Dean sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. This stupid book was getting him nowhere. It said the same stuff as all the other books and websites they had looked at. Naomi had tried to help but she couldn't remember much about that night. Little vague pieces of information would enter her head periodically but in the two weeks since it happened, all they got was it was a man, she had tried to fight him off, she had been attached to the ceiling until the impala appeared.

Then she would begin to cry and Dean would wrap his arms around her and gently kiss her, tell her everything was alright. Right now, she was curled up to him while he flicked through the book. Finding nothing. Her fingers gripped the front of his dark grey t-shirt a little tighter and her looked down at her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily at him like she always does. Her hand smoothed back and forward over his chest. She wasn't stupid. She could tell something other than the lack of information was bothering him. The way his brow set in that frown she always thought was endearing. "What's wrong Dean?" she asked sweetly sitting up, although never breaking eye contact. He smiled at her and sat the book down on the bed beside them.

"Nothing." he sighed and reached out for her. Liar. she thought but lent into him all the same. He was her weakness. Her challenge. Her safety. Her lover. Her best friend. Her Dean. She smiled into his shoulder. He never was one for words, he would rather smile or laugh or smirk or give you one of his stares.

"I'm not stupid. I'm here. Sammy's here. Everything is gonna be ok." she smiled again, her hand resumed its place on his chest , sure she knew about the deal, but like Dean, she had accepted that there was nothing they could do about it.

"Never said you were and I know." the words came out rougher than he had intended. defensive asshat. she inwardly growled.

"Dean." she warned. She wasn't up for his games. She had watched him suffer for far too long, she couldn't do it any more. Ten years she had watched him take everything to heart with a smile. Blame everything on himself. Berate himself for failure.

"Naomi." he countered. He wasn't playing. He was hiding for his own personal reasons. Sanity she guessed.

"Talk to me?" she asked, she was going to demand it of him but then he really would have went on the defensive and all hell really would have broken loose in that dingy motel room in the middle of Louisiana where they had stopped for the night for the simple fact neither Dean or Naomi could drive any longer.

"Can't." Dean answered quickly.

"Can't meaning wont?" Damn he thought. She was good at this.

"Can't meaning not physically possible." he sighed. And Naomi looked at him and what was it with people and that look. Dean looked away. Sammy had gotten his way far too many times with that look; the pleading eyes, slightly jutted out bottom lip.

He could never say no to Sam and well Naomi, Naomi was a Daddies little girl through and through. What ever she wanted she got. Flashed that look and she had any guy doing what ever she wanted. That and the killer smile. Dean sighed and let his head thump off of the wall gently. "Where's Sam?" he asked and Naomi chuckled.

"As much as a protective brother you are Dean, I don't think this is what this is all about." she moved again and sat up taking his larger hand in-between her two smaller ones. Dean Winchester didn't do chick flick moments and Naomi knew that but sometimes you had to be as stubborn as he was to get him to open up to you.

Dean looked away and got up, Naomi tilted her head to one side as he walked over to the window and lent his forehead against it. Frowning slightly she followed, her arms wrapping around his rib cage, head resting against his shoulder.

"See that." he spoke and she could bet her bottom dollar he was pointing to the Impala. He lent back and she slipped under his raised arm. Bingo. She sighed and looked up in expectation of his next sentence. "She's all I'm leaving behind." he whispered sadly before letting the curtain fall again, hiding the Impala from them and them from her.

"Dean, that's not all--" he pressed his finger to her lips and she shut up, simply raising her eyes to meet his, shiny green unhidden, eyes. She stood on tiptoe to place a kiss to his lips. His game face was gone. There was just fear and hurt and pain and…love? Naomi looked at him confused and he smiled slightly.

Had he let his guard down totally? Usually he would half drop it around her, enough for her to get a glimpse of the vulnerable man beneath the bravado but not enough for her to comfort him.

He settled his hands on her hips and gazed down intently at her. Naomi suddenly felt very self-conscious and nervous. Slowly raising her eyes to meet his once again. Dean lowered his head down tracing a trail of kisses from her temple to her lips, staying there, teasing her, before carrying on his trail down her neck and across her collar bone.

Her hands ran up him smooth arms and across his shoulders, finally grasping onto his short brown hair. "Dean," she began but his lips on her silenced all thoughts and words that were about to spill from her lips. She knew what he was doing, distraction, it was all in his game.

She had come to learn it over the years and, damn her, he was good at it. She didn't want to push him away, didn't want to hurt him but the phrase "you have to be cruel to be kind" popped into her head. "Dean." She warned and pressed on hand firmly on his chest as the other curled around his bicep.

He looked at her then and she suddenly wished she had left it well alone. She knew he was vulnerable, but she had never seen anyone look so lost, so scared, so alone in her whole life. Her hand that was firmly on his chest had wrapped itself round his neck and she was cradling him close to her.

There was so much she wanted to say to him but there was just no words to say it. Naomi opened and closed her mouth a few times, no words would be pushed out and then she was left dumbfounded. Moisture. He muddled brain pointed out eventually. Tears was her next rational thought. And they sure as hell weren't hers.

She slowly turned her head and pressed a kiss to his temple when his arms tightened around her waist, a silent request for her not to let go. She understood the fact that he didn't want her to see him like this, this open, this vulnerable. Her hand ran through his hair and she walked backwards to the bed, slowly sitting down and carefully moving back so she was in the middle of the bed and let him snuggle into her.

She was on her back, he was on his front, his arms still wrapped around her body and his face still cradled into her neck between her jaw and shoulder. Naomi lay there silently, every once in a while turning to place a kiss into his hair. Dean's silent tears began to subside and he removed his arms from round about her.

His face was so different than she was used to. A really sad smile, lost eyes and relaxed features. The innocence he usually only possessed when he slept or when he thought she was asleep. She reached up and cupped his stubbled cheek and he lent into her touch.

The door opened and Dean's head flew back down to the safe spot of her neck and Sam raised an eyebrow when he turned around from locking the door. "He was tired." Naomi offered and Sam shrugged. "How'd it go?" she asked and Sam flashed her a warning look. "So you didn't get chatted up by any blondes then? Brunettes maybe?" she licked her lips. Code. Sam thought and nodded,

"Nah, libraries aren't exactly a good place to meet many people." he joked as he moved to the bathroom and Naomi smirked inwardly. Ok so Sam had asked her to keep it a secret, but she couldn't just not tell Dean that Sam was accepting help from a demon, as loyal as she was, she was closer to Dean than Sam and if what Blondie had said was true, Dean deserved to know.

"What was that about?" Dean whispered and Naomi looked down at him.

"Sam was meeting some contact," she half-lied. Ok so maybe she wasn't going to tell Dean the whole truth. Not yet anyway.