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Dean moves were slow and smooth. Damn, he was good. I was just following his lead, not really sure what I was doing. I hated slow dancing; it was too complicated for me, too many moves and steps that if done wrong were easily noticed. I dragged him to the dance floor because he needed some distraction and fun. And I was ready to sacrifice my dignity for him, even though he wasn't fan of dancing and chick flick moments. So here I was dancing terribly on my high heels on a wedding I didn't want to go to. At the beginning it was awkward for both of us and I knew he was feeling uncomfortable, but soon he relaxed. The truth was I was having fun. And I liked it.

Emma literally had plagued the life out of me to convince me to attend the wedding. That was her devilish plan. It had been a terrible, terrible conversation. But finally she had got what she wanted – Sam going with her as her date and me, taking Dean with me. Both of us, Dean and I, hadn't been fascinated by the idea but no one actually had asked for our opinion. Emma had dragged me shopping for hours to find the perfect gowns for both of us. She had chosen herself nice short red dress underlining her curvy body and it suited her perfectly with her blonde hair and blue eyes. I had wanted something simple and black but Em had chosen for me dark blue sleeveless dress with low back that was enveloping my body as second skin. She had made sure my make up was faultless. It had been really sweet of her to take care for me, making sure I'd be in my best look. She, of course, was gorgeous with her dress and flawless make up – eyeliner, mascara and matching lipstick.

Seeing myself in that fancy dress… well, for the first time since forever, I had felt sexy and pretty. But now among the crowded dancing room with so many people, all dressed up with perfect manners I felt awkward and out of place with my scars and tattoos. And that made me nervous, plus, I was really bad dancer and barely holding on my heels. I tried to flip my hair so the bullet marks on my shoulder wouldn't be seen but Dean stopped me, gently rubbing his thumb over the scars.

"Don't" he muttered seriously, leaning my body in the rhythm of the music "They show you're a warrior, Princess."

I just pulled him closer and perked his lips smiling brightly, forming silent "Thank you" with my lips. He smiled back and his eyes shone in happiness.

"You know, after all, maybe to come here wasn't such a bad idea" I admitted

"Why so?"

"You needed some fun" I said "Not only you, but Sam too"

We both simultaneously glanced at Sam and Emma who were laughing and gliding through the crowd on the dance floor as if that was the easiest thing ever. They were happy, staring at each other, sparks flying between them.

"They're cute" I smiled, wrapping my hands around Dean's neck

In that moment Sam leaned forward and kissed Emma.

"Finally" I chuckled rolling my eyes

"That's my boy" Dean smirked "It's my turn" and he covered my lips with his in sweet tender kiss

The song was over and Dean tried to escape the next dance but I didn't let him – I knew he wouldn't admit it but he was glad. So the next couple of songs he held me there. And there was nothing else but me and him, talking, laughing, joking; just being a regular normal happy couple. It was heaven for both of us. He was happy and that was enough for me to be happy, too. He needed it. I needed it. And he deserved so much more. I sighed and dropped my head on his shoulder enjoying the feeling to have him close to me.

I remembered him being so broken just two days ago, when he and Sam came back from a quick hunt they went to help a fellow hunter. It had gone really bad. The boys came back in terrible mood, dark faces. I didn't ask. All I cared about was Dean. He looked so broken. He was so tired of this life, of everything. He was somehow hopeless. And he hated himself, blaming himself for whatever had happened on that hunt, caring the weight of the world on his shoulders. I knew him well enough to know that just by looking at him. It took me everything to comfort him. Bad jokes, stupid stories, cuddling, drinking lots of booze, sex. I did everything to make sure he was better, to calm him down, showing him support and warmth, I wanted to take away his pain and give him peace and happiness. Feeling his relaxed body in my arms and his tranquil green eyes with small smile on his face I believed I did well.

The song ended so I dragged Dean away from the dancing for glass of champagne, smiling at him while he was eating some hors d'oeuvre.

"One will say you've never seen food in your life" I teased him

"Well" he chuckled "Maybe you should cook for me more often"

"Is that so?" I raised eyebrows, lustful smile on my lips "I've got other ideas for your menu, Winchester" I pulled him for a kiss; and then his phone rang

He looked at me with sorry face and hesitant eyes.

"Pick it up" I sighed "It might be important"

He took the phone out of his pocket and the moment he answered it his face changed in severe stern mask. I bit nervously my lower lip. Something was wrong. When he ended the conversation I didn't give him a chance to say a word.

"Where are we going to hunt what?" I asked him, crook smile on my lips

"Sam and I can take care of that, ok?" he said "You're staying here. I need you safe."

I narrowed my eyes but this seemed important to him so I agreed

"Fine, just be careful" I said and pulled him for eager deep kiss "I love you"

I froze, realizing what had just slipped my lips. Dean was standing wide eyed in front of me, confusion and surprise all over his face. I made him feel really uncomfortable. I didn't expect him to answer me back with the same but I had to save him from the inconvenience of saying something stupid.

"Go" I perked his lips and pushed him away a bit "And come back in one piece."

Two minutes later he and Sam stormed out to the Impala. I was left behind for two reasons – to take care of Emma going safely home and because they were going to Lisa and Ben. So far with the nice evening.

And that was the last time I saw the Winchesters for more than a week. After taking care of Emma, I got back to Bobby but neither of us managed to contact the boys. I called Bear and asked him to check on his contacts; I was even considering calling Cas for help. I was sick worried and Bobby was even more jumpy than normal because of my nervousness. Emma was calling me every two hours to see if there's some news. I knew Dean was idiot enough not to think about my nerves, but Sam… He knew how worried I could get. I was missing them both. On the third day I got a text saying they were fine but they were going to stay there a bit to finish some stuff. It was weird. Since when they were sending texts instead of calling? I was really worried.