A/N: Kelly's POV. Takes place in chapter 14 of Caught in the Crossfire. Enjoy!

Chapter 15: Apprehension

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal."
- Jean Racine

They had a case, and they were leaving. Dean had told me the night before, not giving me much time to mentally prepare for the fact that we were about to be truly on our own in the new house. I added it to my growing mound of anxiety since I was also due to start my new job.

I was leaning against the wall, watching Dean pack up what little he had set up in the room that he and Sam had been staying in. He turned to me as he threw a shirt in his bag.

"You're going to be fine." I think he said it as much for himself as my own benefit.

I forced a fake smile, "sure. What could go wrong?" We both stared at one another for a long beat. I said it as a joke, but given our ongoing luck in this world, it wasn't funny.

"Call me if anything seems off. Anything. Anytime. Got it?" He moved closer to me, putting his hands around my waist.

"Yes, sir." I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I shot a look at the door, which was still open slightly before pulling him down into a kiss.

It started off gentle but quickly escalated, both of our anxieties running high. Dean pushed me back fully against the wall, deepening the kiss. I slid my hands under his shirt in response, while he moved his hands into my hair.

He pulled back for a moment, searching my eyes before resuming the kiss hungrily. He lifted me then, and I wrapped my legs around him. I didn't want to leave this moment, but as Dean pulled back again breaking the kiss, reality came rushing back. This was definitely not the time for this. We both knew it.

He put me down, my feet finding the ground but my legs felt like jelly. Dean kept his hand around the back of my neck.

"I mean it. Anything. Call me." He kissed my forehead.

"I will," I replied breathlessly. I tried to shift gears, to prepare for facing everyone while we said our public goodbyes. "I think the most scary thing I'll face is Greta anyway."

Dean snorted and grabbed his bag. He squeezed my hand before heading out of the room. I realized the door was closed but brushed it off.

I followed him out and down the stairs. We met Sam at the bottom.

"Thanks, Sam, for everything." I reached up for a hug, which was made easier as I stood on the bottom step.

"Happy to help. Especially with the electricity." He slid a look Dean's way, who responded with an eye roll. Both boys turned and walked off towards the Impala.

I came to a stop next to Michelle who was standing in the yard. I called after the boys, reminding them check-in.

As the car pulled away, Michelle turned on me, "When were you going to tell me?".

Oh. Shit.