Dean watched as she curled up next to Roman on the couch. He felt hurt inside but he knew he had to take whatever he was getting. At least she was back in his apartment. She refused to look at him though. Her eyes were on the tv but he knew she wasn't watching whatever movie that currently was playing. Like him, she was watching her surroundings, pretending to be occupied by the movie while secretly having her attention on him.

It had been like this all day. Her on the couch next to Roman, Dean in a chair close by. The air had been filled with tension. None of them rarely spoke and all in all it was just so awkward.

"Dean, why don't you order us some food?" Roman asked as the evening was drawing near.
"Sure thing. What do you want?" Dean asked.
"Sadie, what would you like?" Roman asked.
"I don't care," she answered, still not taking her eyes off the tv.
"Pizza?" Roman asked.
"Yeah sure, whatever you want," she answered.

Dean ordered pizza for them all but the awkward tension still didn't leave the apartment.

"Alright, I better get going," Roman finally said late in the evening.

She dug her nails into his hand and turned her eyes on him.

"Please, don't leave," she hissed through her teeth.

He saw the look of fear in her eyes. He looked over at Dean and saw the look of hurt in his eyes. He felt caught in the middle and didn't know what to do. Dean just nodded at him.

"I guess I can stay one night," he said.
"With me," she added.
"What? No, I'm staying on the couch," he said.

Again she dug her nails into his hand.

"It's alright, Roman. I'll take the couch," Dean said, trying to hide the hurt in his voice but he couldn't.

"So... ehm..." Roman said as he scratched his head while looking at the bed.

Clearly he wasn't comfortable with the situation.

"Relax Roman, I don't wanna cuddle with you. I just don't want him next to me," she said as she laid down.

He took off his pants but kept his shirt on along with his boxers before laying down next to her. He rolled on to his side and looked at her.

"Are you ever gonna give him a chance?" He asked.
"I honestly don't know," she answered.
"You should," he said.
"Would you if you were in my shoes?" She asked.
"Knowing Dean the way I know him, yes," he answered.
"But I don't know him like that. I hardly know him at all," she said.
"I know you've done what no other woman has ever been able to. You've opened his heart. That automatically makes me wanna continue to push you into his arms," he said and smiled.

She sighed and looked up in the ceiling. He reached over and took her hand.

"Look, he's far from perfect. I'll be the first to admit that. But he drove around every night searching for you. That's gotta count for something," he said.
"I'm not sure it does," she said.
"I know he hurt you but I refuse to believe it's as bad in here as it is out there," he said.
"No, you're wrong. It's actually worse in here. I trusted him and he broke that trust. Out there I don't trust anyone. I expect everyone to hurt me and I constantly have my guards up. As tirering as it is, I'm not surprised when I get hurt. I expect it to happen every night and I accepted a long time ago that's the price to pay when you're living on the streets. In here I thought I could relax. I lowered my guards and he took me by complete surprise. That hurt more than anything I've ever experienced," she said.

She let go off his hand.

"Sadie, I..." He started.
"Save it," she said before rolling over, turning her back against him. "Goodnight Roman."

Roman was still sleeping when she woke up early next morning. She quietly made it out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. Her jaw dropped as she opened the door to the sight of Dean naked, drying himself with a towel.

"Sorry," she mumbled before closing the door.

She started walking away but she didn't get far before he opened the door again.

"Sadie, wait," he said as he walked up to her.

He held the towel around his waist with one hand while his free hand gently grabbed her arm.

"Can we just talk?" He asked.

She nodded and he led her into the livingroom.

"I have something for you," he said.

He walked over to a cabinet and took something out. He walked back to her and placed her phone and the key to his apartment in her hands.

"This belongs to you," he said.
"I don't want it," she said.
"But it's yours," he said.
"Dean, I meant what I said yesterday. I'm not staying longer than I have to," she said.
"Then just keep it for the time being. I want you to feel at home here," he said.
"Too late for that," she said in a harsh tone.

He wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. The towel dropped to the floor but he didn't notice.

"I don't know how many times I have to say I'm sorry, but I'll keep saying it till you believe me," he said.

She didn't reach her arms around him but she didn't move away either. For a few seconds she just let him hold her like that until she finally broke the silence.

"Dean..." She said.
"Yes?" He asked.
"You're naked," she said.

He let go off her and looked down at himself before starting to laugh.

"Will you look at that? I'm sorry about that too," he laughed while bending down to pick up the towel and cover his front with it.

He looked at her and saw her slightly blush.

"Hmm... I'm not sure I'm sorry about that after all," he said and smirked.

The colour in her cheeks grew more red.

"Nope, not sorry at all as a matter of a fact," he said and chuckled.
"Just go and get dressed and wake up Roman while you're in there," she said and turned around.
"Sure you don't want a last look?" He chuckled before leaving the livingroom.

"God," she mumbled as she titled her head back and looked up in the ceiling. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."