactly Dean's style but it resonated, calling his bluff. How stupid could he possibly be? Regret pressed him to the table, his earlier word blowing up in his face. In a desperate effort to keep anyone from touching your body, he had shoved you into Gabriel's arms. Sinking in to the song, Dean closed his eyes, trying to block out the pained look on your face when he had called you chubby. Nothing wrong with being chubby or fat, it didn't disgust him like he had made out. That fiery temper caught his attention before he'd even noticed your looks. The way you'd told him you **weren't** his *sweetheart*. It had sparked a small torch that now blazed out of control.
Most girls swooned at his feet. The collection of panty dropper pick up lines he'd amassed didn't even phase you. Never being interested in a woman for her mind AND her body before, he felt like a shell of his former self. All those walls he'd let down now felt like a punishment for daring to be emotionally attached to someone.
Time spent around you had softened him. Being benched for more and more cases took a toll on your friendship. Coming up with excuses for you to remain at the bunker had become difficult, leading up to the Hail Mary fuck ton explosion of the evening. Hunting came naturally to you. It was something you were good at, Dean couldn't deny it. How could he tell you hunting by your side made him dangerous? The very presence of you made him reckless, protective, *fearful. *That's how Hunters ended up dead. It's also why most Hunters weren't married. Correction- weren't married anymore.
One time he'd complimented your moves in taking out a werewolf. An accidental 'sweetheart' falling from his lips. The meaning changing from a cheap nickname to something secretly endearing. Expecting a verbal tongue lashing, Dean had been surprised when you had smiled sweetly and huffed instead. It because his nickname for you religiously after that.
That smile. That I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. The way your eyes lit up when you gushed about Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Listening to what you were passionate about drove him to want to connect with you on an intimate level. Secretly, over many months, he had read all the books and seen the movies. No one knew. It was his way of spending time with you when you weren't around.
Another time he'd filled out one of those stupid Cosmo quizzes with you just to learn what your favorite flower was, your favorite food, color, movie.
-Dahlia's
-Lasagna
-Every shade of Blue
-Casablanca
*In the night she hears him calling *
*In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain*
Different words. Same message. Dean had fucked up everything. The song reminded him how you never talked about your past with any one. Nothing overly personal. Telling him your family was dead had ended the conversation pretty abruptly. That particular past was common in the business. Best not to pry open old wounds. Whenever something tugged at your memories, you danced. It had become your therapy. It also made you unavailable, always wanting to dance alone.
Calling out to Chuck again, Dean begged him for a respite from his thoughts.
*Ding*
The timer on the oven went off. Without raising his head, Dean felt Castiel pass him to retrieve the pie.
Upon observing the baked good, Castiel cleared his throat and said, "Dean, it appears as though Y/N has left you a message".
Standing to see what the fuss was about, Dean came face to face with a giant, hot, dick in the center of the pie. "Oh, come ON!" Dean yelled.
Sam removed his earbuds and rose to get himself another cup of tea. Seeing Cas and Dean crowded at the oven, he walked over, stealing a peek between the two. "HEH!" Sam crowed into Dean's ear louder than necessary. Fixing his tea, Sam relocated to the empty couch and claimed the only surface in the room big enough to be a bed. Headphones back in, Sam turned back to his thoughts.
Castiel placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, attempting to elicit some sympathy for his plight. The task now complete, Cas had no reason to stick around. A whoosh of wind signaling his departure.
Dean stared at the pie. Getting the joke after a moment, he allowed himself a small chuckle. It was actually pretty funny.
All of a sudden Dean heard the unmistakable sounds of you screaming through what sounded like an earth shattering orgasm. Grabbing his chest, feeling his heart sink, Dean started shaking. Fighting tears, he shoved his emotions down, searching for any feelings besides pain. He had to get out of here.
The reality that Cas hadn't returned dawned on him. If Cas got out, maybe he could too? As long as he didn't go anywhere near your room. Remembering that his bunk was down the same hall as yours, he tried to think of anywhere else he could be alone.
Another scream from you filled his ears. This one brought on a rage in Dean. It was *so* intimate.
*How * **dare** *he* Dean fumed. Hearing you in the throws of passion at the hands of that overgrown chicken was too much for Dean to handle. It would have been too much to handle at the hands of any man that wasn't him.
*It should've been him making you moan like that*.
