A/N: Okay, first off I need to clarify something that may be a bit confusing. This story is AU due to how things played out in the first fic. The boys survived the semi crash, John didn't die, YED was killed, and therefore a lot of stuff in Season 2 is different or didn't happen at all. Because of this, if I don't explicitly reference something that happened in Season 2, assume it didn't happen in this world. Secondly, I'm not entirely sure about this chapter. It was harder to right for some reason and I'm not sure how much I like it. If you have any comments or suggestions, please let me know. I'll try to get another chapter done soon (you'll probably see what exactly is wrong with Ty in the next chapter). Lyrics are Aerosmith's "Livin' on the Edge." Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time!

Chapter Six: Fallin'

There's somethin' wrong with the world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes
We're seein' things in a different way
And God knows it ain't his
It shore ain't no surprise
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
Livin' on the edge
There's somethin' wrong with the world today
The light bulb's gettin dim
There's meltdown in the sky
If you can judge a wise man
By the color of his skin
Then mister you're a better man than I
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself at all
Livin' on the edge
You can't stop yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again & again
Something right with the world today
And everybody knows it's wrong
But we can tell 'em no or we could let it go
But I'd would rather be a hanging on
Livin' on the edge

It was over an hour later when Ty and Dean drove back up the street to get Sam. When Dean pulled the car into the dirt lot, Sam was sitting outside the roadhouse, waiting for them. Ty had seen Sam look pouty before, but now he looked down right pissed. His lips were pursed, his hair hung in his eyes, but did nothing to disguise the flash of annoyance in them, and his hands clenched at his sides. Ty glanced at Dean, flashing him an unrepentant grin. Dean rolled his eyes in response. He took a deep breath and stretched the muscles in his neck by leaning his head to each side before exiting the car and going to face his brother. Sam was already standing near Dean's door before Dean was fully out of the car.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sam demanded.

"We had to..." Dean began.

"You left me with a very pissed off Ellen and an even more pissed off Jo." Sam cut him off, glaring angrily.

Dean glanced away guiltily before trying again, "Yeah, sorry about that. We..."

"Dude, do you have any idea...?" Sam started yelling again.

"Chill out, Sam." Ty interrupted with a hint of impatience coloring her voice.

Sam's gaze snapped up, looking over the car at Ty incredulously. Ty flipped her hair back over her shoulder absently, not even looking at Sam.

"What?" Sam asked, wondering if maybe he'd imagined her comment.

"It's not the end of the world, Sam." Ty said with a sigh. She glanced over the car at Sam and looked him over quickly, "You seem to have survived okay. Now, do we have a hunt or not?"

Sam stood frozen for a moment. Usually when he got pissed off, Dean at least let him yell for a bit and get it out of his system. And Ty usually took his side, but now she seemed completely unconcerned.

"I got a hunt."

An unfamiliar voice caused all three hunters to jerk around towards the source of the sound, instantly on the defensive. A figure strode towards them, separating himself from the dark shadows of the parking lot and moving into the light coming from the front of the roadhouse. Dean recognized the guy in the denim jacket who'd been talking to Ash earlier, but didn't immediately lower his guard. Dean figured the guy was probably a hunter, he had the look of one, but that didn't necessarily make him one of the good guys, as their encounters with Gordon, the crazed hunter who'd decided that Sam was something to be hunted on account the rumors of his supposed destiny that had somehow gotten around, had proved. Dean had tried to explain to the guy that the yellow-eyed demon was gone, that the whole dark side prophecy was complete shit anyway, but that hunter had been off the deep end.

"Yeah? Who are you?" Dean demanded, refusing to lower the gun he had instinctively drawn.

The young man smiled, holding up his hands and stopping where he was. He looked from one hunter facing him to the next. Dean and Sam had their guns trained on him, but Ty was looking him up and down with an intrigued smile, her gun dangling loosely at her side. This new guy was definitely not unattractive. He had longer dark hair that spiked a little in the front, was roughly the same height as Dean although slightly trimmer and wore an innocent-looking face that was spoiled by a mischievous glint in his eyes. Those same brown eyes caught Ty's for a moment and she flashed him a smile.

"I asked you a question." Dean snapped.

