Flashback:

"Dean, are you even listening to me?"

"Not when you're yelling at me."

"I'm not yelling at you but I need you to listen to me."

"Maybe I don't want to because you keep raising your voice."

"Fucks sake, Dean! Stop acting like a damn kid!"

They both owned a joint savings account with one another, deciding that it was best they both put some of their earnings into it so they could have money saved for a rainy day and anything else important. They agreed that they would talk with one another if they needed to withdraw money from it for any dire emergency and gave themselves a set amount on how much they should take out each month. Dean had gone to the ATM after work one day to withdraw some cash out of the savings account and checked to see how much was left in the savings.

"Why are we short $400?" Dean murmured to himself.

It's not that they didn't have a significant amount of money saved up but this was the second time a couple of hundred dollars had mysteriously disappeared from the account. It was definitely time to talk to Renee about this as soon as possible.

The money from the savings had been sent to a cousin of Renee's in Canada as they needed help financially with something. Dean wasn't against her helping her family, but he was against her not telling him about it.

"Okay, so I helped a family member. Sorry for not telling you about it." Renee doused the tub with AJAX then began scrubbing the tub out.

"When were you going to tell me, Renee? Never?"

"It has slipped my mind, Dean." She stubbed scrubbing then looked back at Dean with a slight disappointed look in her eyes. "Did it slip your mind to tell me that you had visited the doctor without telling me?"

Dean frowned at Renee when she said that, curious as to how she knew he had gone to the doctor recently about his back because he for sure didn't tell anybody else.

"How did you…"

"I found a brand new bottle of your painkillers in your drawer when I did your laundry and put some of your clothes away. Don't worry, I didn't move them. But maybe you shouldn't chastise me like a damn kid for not telling you what I did if you're not going to tell me about anything you're doing." Renee rinsed the tub out, took off her gloves that she had on, and turned to look at Dean. "When it comes to your health, I should know about. It doesn't matter if it's your mental health or your physical health, you should tell me everything that's going on with you. Hell, you even know when I have my period each month yet you can't tell me you've visited the doctor for your back? I'll put the money back into the account when I get paid tomorrow. But I value you over money."

"I was going to tell you, Renee."

"When, Dean? When?"

"I was going to tell you if it was bad but it hasn't been. My back acted up a little the other day but that's it."

"Looks like we need to not hide information from one another." She put the gloves underneath the sink then washed her hands of any chemicals that may have still been on her hand. When she looked up in the mirror, she saw Dean rubbing the back of his neck with a somber look at on his face but he hadn't look up at her until she spoke to him. "I'm not mad."

"Me neither. We both haven't been telling each other stuff that we've been doing and we can't start that shit now." Dean walked behind Renee and placed his hands on her waist. "You forgive me?"

"You forgive me?" Renee dried her hands as she looked at Dean in the mirror.

"We're forgiving each other for not talking to one another about important things that we need to be aware of. I'm even more sorry for not telling you about my doctor visit as I know you're concerned about my health."

"I am. My dad already suffered a heart attack and I don't want you to suffer in any way."

"I'll be fine. Just remember that."

Renee smiled as Dean's facial hair brushed against her soft skin and closed her eyes when Dean kissed her cheek then hugged her as he resumed kissing her cheek. Renee turned to hug Dean, inhaling his scent while putting her arms around her husband who was now kissing her forehead softly and looked at her.

"You smell like honey," Renee said.

"I spilled some on my shirt when I was making Daisy a peanut butter and honey sandwich."

Renee chuckled softly as she imagined Daisy chowing down on a peanut butter and honey sandwich.

"That sounds about right. But please but honest with me: did you not tell me about going to the doctor because you were afraid of what I'd say? How I'd react? Tell me the truth."

Dean exhaled from his nose, reaching his hand behind his neck to rub it again, then took Renee's hands into his as he thought about what he needed to say to his wife who was now worried about him and his health which had been more important than money.