Dean's thoughts turned venomous. Gabriel didn't know shit about the real you. Not like Dean did.
Fucking angels. How had he duped you? How had he seduced you into his bed? Trying to backtrack the events only made him insane.
Getting out of there became his prime mission. Anywhere but here. No sexual relief in sight, no emotional comfort, Dean decided to feed the other wolf. The one that fueled his primal hunting instincts. The one he called on when he killed monsters.
The vampire nest. That would do. Taking on a whole nest by himself was dangerous and stupid. Dean felt dangerous and stupid. Sammy would never let him go by himself. Glancing over at his brother, Dean planned his escape.
Reaching for the keys on the table, Dean carefully palmed them, preventing any sound that might wake up Sam, who appeared to be sleeping.
Backing slowly out of the kitchen, Dean turned down the hall in the opposite direction of your room, heading towards the exit. The bet paid off as Dean successfully reached the edge of the bunker. Closing the heavy metal door silently was a bit of a challenge. Nodding at his success, Dean slid into the driver's seat and roared Baby to life. Speeding off into the night, he calculated his arrival, eradication of the vamps, and return would put him back at the bunker just before sunrise. No one would even know he'd been gone.
As the Impala engine rumbled out of the driveway, Sam slightly stirred on the couch. One word escaping his mouth in a whispered moan.
*It was your name. *
—
**7am the following morning **
Gabriel had been shuffling absentmindedly through your IPod after you passed out somewhere around 5am. Angels didn't need sleep, so he'd set to task on something he could accomplish while holding you in his arms. Searching for the perfect song to wake you to, he'd even added some new ones for later. Music seemed to be a force that ran alongside the important moments in your life. Stacking the deck in his favor wasn't beneath him.
Finalizing his selection, Gabriel decided to let you sleep in for another hour, switching to Candy Crush as you rolled into his chest. Still not accustomed to your touch, his heart skipped a beat, your breath tickling his skin. Maybe he wouldn't let you sleep another hour. Two hours should be enough sleep, right?
Usually by now he'd have been bored out of his mind. Not with you. Not anymore. Kissing your forehead lightly, his fingers trailed absentmindedly from your shoulder all the way down the middle of your back.
A soft whimper passed your lips, your arms reached out, claiming Gabriel in a sleepy embrace. Coming out of your dream, you took stock of your surroundings before fully opening your eyes. Archangel- check. Wait. Naked archangel? Um- check?
Catching your new breathing pattern, Gabriel guessed correctly you'd woken up and hit play.
*So imma care for you, you, you*
*Imma care for you, you, you, you*
*yeah eeee ayyy*
*Cuz girl you're perfect*
*You're always worth it*
*And you deserve it*
*The way you work it*
"You're awfully full of yourself, Gabriel" you whispered, then dragged your teeth down the center of his chest.
"Do it again" Gabriel moaned as he pushed you to your back, positioning his body above yours.
"God, I didn't realize biting was such a turn on for you. Good to know" you said, mentally cataloging the kink.
"Leave my Dad out of this" Gabriel said. "He's always getting credit for some of my best work.".
"OH!" you exclaimed. Going forward you'd have to watch your phrasing in the bedroom.
"Not the biting." Gabriel said. "The other thing" his voice deepening.
"What other thing, Gabriel?" you said, not wanting to play games so early in the morning.
"That" He nuzzled you.
"That. What." your patience now being tested.
"My name. Say my name again."
"Gabriel."
"Softer." he said, mimicking the volume he was requesting. Smirking, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.*"Gabriel"*you breathed out.
As the sound of the last syllable escaped, Gabriel shuddered and began kissing you, slowly. Sensually. Hands seemed to come from everywhere, touching all over your body. Heavy panting filled the room. Gabriel snuck his hand into your panties.
"Gabriel" you argued "I don't think we should. People are probably awake". Despite your protest you made no moves to stop him.
"That didn't seem to bother you last night but we can be quiet. Well, I can be quiet" Gabriel gloated.
Playfully scowling you responded. "What're you trying to say?".
"Darlin, you are many incredible things. Silent in the bedroom is NOT one of them. A mischievous smile formed on Gabriel's face. "Tell you what,..." he proposed. "Let's turn this into a contest. First person to make a noise loses. Deal?"
Feeling cocky you said "Name your terms.". Gabriel fired away "Heavy breathing allowed, no talking, not even a whisper, no tickling."