The intruder ripped his gaze from Ty's and looked back to Dean, "Sorry. Name's Alex, Alex Flynn."

Alex's gaze kept flickering back to Ty and he finally gave up trying not to turn his attention to her instead of Dean and asked, "Are you really that girl in Arizona that everyone keeps talking about?"

Ty shook her head and spread her hands with a bemused look on her face, "I guess."

"Hey!" Dean snapped, clearly aggravated at the lack of attention he was receiving, even with a gun pointed at this guy, "New kid! You're obviously a hunter, or at least think you are, if you're hanging around here. What's your deal?"

"My deal?" Alex repeated, looking amused at Dean's word choice, "Well, I guess 'my deal' is that I've got a hunt I think I could use some help on and Ash said you Winchesters were the guys for the job."

"Ash said that?" Dean asked.

Alex nodded.

Dean slowly lowered his gun, stowing it back in the waist of his jeans almost reluctantly. Sam followed suit, glancing silently between his brother and the newcomer.

"What's the hunt?" Ty asked, not bothering to disguise her enthusiasm.

"Well," Alex smiled confidently at Ty and moved closer, "that's kind of the problem. I'm still kind of new at this gig and judging from the body count on this, I think I might be in over my head."

"Great, another amateur." Dean groaned.

"Shut up, Dean." Ty snapped over her shoulder.

She leaned back against the car, still smiling invitingly. Alex returned the look, stopping only a pace or two from Ty. Dean glared over the car at both of them. Sam frowned, not enjoying this turn of events and the tension that had resulted.

"High body count, huh?" Ty asked, sliding her eyes up Alex's form until she was holding his gaze.

"Yeah. I think fourteen so far." he nodded.

"Nice." Ty commented with a raised brow, "Demonic?"

"Could be."

"Sounds like fun."

Alex's smile widened at the look on Ty's face and he slowly edged a couple inches closer.

Dean cleared his throat, revealing his presence next to the pair who apparently hadn't even noticed that he'd moved, and Alex jumped slightly, moving back a step. Dean scowled at him, glaring him back another step before he moved between them in close to Ty, standing over her and turning his back to Alex.

"Ty?" he questioned in a low tone.

"Yes, Dean?" Ty asked, glancing up at him, barely containing a pleased smirk.

"Could you try not volunteering us for things?"

Ty shrugged, "Thought we were looking for a hunt."

"Yeah, but not this one."

"Why not?" Ty asked, feigning innocence, "I thought we were in the hunting evil biz. Who knows, maybe this is one of those demons your Dad's worried about?"

Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if seeking an escape route. He finally let out an aggravated growl and whirled around to face Alex.

"Alright, fine. We'll take your damn hunt. You can stay here."

"What?" Alex protested, "No way! This is my hunt. I've been following this thing, doing all the legwork. I'm coming with."

"You said you wanted our help. This is us helping." Dean replied.

"Funny." Alex commented with a sneer, "I'm serious."

"So am I." Dean answered, his voice devoid of its usual humor.

"Boys!" Ty interrupted the posturing, forcing her way between them and pushing them further apart with each hand, "Can't we play nice?"

"I'm not taking another freaking rookie out to nearly get killed. I'm only one guy. How many people you expect me to save in one hunt?"

"Dean," Ty smiled gently, turning her full attention to him. She reached a hand up to play with the hairs on the back of Dean's head, "I'm sure our attractive new friend is perfectly capable of taking care of himself."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he glared at her, "You're using sexy voice. Stop using sexy voice."

"That's not what you said an hour ago." Ty pointed out.

"Eww! I did not need to hear that!" Sam cried in disgust.

"Shut up, Sam." Dean called over his shoulder, "Yeah, but an hour ago, the situation was a bit different. For one, we were naked."

"Dude, mental image!" Sam exclaimed, "I can only repress so much!"

"Um...still here." Alex added, raising a hand.

"We know." Dean said dismissively over Ty's head.

"Dean." Ty whined, "Please? I think it'd be fun having someone else along. Besides," Ty leaned in closer to Dean and dropped her voice to a whisper, "having him along will make it a whole lot easier to get rid of Sam every once in awhile."

Dean sighed extravagantly so everyone would know just how much he was being put out on this one.

