Dean parked the Impala at the top of the street and he walked down. He was pacing around in the cul-de-sac, shoulders hunched over, hands in his pockets. He kicked his boot against the wet pavement. The rain was pouring.

His phone went off.

It was a text from Becca.

I can see you, D.

Muttering a curse under his breath, Dean looked up. He saw her silhouette from behind the antique bubbly glass of the front door.

As he jogged up the steps, she opened the door. She was in a shirt with a Lotus flower on it and her cut offs. "Why are you out there in this weather?"

"I just wanted to check on you."

"Dude, you know you can come inside. You don't have to be so secretive about it."

Dean felt guilty for having a gun on him while in Becca's home. She would flip if she knew. Probably stick a flower in it or something.

"Take off those wet clothes. We'll throw them in the dryer," she told him. "There's a blanket there on the couch."

"Can you give me a second?"

"Of course. Make yourself at home. I'll go start you some coffee, okay?" Becca headed into the kitchen.

Dean quickly took the pistol out of his pocket and stuck it underneath one of the couch cushions. Then he stripped down to his boxers. When she came back, he was standing in her living room. No blanket.

He was on her before she could even speak.

He easily lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands cupped her bottom, holding her against him.

"Dean, we can't do this," Becca reminded him.

"I don't fucking care."

He carried her upstairs.

Becca tensed as Dean gently pushed her down onto all-fours. His lips were in her ear. "Easy. I'm gonna take care of you." He gripped her hips, pulling her slowly back onto him.

She instinctively pushed against him and let out a whimper of pleasure.

"God damn, sweetheart…look at you…" he whispered, leaning down and brushing back her hair. He kissed her shoulder blade.

She loved it.

"Dean …oh shit…"

He smiled with satisfaction, loving how vocal she was. He couldn't get enough of her saying his name. He was good. And he knew he was. It turned Becca on way more than it reasonably should.

Afterwards, Becca lay against Dean's chest. She could hardly bring herself to speak. "I cannot… believe I just did that."

"You did." He put his chin on the top of her head. "I can vouch. I was there."

"I feel so…bad. Doing it from behind like that is just…"

"Pretty fuckin' awesome?"

Her body shook with laughter. "It is." She looked up at him. "So who is Castiel to you?"

"He's a very special friend."

"I see."

"Becca, he saved me. He..." Was he ready to tell her this?

He was.

"He pulled me out of hell."

"Wow, you must have been going through a hard time."

"No, Becca, you don't understand. I was literally in hell."

She blinked a few times. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Sam got stabbed and was…he was dead. And so I made a deal. Then they came for me and..."

"Oh god..." Her lower lip began to tremble.

"The hounds of hell came for me, and I had to hold up my end of the bargain. I was there for a really, really long time." Dean's eyes filled with tears. "And Castiel, he…he saved me. He pulled me out of the Pit. That's what the mark is, Becca. It's from Castiel grabbing me and pulling me out of fucking hell."

Becca wiped her eyes. "Oh Dean…" She reached up and touched his cheek, brushing back his tears with her thumb. "You carry so much."

"I need you, Becca." He whispered against her lips. The honesty of what he'd told her made him feel vulnerable.

"I need you, too, Dean. It's okay." Blue met hazel. "You know how you said you felt that weird Tarzan thing?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel it too," she confessed.

His heart pounded in his ears. That was probably the sexiest thing any woman had ever said to him.

"Well I'm all yours, sweetheart." Dean nipped playfully at her lips.

When Becca awoke a few hours later, Dean was up, looking out the window. The rain was still pouring, water streaming down the glass.

Becca came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, pulling herself up against him. She kissed the middle of his back, and pressed her cheek against his skin. "Mmm…you're warm. You okay, dude?"

"Yeah." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Can't sleep?"

"I'm just checking everything out."

"Well come back to the tree house, Tarzan," Becca told him teasingly, squeezing him tight. "Everything's fine out there."

Dean nodded, letting her pull him back to bed.