Laying back in the bed of the pickup, Skye ran a hand through sweat-dampened hair, her hair-ties long gone and the tangled strands were no doubt going to be a serious pain to unsnarl later. Closing her eyes as her heartbeat started to slow, she took a deep breath. That had been, well, intense just didn't quite seem to cover it, "...holy shit."

"I don't think any part of that qualifies as holy." Sitting up slowly, Dean ran a hand through his own sweat-damp hair before turning to search for his clothes. Grabbing his jeans, he slipped them on, avoiding looking at Skye until she reached for her shirt and his attention was caught by the rapidly darkening ring of bruises around her wrists. Bruises in the shape of his fingers. Cursing under his breath, he caught her hand before she could snatch it back, looking as guilty as if he'd actually beaten her, "Shit. I'm sorry, Tink."

"For what?" In spite of the fact that he was literally holding her wrist, it still took her pleasantly fogged brain a second to cotton on to what he was talking about. Blinking for a second, she looked at the mottled bruising that was promising to be fairly spectacular in a day or two. If he was feeling bad about that, she probably shouldn't mention the scratches she could feel on her hips from where his nails had dug in when...well...to be fair, they were probably comparable to the scratches on his own back. She should really trim her nails before they tried that again, "For that? Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything."

"Really?" Yanking on his t-shirt over his head, Dean sagged against the tailgate, rubbing his face with his hands as he tried to herd his thoughts into something that made sense as his brain slowly started working again, "I don't think that was nothing, Skyler. Maybe...maybe you should spar with Sam from now on."

"Are you serious?" Sliding down off the tailgate, Skye snagged her own t-shirt from where it had ended up flung over the side of the truck bed, pulling it on over her head before turning to face Dean, "You're serious. But-I don't get it. Why?"

"I can't-I don't like hurting you." True enough, as far as it went, but Skye was watching him closely, reading what he didn't say as much as the words he actually spoke, "You were a little, um...well, even more enthusiastic than usual and I'm not-I don't…"

His voice trailed off, not sure how to express what he needed to and just getting frustrated when it wouldn't come out like he wanted.

"...you don't want to like hurting me." With a simple intuitive leap, Skye got to the heart of the problem, her expression softening as she grasped what he was trying to say and couldn't, "And you don't want me to like being hurt."

"Yeah." Wrapping his hands around the edge of the tailgate, Dean leaned forward, his knuckles whitening at the strength of his grip, though he tried his best to look as casual as he could, "Somethin' like that."

"You-you are somethin' else, Winchester." Padding over to him, heedless of her bare feet or the fact that she still wasn't wearing pants. Reaching up to trace her fingertips over the stubble on his jaw, five o'clock shadow in full swing even though he'd shaved just a few hours before, she smiled up at him in a way that made his heart ache, "You're also a total dope. It's not- I mean, it's-...shit. Okay, look, I'm not a masochist, Dean. I don't enjoy pain, but...there's kinda somethin' about the fact that you could utterly destroy me on every level but I know that you won't. You would never...And that's um...I guess there's just kinda somethin' hot about that. I don't-I don't know how to explain it any better, but I know you would never hurt me. Not for real."

"Huh." Watching the blush color her cheeks, Dean tucked her hair behind her ears, really thinking about her explanation. Usually, he was the one that blushed when they talked about sex, which isn't something he'd ever done with anyone else, and she was the one that turned bright red when they talked about their relationship, but it seemed this was sensitive enough to make even the porn-quoting pixie turn all kinds of pink. A slow smile spread across his lips as some part of his brain decided to accept that it made some kind of sense, in a totally fucked up they-were-both-in-desperate-need-of-therapy kind of way, though it didn't do as much as he'dve liked to assuage his own deeply buried fears. It wasn't like he didn't know he had anger issues and there was a definite chance that someday their particular demons might play a little too well together... his mind skirted violently away from that thought, not willing to entertain it for even a moment, "So it's because you trust me?"

Lifting up onto the tips of her toes, she ran a hand through his hair before hooking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, smiling up into his bright green eyes, "With my life."

"Alright." Hands going under the hem of her t-shirt to settle on her hips, he tapped his fingers against her bare skin, really thinking about that for a second, "I think I can buy that."

"You know what else you can buy?" Reaching out to snag her jeans, she examined them for a second before shoving them into Dean's arms, "Me a new pair of jeans. You popped the button and ripped the zipper."

"...oops."


Stepping out of the shower and onto the bath mat, Skye reached for the clean towel that hung on the bar next to her, drying off before towel drying her hair, wisps of steam curling off her skin as she listened to Dean humming to himself behind the shower curtain. Smiling to herself, she went still, taking a second to recognize the song as 'Brown Eyed Girl'. Cute.

"I got to run into town for a bit." Squeezing the majority of the water out of her hair, she grabbed her brush from beside the sink before flipping back the shower curtain and leaning back against the wall, ignoring the spray that threatened to get her wet all over again as she watched the very attractive, very naked, very wet man rinsing his hair. Yup, still pretty. If anything, he was actually hotter now than he had been when they'd met and she wasn't quite sure how that was possible, "You want me to grab anything while I'm out?"

"Where you goin'?" Wiping the water out of his eyes after rinsing the last of the shampoo out of his hair, Dean blinked to clear his vision and caught her leering at him, "...are you seriously lookin' at me like that again? I thought I was the one that was supposed to be insatiable?"

"Need to drop off those papers at Mac's and then stop by the funeral home to sign even more papers." Letting her gaze rove slowly over his body, she grinned as her eyes made her way back up to meet his, "What can I say, you're fuckin' hot, Winchester."

"You want me to go with?" Raising a hand up behind him, he dashed water in her face, chuckling as she sputtered and wiped her eyes, "Don't objectify me."

"Nah, I won't be gone long and you deserve a chance to do whatever for awhile. You've been so busy takin' care of me, I figure you could use a little time to yourself." Reaching over to grab the towel as Dean turned off the water and pulled the curtain aside, she dangled it from her hand, making him reach for it so she could get a look at his ass. With a wolf whistle, she tossed it to him, grinning, "Is it objectifying if I also think the brain inside the body is just as attractive?"

"I like takin' care of you." Toweling off, he stepped out of the bathtub, flicking the towel at her before wrapping it around his waist, "Now you're just trying to flatter me."

Running a brush through her hair, she twisted it up into her typical braid and patted it into place before opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the hall, her voice floating back over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bedroom to find something clean and non-damaged to wear, "...it's not flattery if it's true."