"Alright, fine. But you owe me. With interest." Dean looked past her to Alex, "And we take point on this and you do what we say."

Alex shrugged, "Fine by me."

"Where is this hunt?" Sam asked.

"North Dakota. Town a little south of Fargo called Horace."

"Swell." Dean quipped, "Try to keep up."

"No problem." Alex replied, mock-saluting Dean before he retreated into the shadows.

Ty watched him leave, following him with her eyes. When he was out of sight, she looked back up at Dean to find him scowling again.

"Cheer up, Dean." Ty told him, pushing herself off the car and closer to Dean, "We've got a hunt."

Ty punctuated her statement by kissing Dean passionately on the lips. Dean kissed her back, wrapping an arm around her back and yanking her closer. Sam rolled his eyes and climbed in the backseat, deciding that riding in the back would be easier than trying to get past those two and in the passenger side. With any luck, they'd let him sleep through most of the drive to North Dakota. Ty's behavior still bothered Sam. He expected Dean to act that way, but not Ty. She'd always been a little more self-conscious the last time she'd traveled with them, reluctant to even wear a short skirt. Sam supposed it was possible that gaining more experience in hunting had given her more confidence in general, but he still couldn't shake his gut feeling that something about Ty wasn't right. Frowning to himself once again as he settled into the back seat, Sam resolved to volunteer to get coffee in the morning or something and use that opportunity to test Ty, if nothing else, to ease his own mind. Besides, if things proved to be as sinister as Sam was hoping they weren't, Bobby didn't live too far from this hunt and Sam knew he could always turn to him for help if he needed.

Ty and Dean eventually separated and Dean moved back around the car to get in behind the wheel. The pair plopped down onto the front bench-seat with damn near identical grins on their face. Sam rolled his eyes again.

"Hey, Bonnie and Clyde. Can we go?" Sam prodded impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, we're going." Dean replied, starting the car and steering it out onto the highway.

An old Ford pickup followed them. Watching it in the rearview mirror, Dean couldn't help but reflect on Ty's attitude towards this Alex guy. The thing with the idiot with the Ducati, Dean could kind of understand. Ty had been pissed at him. She'd wanted to get back at him, make him mad. But with this new guy...Dean couldn't figure out why she'd been flirting with him. She wasn't mad at him as far as he knew. Hell, they'd just returned from some amazing extra curricular activities. Maybe she was still mad, still hung up on the Jo thing. Girls were like that sometimes, stubbornly refusing to let things go. And God knew that Ty was stubborn to a fault. Dean sighed a little, figuring that must be it.

Ty meanwhile, oblivious or unconcerned by the speculation concerning her that was going through both Winchester brothers' minds, stared out the window at the passing night. While both boys had frowns tugging at their lips, Ty was smiling. As far as she was concerned, things were definitely looking up.

After some time with each passenger in the Impala lost in their own thoughts, Sam succumbed to sleep, stretched out as much as he could in the back seat considering his large frame. Dean glanced back at him and smiled, glad that his brother was getting some rest. The poor kid still suffered from nightmares with a much more regular frequency than Dean would like. Turning his attention to Ty, Dean wondered for a second if she was asleep, too. She'd been quiet for awhile and was curled up on her side of the seat, leaning against the passenger door. However, feeling the weight of Dean's eyes on her, Ty looked over at him, proving she was still awake.

"What?" she asked,

"Nothing." Dean shook his head, "You should get some sleep."

"Not really tired just yet." Ty replied.

"Can I ask you something?" Dean ventured, eyes back on the road.

"Shoot."

"If something was wrong, would you tell me?"

"What do you mean, Dean?" Ty asked carefully.

Dean's eyes caught hers for a second before he turned them back to the highway. Ty carefully inspected his face for a moment, before she slowly replied, "I'm fine, Dean."

Dean didn't say anything to question her statement, but he looked skeptical.

"No, seriously. I am." Ty insisted, "What could be wrong? I've got a hunt to work on and a cute guy with a nice car to occupy me in the meantime."

Ty punctuated her statement with a devilish grin and Dean couldn't say that he was opposed to her view of things, but something was still bothering him. Something told him that he was missing something, that she was covering.

"Why? Is something bothering you, Dean?" Ty queried when Dean didn't respond to her comment.