"What's at stake?" you asked.
"Loser has sex with the winner."a goofy grin plastering his face.
"Gabriel, we're doing that now. Where's the challenge?" you responded drily.
"Okay, what'd ya have in mind, sugar?"
Taking a pause you thought of what could possibly torture or motivate the angel perched above you. Once a grin spread across your face, Gabriel's eyebrow raised, waiting for you to speak.
"If I win- no trickster magic for 24 hours".
Eyebrow still cocked, Gabriel asked, "And when I win?".
"IF" you stated.
"Alright, IF I win. What's my prize?" he quipped.
You leaned up and whispered in his ear, "There's still one hole on my body you have yet to penetrate.".
Gabriel's jaw dropped, "Oh you dirty girl!"
"Game starts now!" you yelled, pouncing on the unprepared angel.
—
Sam waltzed into the kitchen shirtless and sweaty. Going for an early morning run always helped clear his head. Beats thumped from the IPod strapped to his arm.
*Look whatcha've done*
*I'm a muthafuckin Star Boy*
*Look whatcha've done*
*I'm a muthafuckin Star Boy*
Grabbing fruits and veggies from the fridge, Sam set up the blender and went to work. Not sure if Y/N would be joining him for breakfast after last nights *activities*, he made her a smoothie anyway. Worst comes to worse, he'd just put it in the fridge. Headphones might have spared him last night's aria, but he was still a man. Y/N had literally danced through his dreams last night. A cold shower was next on his docket, recalling some of the more risqué moments of last night's performance. First—- breakfast.
Breakfast was Sam's favorite time of day. It would always be quiet in the bunker, you'd drag your feet into the kitchen, and the two of you would sit there enjoying each other's space. Sam would read the paper, you'd read a book or do a crossword, and the two of you would sit saying nothing. It calmed him. Dean would usually sleep till 9, which meant Sam had you for at least an hour to himself every morning. Sometimes Sam would read, sometimes not. More than one morning, he'd given up reading the paper in favor of watching you. Through several quick glances, he'd seen how you crinkle your nose when you didn't like what you'd read, a small gasp you'd make when you did, the absentminded finger that would twirl around the same curl at the base of your neck every time you got sucked into your own world.
As much as he wanted you, he was starting to realize he'd have to get in line. First Gabriel, then he was probably sure Dean as well. All he needed now was Castiel to figure out the enigma that was human courtship. Normal dating wasn't part of a Hunters life. Or this bunker, for that matter.
Sauntering into the kitchen, you chirped out "Morning Sammy!" with a shit eating grin on your face. Wearing a light blue silk kimono with a pretty cherry blossom pattern across the front, you were absolutely glowing. Sam always thought you looked beautiful, especially first thing in morning. The silk robes you generally wore first thing in the morning, gave you a romantic vibe when combined with bed head. Following slowly behind you was, Gabriel, barely clad in another one of your kimonos, looking like he'd eaten sour grapes. Which he proverbially, just had.
"Oh God." Sam spewed, quickly averting his eyes. Anyone could tell that Gabriel was most definitely naked under the borrowed robe. While the robe normally reached to your knees, on the angel it was mid thigh. Whatever doubts Sam had about your coupling were now crystal clear. Looking over at Sam, you noticed his head drop a bit, a sad kind of smile on his face, his eyes changed color.
Sam had the craziest eyes. They would shift between green, grey, and blue. Green was happy, Blue was actually anger, not sadness. But Grey. Grey was, by far, his most breath taking color shift. Hating to admit it, you'd gotten lost in his eyes every- single- fucking- time they were Grey. This was no different.
Walking over, you knew something was wrong, this behavior only present during times of heartache. Resting your hand gently on Sam's bicep, you looked up and asked in a small voice "Hey. Are you ok?".
Sam recovered quickly, chiding himself for letting so much slip out. "Yeah Y/N, I'm good. Why does Gabriel look so guilty?" Sam forced out a fake chuckle, handing you the smoothie.
Maybe he'd tell you later what was bothering him. "Oh it's not guilt, it's *pride*." you grinned hard like the Cheshire Cat.
That made Sam instantly uncomfortable. That could mean anything.
Gabriel grumbled into the conversation. "I lost a bet."