"I just hate it when you worry so much, Renee…I just…I want to tell you about certain things but I just don't want you to stress out and worry because the last time you did you exploded because you had everything bottled up inside you. I don't want you to stress out about me…dammit…"

"I understand, Dean. I promise I'll remain as calm as a I can about everything…oh, Dean…"

"I'm sorry for not telling you…"

"Dean, please don't cry…"

Tears had started flowing down their cheeks like waterfall raging as if someone or something angered it. Renee grabbed ahold of Dean's hand, led him took him out of the bathroom quickly, and sat down with him on the bed as they continued to cry with each other. Crying was their way of letting out any and all frustrations that they had built up inside of them as that was a healthier alternative than yelling and screaming at each other.

Dean took a deep breath and exhaled again, his head clouded as he couldn't think, and tears still streaming down his face but were wiped away by Renee's hands.

"Make me feel good, Renee…" Dean said to her quietly. "Just make me feel good…"

"Of course…" Renee responded as she tugged on Dean's belt. "As long as you return the favor…"

Dean got up quickly to unhook his belt, yanking it out of the loops it been resting in, and tossed it to the side as he watched Renee tear her tank top and shorts off her body because she too was ready to feel damn good.

Renee scooted back onto the middle of the bed and opened her legs that gave Dean an invitation to slide right between them which he did with ease. They both relaxed as they locked lips with one another and made their tongues to collide together while moaning in ecstasy as the kissing became more and more intense. Dean rolled over onto his back slowly as he pulled Renee on top of him so he could get a good view of her from the bottom.

His hands slithered their way up to Renee's breasts, her hands placing themselves on top of his while she bent down to give him a kiss on his lips again, and looked down at him while giving him a small smile. He returned the smile with his own which made his face light up a bit like a Christmas tree during the holidays but the smile went as quickly as it came which made Renee's own smile fade a little.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't think I can do this…I feel like I'm forcing you to do this…"

"You're not, Dean. But if you don't want to continue, we won't."

"As long as you don't feel as if I'm forcing you to do this."

Renee placed a finger on Dean's lips to silence him as now he was speaking nothing but nonsense at that point in time.

"You're not. Do you want to continue?" Renee saw a slow nod from Dean which signaled to her that he was ready to continue. "Okay."

A few days later, damn brick had went through the side window of Dean's shop which prompted him to put up two more surveillance cameras on the side of the building so anyone who dared do anything else would be would be caught red handed. Dean's business wasn't located in a bad area but for some reason some random things would happen in the area where his business was located but for the most part it was still a safe area.

But Renee began to become paranoid and worried about Dean's safety when he had told her about the brick going through the window of his shop. Despite that idiot who did it getting caught, she still thought about that and someone burning his shop down the fire that so she did something she never thought she'd do before in her entire life but she did as she thought it was the right thing to do.

One day, Renee walked into Dean's shop and asked him if he had a minute to spare as there were no customers in the store to occupy them.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Dean?" she asked.

He had left Cody in charge of running things while he walked behind her and closed the door to his office once they were alone together.

"What's up, Renee? Came to give me some food?" Dean joked. He saw her clutch her purse but didn't face Dean as she still had her back turned to him which now made him a bit confused. "Renee?"

"I bought you something…"

"Food, I hope."

"No…" Renee then turned to face Dean with a serious look at her face. "I had to get you this."

"Get me what, Renee? Look, you need to talk to me because you're starting to scare me a little."

Renee bit her lip as she reached into her purse to pull out something that Dean never thought he'd see her hold in a million years but here she was with the object in her hand. Dean had never been so shocked in his entire life but dammit that day was the day that would go down in history as the day Renee shocked the hell out of him and almost rendered him speechless but he still managed to say something.

"What the hell, Renee!?" Dean said. "Seriously, now!? Are you kidding me!? What the fuck are you doing with a fucking gun!?"