Dean looked hard at Ty one more time, looking for physical proof of whatever it was that he sensed, but she looked fine, looking back at him with wide questioning eyes. With a sigh, Dean shook his head, "Nope. Nothing."

Ty nodded, a smile ghosting across her lips, "Good."

Settling herself more comfortably into her seat, Ty stifled a yawn.

"You know, maybe I will take a nap. Wake me up if you want me to drive for a bit."

"Not a chance." Dean replied automatically.

Ty rolled her eyes at him before closing them. That same hint of a grin graced her features as she drifted off to sleep, a grin that struck Dean as a bit odd. It seemed almost...devious. Like she knew something he didn't and wasn't telling. Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering where these thoughts were coming from and trying to dispel them from his mind. This drive was already taking too long.

Dean drove in undisturbed silence except for the low intonations of the radio until the sun shown through the windshield, causing his two passengers to stir. In typical Winchester fashion, Dean had covered an impressive distance overnight, bringing them inside the North Dakotan border. Although tired, Dean preferred to do the driving and let his brother sleep rather than wake him up in order to catch an hour or two of fitful rest. He was used to it anyway. Although, at this point, he was in need of some good, strong coffee and thankfully, a sign about a mile back along the highway advertised a diner and truck stop approaching.

"Where are we?" Sam mumbled sleepily, pushing himself back into a seated position in the back seat.

"Uh...about an hour or two from Horace." Dean replied, smiling at the image his brother presented, hair even messier and more in his face than usual.

Dean took the next exit off the highway and pulled into the dirt lot surrounding the diner. Parking the car, Dean transferred his affectionate gaze to Ty, who was slowly waking up, stretching her limbs as much as the confines of the car would allow. She blinked blearily at him before glancing around at her surroundings.

As the trio exited the car and stretched their legs after the long drive, a beat-up pick-up truck parked next to them, causing Dean's smile to disappear. He'd almost forgotten about the newest and most unwelcome pain in his ass.

"Don't make too many pit stops, do you?" Alex commented.

"No. Why? The drive a little rough for you?" Dean asked disdainfully.

"Nah, I'm alright." Alex replied cheerfully, ignoring Dean's tone, "Starving, though."

"Mmm, me, too." Ty agreed as she reached her arms over her head and stretched one final time.

Dean's frown deepened. It didn't escape his notice that once again this Alex guy had chosen to approach from the side of the car that Ty was on, putting his beloved Impala between Dean and Sam and this new guy and Ty. He was also entirely aware of the way Alex's eyes dropped from Ty's face when she stretched.

Dean skirted the car quickly, wrapping an arm around Ty's waist and steering her away from Alex and towards the diner, "Let's get you some breakfast, then. Come on, Sam."

Dean glanced back at Alex out of the corner of his eye as they walked away. He shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets, trailing after them, outwardly unconcerned by the hostile vibes Dean was resonating.

Inside the restaurant, the sparse occupancy was mostly trucker types. They glanced up as the hunters entered, then turned back to their breakfast.

"Hey, there!" a slim, middle-aged blonde woman with her hair in a tight pony-tail called from behind the counter, "Have a seat anywhere, folks. I'll be right with you."

Following her instructions, Dean guided Ty towards a booth by a window. They slide in one side and Sam plopped in across from them. Alex approached last, pausing by the table until Sam scooted over to make room for him. The silence that followed was stifling.

"Coffee?"

All four hunters almost jumped at the cheerful voice of the diner waitress, approaching their table with a pot of hot coffee. They all also agreed quickly, flipping their cups over so that the waitress could fill them. The waitress, whose name tag read Amanda, poured them each a cup, then reached in her apron for menus. Dean waved them aside, placing an order for a short stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon, which was echoed by everyone else at the table. Amanda nodded quickly, not bothering to write anything down and retreated to the kitchen to place the order. After she left, the hunters each pulled their coffee cups to them. Sam paused as he was about to reach for a packet of sugar, looking at Ty sipping her coffee black.

"I thought you didn't like coffee." he said, recalling when he and Ty had breakfast in Colorado, she'd been rather insistent about her distaste for it.

"Who me?" Ty asked over her cup, "There's nothing better than a nice hot cup of black coffee."