"Yeah I don't wanna know. I'm gonna go take a shower. See ya later." Sam said, as he leaned over and kissed the top of your head at your hairline. It was something he'd done a million times before, but instead of a friendly expression, it suddenly felt wrong.
Either Gabriel hadn't noticed or hadn't cared.
"I'm headed to the store in a bit. Need anything?" you asked. "Nah, I'm good." Sam answered, making a quick exit.
Noticing the untouched pie in the fridge, you thought about Dean. Obviously he hadn't forgiven you if the pie was still intact. Moving to throw it away, you decided an 'apology lasagna' was a better idea.
Gabriel grabbed it from your hands before it ended up in the garbage saying "I'll take that, sugar." stealing a quick kiss, quite happy that Dean hadn't touched it.
Planning your afternoon, you sat down at the table to write your grocery list.
-Ground beef
-ground pork
-carrots
-onion
-tomatoes
-celery
-red wine
-spices
*Maybe a 6 pack of Dean's favorite beer* you thought.
Gabriel came up behind you at the table, wrapping his arms around you, he whispered in your ear, "Cheater...You didn't tell me you were gonna do that thing with your tongue."
"I prefer to think of it as a loophole," you said, not even bothering to turn around. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining. Oh, wait. YES I DID." you finished, turning around with a proud smile, and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Alright sugar, I've got some things to take care of upstairs that shouldn't take me too long. I'll either be back tonight or tomorrow night." Gabriel said, pulling you up into a hug.
"Miss me?" You asked coyly.
Gabriel grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you within an inch of your life. "Promise.".
"How, exactly, are you planning on getting there? Remember, no trickster magic for 24 hours.", you teased.
Stepping back he said "Ah, but you didn't say anything about angel magic." Scoffing, your jaw dropped.
"Loophole" he sang before snapping his fingers and disappearing.
—-
Dean was fading in and out of consciousness. He'd slaughtered every single one of those bloodsuckers, not having backup had been incredibly stupid.
Not just one, but two of those fuckers had gotten the jump on him. He had a large gash in his right side, a busted lip, several bruises, and his eye was swelled shut. It was 4 in the afternoon. Someone was bound to notice him missing soon. Not having the strength to drive anymore, Dean pulled the car to the side of the road. Looking down at his seeping side, he knew he'd have to call Cas.
Maybe he'd get lucky and Castiel wouldn't be at the bunker with Sam and Y/N. The amount of shit headed his way from those two was worth avoiding. Reluctantly Dean palmed his cell and hit dial.
The phone rang a couple of times before Castiel picked up. There was loud music in the background. "Dean?" Cas shouted into the phone.
"Five miles past exit 3 on route 37! Now Cas!" Dean screamed.
"On the way, Dean!" Cas yelled back.
Seconds later Castiel stood in front of the Impala. Coming round to the drivers side door, Cas exclaimed "What happened, Dean?".
"Just heal me ya feathery bastard." Dean barked. Stopping Castiel before starting Dean said, "Leave the cuts and bruises."
"Dean..."
"DO IT!" Dean was adamant.
"As you wish." Castiel replied. Bright white light emerged from his hands, the gash fading away. "Now let's get you home."
"I'm not leaving Baby out here Cas! It's only 30 minutes back to the bunker."
"Fine, then I will ride with you which will give you the chance to explain what happened." Cas affirmed and sat shotgun. Dean glared for about a minute before turning over the ignition, pulling back onto the road.
They drove in silence for about 5 minutes before Dean finally spoke.
"Honestly I'm not sure what was going through my head last night. I just needed to get out of there. I couldn't stay and listen to that pervy angel and Y/N do the horizontal mambo. "Dean confessed.
"Dean, I don't believe they were dancing with each other last night." Castiel said. "I'm certain that they were having sex.".
Dean rolled his eyes, "That's what horizontal mambo means, dummy!".
"But why wouldn't you just say that, then." Cas asked.
"You know what, that's not the point!" Dean snapped.
Another two minutes passed in silence. Coming to a realization, Castiel asked, "Dean...do you have feelings for Y/N?".
Breathing hard through his nose Dean replied quietly, "She hates me Cas. She made it very clear she's not interested in me last night.". Dean's eyes started to water.
Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "You obviously care for her deeply. You should tell her how you feel. "
"Did you see how happy she looked? I've never seen her so happy!" Dean cried out. "I never made her that happy.".
