"Fuck, Ro. Remind me why we have to leave the bed again" said Dean, sprawled out over the bed after a very passionate reunion with his lover.

"Because you have to go in to the station and I promised I would go see Seth and Punk. Seth was pretty upset that I hadn't come to see him since I got back from the conference a couple days ago" replied Roman, crawling over Dean and claiming his lips.

Dean wrapped his arms around Roman's neck, deepening the kiss, and arched up to rub his bare cock against Roman's. A deep growl came from Roman's chest as he bit on Dean's bottom lip and tugged before moving back. If the lust in Dean's eyes wasn't a big enough give away, the smirk on his face and his continued work of rubbing their groins together were signs that he was ready for Round 3. . . or was it Round 4?

"We have to shower and get dressed. Now come on, we can go at it when you get home."

Roman got off the bed and pulled Dean off the bed, as he groaned and cursed out his co-workers for telling him to stop by the station on his day-off. The Samoan hugged his boyfriend from behind and led him into the bathroom where they stopped in front of the mirror and looked at each other. Being separated from each other for the last four days hadn't been different from any other time that Roman went to some conference but this time, they had something else on their minds.

It had been two weeks since the fire and no matter how much they had looked around the city, there was no sign of the small, injured hybrid girl. Dean and Roman had ended up telling some of their co-workers to be on the look-out for her, but there hadn't been any sign of her. At first, Dean was looking for her just for Roman's sake, but as time passed, he was as worried about her as Roman was. Roman had been teaching him everything he knew about owning a half animal/ half human hybrid and he did his own research when he had downtime.

"I love you" said Roman, dropping a kiss to Dean's pulse.

"I love you too, Big Cat" replied Dean, leaning back to kiss Roman's lips.

"Hi, Dean. What can I do for you?" asked Natalya, the receptionist for the police station.

"Cesaro called me earlier and said there was someone here to see me" replied Dean, leaning on the front desk and flashing her his panty-dropping smile.

The blush on her cheeks was enough to know that it was still worked even though he had been with Roman for close to eight years now. It was a good little boost to his ego but he was more curious about who would be here for him. Cesaro said it was important he get down to the station as soon as possible, but refused to tell him who the person was. Before Natalya could even call for him, Cesaro came from the back and greeted Dean.

"Thanks Nattie" said Dean, looking back as he followed Cesaro to the holding cell area.

Once they were in the hallway, Cesaro turned to Dean with a serious face.

"We found her."

It was obvious who he was talking about. Dean was shocked and about to go down the hall when Cesaro stopped him.

"She isn't in good shape, Dean. A shop owner had us come get her when he found her sleeping in their alley behind the dumpster. I know you said she was small and thin but it looks like she hasn't eaten in at least a week and she wasn't able to stay conscious for more than a few moments when we were bringing her in. He's wanting to press charges for loitering and trespassing on private property."

The last part had Dean enraged. Here was a harmless girl that was obviously sick, doing nothing but sleeping, but the shop owner is more concerned with pressing charges.

"Has anyone called the medics to get her looked at? Why hasn't anyone taken her to the hospital?" questioned Dean, pacing across the hall and drumming his fingers and rubbing his chest.

"Dean, I know you aren't exactly up to date on hybrids, but unclaimed hybrids have very few, if any, rights. It's like they don't exist if they don't have an owner that will speak up for them. The higher ups refused to let the medics look at her or take her to the hospital. It seems like the only way you are going to keep her from going to prison is if you and Roman become her owners."

This was insane. First, it's just wanting to make sure she was okay and let her get her injuries fixed, and now the only way that's going to happen is if she becomes their pet. Of course, he was a little, tiny bit, more open to the idea of having a pet, but Roman was the one with previous ownership experience. If it was up to Dean, they would get a fish and work up from there. Not jump straight in to caring for another human… well, half human.

"Wait, how is the shop owner able to press charges if she has no rights?" questioned Dean.

"That's the thing. They are able to be charged with crimes and sent to prison but they are not able to defend themselves. It's like sending a stray dog to the pound. If there is no one there to claim it, there is nothing to stop it from happening. The only reason I was able to have her put in a holding cell instead of being sent straight to the Detention Center is because I said she had some information about the arson case."

Dean stopped pacing across the hall to look at his partner and long-time friend. It amazed him how much Cesaro was willing to do for Dean, especially when Dean hadn't even asked for his help. Friends like Cesaro weren't common in Dean's life when he was growing up, but he wouldn't give him up for anything now.

"I'll have to talk to Rome about what he wants to do about claiming her, but until then… let's see how she's doing."

The two men continued down the hall in a silence that was electrified. Dean was thinking about how he was going to tell Roman about the hybrid's situation without ruining the peace they had before he left the house. It definitely wouldn't be easy, if it was possible at all, but he was sure that Roman would be all for bringing the hybrid home.

"I'll let you go inside alone. I have some paperwork to handle and see what I can do to get her out of here" said Cesaro, opening the door and letting Dean walk in the room with the holding cells.

The entire room was quiet except for the soft whimpering from the farthest cell from the door. Dean walked back to the cell and had to control his rage once again. It was one thing to hear someone say that she looked sick but to actually see how pale she was and how hard she was shivering and sweating, it took everything in him to not open the cell and take her straight to Roman.

"Hey, are you okay?" questioned Dean, looking straight at the hybrid.

The whimpering and shivering only got worse after Dean addressed her. She scooted as far away from the door as she could, cowering in the corner of the cell and covering her head like she did the night he found her. Horrible images ran through Dean's mind at what she had went through while living on the streets for the last two weeks.

"Hey, it's okay. Look. . . look, it's me" said Dean, opening the cell door and moving to squat down in the door way. He waited until the hybrid looked up at him to continue talking. "I know I don't have my uniform on, but do you remember me?"

Dean shut the cell door and moved to sit against the cell wall, waiting for a response from the hybrid. A look of recognition came to her eyes as she looked at Dean. He smiled as the shivering toned down and the whimpering stopped. Instead of pushing her for more, he stayed in his spot and pulled out his cell phone, dialing his lover's number and putting it on speaker phone. The hybrid stayed curled up in the corner but seemed to be trying not to focus on what he was doing. It was actually cute how she would look at him from the side and then when he caught her, she would look away.

"Hey Ro, you aren't going to believe it but I found her."