"Amen." Dean agreed, taking a long drink from his own cup.

"I don't know." Alex commented, reaching past Sam for sugar and creamer, "I like it a little sweeter."

Ty raised her eyebrows at Alex. In reply, he raised his cup to her before taking a drink. Sam wished he had the opportunity to spike her coffee with the holy water that was still in his jacket, but there was no way he'd have the opportunity unless for some reason everyone at the table left. The more he watched Ty, the more convinced he was that she wasn't the same girl he remembered from before. One second she was making eyes at Alex and the next she was leaning into Dean, whispering something in his ear. This from the girl who'd admittedly been out of her league when it came to seducing a carnie.

"So what's up with this hunt?" Sam asked Alex to distract himself from the problem of Ty.

"Well," Alex answered, setting down his drink, "I'm having trouble nailing the pattern. At first I thought it was targeting people at this one hotel, but then new deaths cropped up from people who'd never even been there. That's when I figured it was too random to be a spirit."

"How does it kill them?" Ty asked, leaning forward with interest.

"First couple was pegged as a double suicide. They fell from the roof of a five story building. Next few were found dead in their rooms with massive coronaries. Then they got kind of gruesome."

"What makes you think they're all connected?" Dean wondered, intrigued despite himself.

"That's the thing. There's no obvious connections. Nothing the authorities would catch, anyway. Except that when I went back and checked all the scenes again, there was sulfur." Alex revealed. He frowned, "It's almost like the damn thing got bored."

"So what are the police saying about all the deaths?" Sam asked.

"Freak accidents, domestic disputes, robberies gone wrong. You name it, the police have sold it. I don't know if they actually believe the crap they're feeding the papers or if someone on that side is looking at them all together, too, and wondering what the hell is going on." Alex admitted.

He stopped from saying any more because the waitress was coming back with their food. She placed a plate heaped with delicious-smelling food in front of each hunter, refilled their coffee cups, then retreated to her spot behind the counter with a smile. The group left off their argument by silent mutual agreement in order to wolf down their breakfasts.

Pushing away the remnants left on her plate, Ty leaned back in her seat, "I think maybe we should stay at this hotel where everything started. Who knows, maybe it'll come back?"

"Place still open?" Dean asked.

Alex nodded.

"Great." Dean said, wiping his hands on a napkin and tossing it down on his plate, "Let's go."

Dean strode over to the counter and paid their tab, while the others moved towards the door.

"So, Alex," Sam ventured, "you said you're new to all this?"

"Well, yeah. Why?"

Sam shrugged, "Just wondering how you got into this gig."

Alex sighed, sticking his arms in his pockets again, "Sort of a family thing, I guess."

Sam was about to ask him to elaborate, but Dean returned and Alex took one look at him before immediately taking off out the door.

"Did I miss something?" Dean asked.

"Nothing important." Ty replied, leaning against Dean, "Come on. Sooner we get a hotel room, sooner I can get you in a nice, warm bed."

"Alright, now that sounds like a plan." Dean grinned, hands sliding down Ty's back.

"God, not in public." Sam complained, pushing past them and out the door.

Dean's grin widened as he pulled away from Ty and followed his brother. Ty trailed after him, looking rather pleased with herself, as well. With her suggestion in mind, Dean traveled fast, urging Alex to drive faster by riding his tail. Regardless, it was still about another hour when Alex turned into the drive of a large hotel. The town itself was not extremely well-populated, but this hotel was five stories and not entirely unimpressive to look at. Dean supposed it must be the proximity to Fargo. Tourists and the like could stay at this nice rural hotel outside the city, enjoy the views while still being within driving distance of everything else. And yet, the impression Dean had of the place was that it must be pricey.

"Uh...guys?" Dean said, looking up at the hotel through the windshield after he'd parked the car, "I don't think I've got the cash for three rooms here. I'm going to have to use a credit card."

"So what?" Ty shrugged.

"So, I've been trying to avoid using credit cards ever since I made the FBI's most wanted list." Dean replied.

"What?" Ty exclaimed, scrambling to sit up straighter in her seat, "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Dean looked sheepish, "Uh...didn't come up?"

"What? The fact that you're on the lam didn't seem relevant to you?" Ty shrieked, punching Dean in the shoulder.

