Dean stormed out of the apartment, again. For the third time that week, he and Benny'd had a fight. Never physical, just a lot of yelling and throwing things. It was a wonder the neighbors hadn't called the cops... except for that one time.
As Dean jogged down the stairs, he heard their door shut followed by Benny calling his name. Ignoring him, Dean continued down the stairs and out to the parking lot and his car. Before he could unlock the door though, Benny caught up with him. Benny grabbed his shoulders, turning him around, back to the car. Cupping Dean's chin in one hand and resting the other on the frame of the door, Benny kissed Dean, softly, not fuelled by passion like those that always led to more.
"Stay. Please."
Dean melted into the kiss, like always, and like always, he forgot why they were fighting in the first place. He sighed, leaning back into the car. "Fine. One more night."
He knew that was a lie, that the same thing would happen tomorrow or the day after, and it would end the same way, maybe at the bar, or halfway down the stairs, but Benny always finds him and asks him to stay and Dean will always say one more night, night after night.