Castiel just stared at Dean with concern.
"Besides, she's with Gabriel right now. How am I supposed to complete with a freakin archangel?".
"Dean-"
"You can't say anything Cas! I'm not gonna screw up a chance for her to be happy!" Dean swore.
"I don't agree with your decision but I will say nothing if that's what you wish." Castiel vowed.
"It is." Dean stated, then turned the car radio on full blast. Zeppelin pounding through the speakers. The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the music.
—-
**20 minutes prior **
Back from the grocery store and in full swing in the kitchen, you finished checking on the lasagna into the oven. Maybe another 15 to 20.
*Tell me what you really like*
*Baby I could take my time*
*We don't ever have to fight*
*Just take it step by step*
*I can see it in your eyes*
*Cus they never tell me lies*
*I can feel that body shake *
*And the heat between you legs*
*You've been scared of love and what it did to you*
*You don't have run, I known what you've been through*
*Just a simple touch and it could set you free*
*We don't have to rush when your alone with me*
*I feel it comin...*
"Dance with me, Cas!" you yelled, pulling him from the table. Castiel awkwardly moved with you to the beat of the music. The smell brought Sam to the kitchen, checking out if dinner was ready.
"20 minutes left Sam!" you shouted over the music, swaying out of the way of Castiel's lumbering frame.
Sam nodded, then saw Castiel step on your foot for the fourth time. "Help me out here Sam?" you pleaded. Sam graciously walked over and took Cas's place. Relieved to be free, Castiel felt his phone vibrate. One second you saw Cas on the phone, straining to hear the other end. Sam twirled you. Then Castiel was gone. *That was weird*, you thought.
Sam hadn't noticed and pulled you in for another spin. The smile on his face was so bright, it almost matched yours. Snapping out of the spin, you both lost grip and separated, laughing as you stumbled. Sam ran over and swooped you up, saying " Let's try that again." The second try was more successful, and as you spun back into Sam's arms, he tried to dip you. Tried, anyway. Miscalculating the weight shift and forgetting to move his foot sent you both crashing to the floor with an "OOMPH".
Deep belly laughter sprung forth from you, followed by Sam. It became a little difficult to breath with the giant Moose man's body pressing down on yours. Both of you became painfully aware how close Sam's face had gotten to yours. Lips almost touching, neither of you were laughing anymore. Staring back into his greenish grey eyes, your heart started to speed up. His breath hitting yours, you finally choked out, "Um, Sam? I can't breathe.".
"Oh! Sorry!" Sam said, raising up, then giving you a hand. Both of your cheeks now a rosy glow from the proximity. Sam looked really awkward and a little ashamed. A door slammed. Moments later Dean and Castiel stood in the doorway.
"Oh my God, Dean! What the hell happened?" Sam shouted. Staring at Dean's cuts and bruises, you waited for his reply. Dean glared at Castiel before speaking, "I'm fine. Just had a little trouble with that vamps nest."
"Are you kidding me right now? You went alone? How stupid can you possibly be? That's reckless, Dean. What were you thinking?" Sam lectured.
Walking over to Dean, you tried to touch his bruised cheek, your face full of shock at his purple features. Before you could reach him, Dean jerked away snapping, " I'm fine! You don't have to mother me!." Hands flying to cross your body at the noise, you stared at him, tears forming. "Really, I'm fine Y/N. Cas healed me." Dean said, quieter this time.
"Not all of you, apparently." you stated sarcastically. Trying to reach towards Dean again, he snapped at you a second time "I said leave it!". Jerking your hand back quickly, you ran out of the kitchen towards your room, fighting the tears already falling.
Dean immediately regretted his tone. Sam launched back at him, "What's your problem, Dude? She's was just trying to be nice. She made you dinner, you know? It took her 6 hours."
"I'm not hungry. " Dean said coldly.
Sam stared daggers at his brother, "She's not your punching bag, Dean. Whatever's going on with you- handle it!" At that, Dean turned on his heels, headed for the exit.
"Where are you going now?" Sam shouted after him.
"To handle it!" Dean shouted over his shoulder.
—
Dean was on his 5th whiskey, having already hooked a local girl with his charm, when she walked over, swinging the hotel room key.
"Just a sec, sweetheart." Dean said, throwing back the rest of his drink. Gathering his things, they headed towards the car.
