Dean pulls up to a hotel and parks the Impala. His hands remain on the wheel, clenching the material tightly to the point his knuckles turn white. Sam gets out of the car and goes into the lobby to book a room. Castiel says that he has somewhere to be, and in a second, he's completely gone. You and Dean sit quietly in the small car. His eyes are glued to the windshield as he is lost in his own thoughts. Out of boredom and to take your mind off everything that just happened, you focus your energy on the radio.

It clicks on, even though the car is off. Dean jumps and his hands fall from the steering wheel. You let out a small giggle at his reaction. He turns around with wide eyes, now realizing that you turned on the radio. You let your eyes drift upwards in mock innocence. He shakes his head slightly and faces forward again.

"Dean…are you okay?" you say quietly.

"What did Gabriel do to you?"

You're shocked by his sudden direct question. In your heart you know that you can't talk to Dean about what happened. At least not until you make some sense out of it, right? Your mind goes back to Gabriel touching your body and his lips on your skin. A headache starts to pound in your forehead. What Gabriel did was completely messed up. But why would he do that? Was he lonely? You shake your head at yourself.

"I can't."

Dean suddenly opens his door and steps out, slamming it behind him. Your mind goes back to Gabriel screaming at you in Dean's voice. Heart pumping fast, you open your door and slowly step out to stand next to Dean. You don't want to make him upset, nor do you really want to tell him what Gabriel did. You shut your door with less force than Dean, and put a hand on his arm. His head is facing away from you, so you let your other hand reach up and touch his cheek.

His stubble makes you smile for some reason. Just the feeling of being near him makes you happy. You pull his face gently to look at you. His eyes close as you make eye contact. This is really bothering him?

"Okay, Dean."

His eyes snap open and his hand covers yours so that it remains on his cheek. "We can talk about it when you're ready."

As he pulls you into a tight hug, you ask, "Are you sure? You seem…upset."

"I am upset. But not because you won't tell me what that…"He's at a loss for insults, which makes you worry more. "It's because I know he did something awful to you."

You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat beneath your ear. Sam clears his throat from behind you causing you to jump. Dean chuckles under his breath at you. You all grab your bags from the trunk and head into your room. Sam immediately falls onto the bed and is snoring in no time. You guess the trickster really wore him out. You take out your toothbrush and head to the bathroom. After looking in the mirror, you decide that you definitely need a shower. You go back out to grab your bag, but you see Dean sit on the bed and smile at you devilishly. You smirk and raise an eyebrow at him.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing," his fake innocence act makes you swoon.

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. "Do you want me to tell you what happened?"

His joking attitude disappears. "Only if you want to."

"I want to."

He grabs your hand and waits for you to begin. You take in all of him. His eyes watching you with such a caring look that it gives you a sense of security. His scent makes you want to cuddle him all night. And his hand around yours feels…right.

"Well, I walked into the paper mill and I suddenly was in a field. I found you, but it was really Gabriel. And I didn't know that, I swear," you begin to feel guilty for what the rest of the story holds. "We looked for Sam for hours. But finally we decided that going into the farm house that was there would be safest at night because it was getting dark," you start to talk faster. "And then we started kissing, and it got rough really fast. He took off his jacket and shirt. And I got swept up in the moment, and he took off my top and bra, and I only let him because I thought it was you. I wouldn't let anyone I didn't love do that-" you stop suddenly as you realize what you just said, but Dean doesn't seem to catch your confession, so you continue, "but then I asked him to stop because it began to feel wrong. And he just started screaming at me. And the whole time I thought it was you, and I was so scared, Dean. And then Castiel showed up and told me what was going on, and I stabbed Gabriel with the stake. That's when I realized he wasn't a trickster. And then he started to strangle me somehow. Then I was back in the paper mill with you and Sam."

Your hands are shaking and your voice is cracking. A tear drips from your eyes and you quickly try to hide it from Dean. He hasn't said a word while you explained what Gabriel did. You don't dare look at him in fear that he's going to be pissed at you for not knowing it wasn't him. Why wouldn't you know? It obviously wasn't Dean! How could you be so stupid?

"I'm so sorry, Dean."

"He was going to rape you," his voice is almost a growl. "I'm going to kill him."

You didn't think of it like that. Gabriel was going to rape you. Your breathing becomes short as you begin to hyperventilate. Dean wraps his arms around you and holds you gently as you cry onto his chest. After a while, your breathing becomes steady and your tears almost stop. Dean kisses the top of your head and rubs your back as you calm down.

"Don't be sorry," he finally says.

Trying to get your mind in a different lane, you say, "You aren't an angel, you can't kill him."

"I'll have Cas do it."

"Let's talk about something else, please."

"Okay…" he starts to think for a topic.

You watch as his eyes suddenly widen and he looks down at you questioningly. Your forehead scrunches as he pushes you away slowly. What is he thinking? His eyes never leave yours as he stands up.

"You were going to…you know…with Gabriel…"

His words are more a statement than a question, but you answer. "Only because I thought he was you…"

He nods his head, still with a weird concerned expression on his face. "You said that you'd only have sex with someone…that you love?"

Your heart drops. He's going to make you leave. This is where it ends. This is where it always ends. The guy freaks out because you slip up once. You should have just kept it in. He's not going to be able to hunt with you knowing that you love him. He's going to think you're crazy. You barely know each other.

"That's not what I meant-"

"No," he interrupts your blatant lie. "Be honest, right now."

"Dean, don't do this. We can't be together and you know it."

"That's not what I'm asking you."

"Dean!" you scold quietly as to not wake up Sam. "I can't be in love with you. You're a part of something bigger than just hunting. One day, you will have to allow Michael to use you. There's a chance that you won't survive. I can't go through with that, Dean!"

He grabs your hands. "I might survive. And I might not even say yes to him."

"You have to in order for all of this to end. Imagine if I was Michael's vessel. And I was being indecisive about saying yes to him. Would you want to take that chance with me?"

"Yes," he doesn't even hesitate. "That's a chance I don't want to miss."

"Dean…" you have no clue what to say.

"I would always take that chance," he slides his hands to your waist and pulls you close.

"Why?" you whisper as he begins to lean into your face.

His breath on your lips makes you shiver. "Because I feel…what you feel about me."

You pull your head away before he kisses you. "Oh, hell no."

"What?" he looks worried.

"You have to say it."

His face blushes. "Say what?"

"That you are in love with me, Dean Winchester."

"I did," he mumbles.

You push him from holding you, suddenly feeling very playful. There is no way he's going to get away with just half-assing a confession like that. You turn and grab your bag from the bed. You walk past him to the bathroom and shut the door. He's going to follow. You know it.

A soft knock on the door makes a smile find its way to your face. You turn on the shower and the knock becomes slightly louder. You strip and wrap a towel around you. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and wink at a very red-faced Dean. For a guy who has sex regularly with strangers, he sure does get embarrassed a lot.

"Yes?" you say low and with a grin.

He quickly recovers himself with his deep seductive voice. "Can I join you?"

You laugh, but realize that he's being serious. "Um…well…"

Suddenly, his phone starts beeping from the bed. He holds up a finger to tell you to wait a minute. You watch him walk over to the bed to either see who texted him or to turn it off. And by watch him, you mostly watch his butt. His scrunches up in confusion and then turns to worry. Maybe it's Bobby. Perfect timing, dad.

"Sam, get up! We have to go!"