"Those are probably words you shouldn't be yelling." Dean observed.

"There's some FBI agent who's been on our tail because of a couple shape-shifter jobs that went a little sideways. First one took Dean's shape and got him pegged for a few homicides before he was found dead. We thought that was the end of it until we had a run-in with the law and they found out that Dean's not actually dead. Then, this second shape-shifter hunt happened..." Sam explained.

"To make a long story short, we've got to try and stay as far off the radar as possible." Dean interrupted.

Ty took a deep breath, gaze going heavenward, "Alright. So you fucked up royally and got the feds on your tail."

"Hey!" Dean protested.

Ty ignored him and continued to talk to herself, "That's okay. Not the end of the world. I've got a little cash. I'm sure Alex has some. We can hustle in the meantime." Ty lowered her gaze to Dean's face and flashed him a smile, "Besides, I'm sure we don't need three rooms. We're all adults, some of us can share."

"Oh, you are so not sharing with that loser." Dean immediately objected.

"That's not what I was suggesting." Ty answered. She glanced sideways at Sam, "You wouldn't mind, would you, Sam?"

"Not being in the room with you two sounds like a great idea." Sam nodded, making a disgusted face.

"That's my boy." Dean grinned, grabbing the door handle and pushing open the door, "Don't worry. I'll tell you all the juicy details later."

"Gross!" Sam exclaimed, clamping his hands over his ears as if to stop that from happening.

Dean chuckled in reply, climbing out of the car. Alex was already waiting impatiently for them near the front door, leaning against the building with his arms crossed over his chest. The young hunter's darker complexion was colored with annoyance despite his relaxed position.

"About time." he groused as Ty and the Winchesters came to meet him.

"Sorry." Ty said, laying a hand on Alex's arm, "Didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Alex glanced down at the hand on his arm, then up at Ty's face, then past her at Dean. Uncrossing his arms and dropping them to his side so that Ty's hand fell away, he pushed off the building with his foot and moved past her into the building. Ty seemed a little surprised at the brush-off at first, but shrugged it off and followed.

Inside the hotel lobby, the decorations were modest, but nice. Dean felt out of place as he approached the concierge to ask for the rooms. Most of the places he stayed at were flea-bitten motels with interesting looking interior decoration and overweight desk clerks wearing dirty wife-beaters. Dean internally shook off his initial discomfort. Considering the events linked to this hotel recently, they were probably desperate for patrons and wouldn't care what he looked like as long as he could pay the bill.

And, in fact, the concierge did treat Dean civilly, despite the flash of something that crossed his features when he saw him approach in his dusty boots, ripped jeans, and worn leather jacket. In fact, it was really a testament to the guy's professionalism that he didn't even comment when Dean opted to put down the cost of the first night in cash rather than give the guy a card. Within minutes, Dean had two room keys in his hand and was heading back towards the others. Dean noticed that Alex had his back to the concierge and was trying to look inconspicuous behind Sam and Ty. Idiot had probably been through here before and fed the guy some load of bull about him being a detective or something. Dean suppressed an eye roll and a sigh, choosing instead to think about sharing a room with a willing female rather than his brother for a change.

"Here you go, Sam." Dean said, tossing his brother a key and taking Ty's hand, "You two have fun."

Alex's head shot up at that, confusion in his eyes before he realized that Dean and Ty were ditching him and Sam.

"Dean?" Sam questioned as his brother and Ty headed for the stairs to their room.

"Catch up with you in a few hours, Sammy." Dean called over his shoulder.

With that Ty and Dean disappeared into the stairwell. As soon as the door swung closed after them, Ty shoved Dean against a wall and molded her mouth to his in a searing kiss.

"Holy..." Dean exclaimed in between kisses.

Ty chuckled at his exclamation, "Now, Dean. You know that we're both more Hell's Bells than holy anything."

Dean didn't reply, but grabbed Ty's arm and urged her towards the stairs. Dean fully intended to make the most of this short interlude from the job and wasn't about to waste time talking in the stairwell. There was something subtly dissimilar about the heated moments between them although Dean couldn't say what it was. Something just felt different, almost like a growing addiction. Dean almost began to wonder what that meant, but stopped himself, deciding to worry about it later.