Dean wasn't the best at noticing things, especially when it came to the feelings department. It had ruined countless relationships in his past, but lucky for him he had Becky now. Not to say she didn't have feelings, but he knew her so well from their friendship before hand, when there was no pressure on him, to read her well enough to tell when she needed him. A darkening of the eyes when she was angry, or the way one side of her mouth would pull up when she was thinking or frustrated. To him Becky was an open book, which made him a much better and more caring boyfriend than he'd be able to be to anyone else.

That's why when he noticed a redness on Becky's forehead, from where she had been furrowing her brow, he knew something was wrong. Becky was generally a very happy person. Not a lot got to her, and even if it did she had so many friends backstage that she didn't stay angry or sad for too long. The furrowing of her brows meant she had been frowning, possibly in anger. Becky was a spitfire so Dean had to be cautious when she was angry.

"Bex, you okay?"

Her head snapped up, just seeming to notice him. Which was funny considering she was in their dressing room. She didn't answer at first, but Dean gave her a smile and patted the seat next to him. "C'mon, tell ol' Deano what's got your face looking all sad."

Becky gave him a small smile of amusement and sat next to him. She sighed, rubbing her hands together in front of her with her elbows on her knees. "Just talked to my mom, and I'm not gonna be able to speak to her for a whole week." She looked up at Dean and gave him a rueful smile. "I know it's just a week but…"

He wrapped an arm around her, "No, hey, I get it. I know how much you like talking to your mom and how much you miss her. Plus, I know how often you talk to her, trust me I've seen your phone bills." That got a small laugh out of her so he plowed on. "Maybe you can write everything down that you'd talk to her about each day and have a long phone call when she gets back. Or you could have a Skip call."

She snorted, "You mean a Skype call?"

He shrugged, "Whatever."

She smiled at him, "Thanks, that's not a bad idea."

He watched her closely as she stood and moved about the room, still seeing that furrow in her brow. It was still bothering her. He stood up himself, moving to kiss her cheek.

"Hey, I'm gonna go find Seth real quick. I'll be back."

She hummed that she heard him and that she'd see him later. Then he was out the door with the inklings of an idea. First he had to find Seth for some help. It didn't take him long to find his friend's dressing room. He knocked, and after hearing a call from inside, walked in. Seth was tearing the tape off his wrists and smiled at him.

"Dean, what brings you down here?"

"I need some help, and if you tell anyone what I'm about to do, I'll hit you for real."

The smile fell off his face, "I'm not smuggling nunchucks for you again."

Dean rolled his eyes, "One time… No, that's not what it is." He held up his phone for Seth to see, "I need you to help me search something and then to buy something online."

Seth shrugged and reached for Dean's phone. They had a lot of work to do.

Becky's week had gotten worse, and Dean could have not known her at all and would have still been able to tell. She had a constant frown on her face and sometimes looked like she was about to cry. After getting the news that her mom wouldn't be in contact for the week, she had a long discussion with her brother where they got into a heated argument. Dean didn't know what the argument was about, but by the angry tears streaming down her face when she came back inside his place, he knew it wasn't good. Then she'd lost her favorite necklace on a plane or in one of the rental cars. She wasn't a big jewelry fan, but Dean knew it had sentimental value. It was a gift from her grandmother and meant a lot to Becky and she had been absolutely devastated. And to top it all off, with all this stuff going Becky hadn't been able to focus and had botched a move in the ring at a Live event that had sent her and her opponent to the trainer. Dean had arrived rather quickly to check on her, but Becky was constantly apologizing to Dana who was trying to reassure her that it was okay. They both ended up being fine, but that screw up had put Becky into a worse mood than before.

Dean had just been trying to keep her afloat until they got home so he could put his plan into action. When he saw a box sitting on his front stoop he nearly raced up the stairs to get it. If he did that, however, Becky would know something was up. So he casually strolled along beside her until they reached the front door. While she dug out her key he bended down to pick the box up and shook it, hoping that everything came in one piece. Becky gave him a side eye with a lifted eyebrow, "What's that?"

"Just something that Seth helped me order." He watched her unlock the door and turn around and look at it.

"Well what is it?"

He grinned at her, "Can't tell you. It's a surprise."

She pursed her lips, turning away from him. "Fine, whatever."

Dean frowned, that wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. This week must have really been getting to her. He needed to fix this fast. "Hey, babe, why don't you go and preheat the oven for me, and I'll check on this and meet you out there to help with dinner?"

Becky nodded, but didn't really turn to face him again. "Okay, sounds good."

He headed for their bedroom and shut and locked the door, before tearing into the box.

Dean looked at himself in the mirror and held back a wince. Why the hell was Becky into this stuff? The steampunk gear looked slightly out of place on him. The pants too tight, the leather cap making his curls look even more unruly, and all the accessories being just a tad too over the top for his personal liking. He didn't know why Becky liked this stuff, but the point was that she did, and this would maybe cheer her up. Well, this and the two tickets he had gotten them to a steampunk convention. It was another flight, but hopefully it would bring her out of her funk.

He unlocked the door and stepped through just as Becky called out from the kitchen.

"Dean, did you get lost or did you just forget about me?"

He strode into the kitchen without answering her and was met with her back. She was watching out the window at the Vegas lights that were beautifully blanketing the sky. He cleared his throat awkwardly, because he was uncomfortable in these clothes, but dammit they'd make her smile.

She turned around and her eyes got comically wide. Her mouth dropped open and her hand went to her heart as if to restart it. He shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Um, so I bought this, and I was hoping it would cheer you up a bit. I'll even let you take pictures, as long as you promise to keep them just for you."

Becky still wasn't speaking, but her mouth was trying to move. Eventually some sort of choked back word was uttered and Dean looked down at his feet, unable to meet her wide eyes.

"Well you aren't saying anything so if this didn't work I also got us two tickets to some steampunk convention thing in Seattle. We can go and you can buy a bunch of shit you don't need and I'll wear this if you want me to and-"

In three quick strides Becky was kissing him, her hands pressed to the base of his neck, now allowing him to move away from her. Not that he would want to do that in the first place, but the extra force motivated him to press against her and kiss back. After a few minutes she pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, knocking off the leather cap, which fell to the ground.

"You are the sweetest and most thoughtful man I know. This is so out of the box and lovely. Thank you." She gave him a smile before crushing him in a tight hug, her bad mood seeming to disappear. She pressed her face into his neck. "I've had the shittiest week, but this made it all better. I can't wait to go to this convention with you."

Dean hugged her back. "I just can't stand to see you sad like you've been. Even if these pants are too tight."

Becky giggled, moving one hand to squeeze his ass, making him jump a bit. "Oh, I'm definitely taking pictures. Then we are going to negotiate how often I can get you to wear this." She moved back and gave him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

He rolled his eyes, but didn't disagree with her. He simply said, "You're so weird."

She bent down, picked up the hat on the floor and placed it back on his head before leaning up to kiss his cheek. She let her lips linger there for a moment, whispering in his ear. "You love me for it."

He shivered at her voice and let her lead him to their bedroom.