10 minutes later they were at the hotel. 2 minutes later they were in her room. 1 minute later they were sloppily kissing on the bed. Dean didn't even know her name. In a last ditch effort to push you from his mind, Dean tried drowning in someone else's arms. The kissing was ok but Dean was no where near ready to go in terms of sex. A bit relieved when the unnamed girl suddenly whispered in his ear, "I'll be right back." She climbed off the bed and gave a coquettish smile as she slipped into the bathroom. Dean turned on the radio, hoping to find music to get him in the mood.
It must have been an R&B station.
*I only call you when it's half past five*
*The only time that I be by your side*
*I only love it when you touch me*
*Not feel me, when I'm fucked up that's the real me*
*When I'm fucked up that's the real me*
*I only call you when it's half past five*
*The only time I'd ever call you mine*
*I only love it when you touch me*
*Not feel me, when I'm fucked up that's the real me*
*When I'm fucked up that's the real me*
*The hills have eyes, the hills have eyes*
*Who are you to judge*
*Who are you to judge*
"I don't think I can do this," Dean whispered to himself. Every time he'd kissed this other woman tonight, your face kept appearing in his mind. Grabbing his keys off the dresser, he bolted out of the room, leaving the door open.
It was 1am by the time he stumbled into the bunker and decided to head to the kitchen for a beer. Opening the fridge, he found of six pack of his favorite kind, with an "I'm sorry" note on the pack, written in your hand writing. *I'm such an asshole*, Dean thought. Sliding out a beer, he headed for the couch. After a minute, he heard footsteps.
You walked into the kitchen, earbuds swinging and Ipod blasting, wearing one of your signature robes, and headed for the fridge. Dean tried to stay quiet, hoping you'd just be on your way after getting what you needed. The light from the door betrayed him, his form lit up under the fridge's harsh glare. After noticing him there, you paused your song and removed your earbuds.
"Dean? What are you doing sitting here in the dark?" you asked. Dean just put his head in his hands, loosely holding the beer. Closing the fridge after getting no reply, you walked over to join him on the couch. Sitting down, you placed a hand on his shoulder, "Dean? Honey, what's wrong? Talk to me."
Christ, he didn't think he could do this. You smelled so good to him. His resolve weakened. Reaching for you, he moved into your lap, hugging your waist while his head pressed into your thighs. Placing a hand on his back, you rubbed small circles, trying to give him comfort. Dean's whole body shook as it was racked with sobs. Everything was coming apart. Letting himself cry for a moment, he held on to you tightly before calming down and stilling. Your robe was getting soaked with tears.
"I know what might help" you said as you pulled him off the couch. Moving him to the center of the room, you synced your IPod, scrolling through your playlist. Dean just stood there like a zombie, staring at nothing. "Dancing it out always helps me. Let me help you, Dean. Please?" Dean made no motion to agree or stop you. Taking it as a yes, you tapped on a song and hit play.
*We found each other*
*I helped you out of a broken place*
*You gave me comfort*
*But falling for you was my mistake*
*I put you on top, I put you on top*
*I claimed you so proud and openly*
*And when times were rough, when times were rough*
*I made sure I held you close to me*
*So call out my name*
*Call out my name when I kiss you so gently*
*I want you stay*
*I want you stay even though you don't want me*
"Oops, wrong song" you said, moving back to the iPod. Dean grabbed your arm, pulling you flush with his body, gently swaying. Letting the music relax you, laying you head against his chest, you closed your eyes.
Slow dancing with Dean felt nice. He could be really sweet sometimes when he shut his mouth. Having your ear so close to his heart, it started racing. You looked up quizzically, "Dean?".
Gabriel had appeared in your room. Not finding you there, he headed towards the music coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner, the scene before him froze him to the spot.
Dean's tears were already back. This time visible to you. Reaching out, you used your thumbs to wipe off both sides of his face. Catching you by both wrists tightly, he pulled your hands down, closing his eyes. Holding you there for a moment before softy saying in a broken voice "I can't do this anymore".
Not understanding, you looked at him furrowing your brow, your lips parting slightly. A second later, Dean pulled you into a tight embrace, smashing his lips to yours, desperate and passionate.
Dean was kissing you. Dean was kissing you? Feeling confused, a moment passed before you realized you were kissing him back. A moment after that, you pulled away in shock.
A crack echoed through the room as you slapped Dean **hard** across the face.