A/N: Hey guys. I'm really sorry that it has taken me so long to get this up. I've been insanely busy, I promise that from now on I'll try to get posts up without months inbetween them
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RooftopsAndInvitations

"She wants me to do what?" I demanded, turning to fix George with a stare.

He sighed,

"Fay wants you to come stay with us for a while. She doesn't want to see you hurting like this."

"Woah, woah, woah." I said, waving my hands as I signaled him to stop talking, "Fay hasn't seen anything. All she knows is what you've told her, you nosey little parker."

George Richter had probably never been told he was a nosy parker. I don't think terms like that get tossed around when one is a Navy SEAL. I'm sure there's much more manly grunting and flexing of muscles. Saying things like 'Black Hawk is airborne, I repeat Black Hawk is airborne' and 'Commence operation take-down at six hundred hours.'

He was defending himself, but I wasn't really listening. I was too busy imagining George running around a jungle, speaking in code.

I snorted and earned myself a strange look from him,

"I'm being serious here Kaiden. Every time you see Dean you look like you're going to pass out. And he just looks like he's about to be sick."

I shrugged,

"It sounds like a healthy relationship to me. Now, shouldn't you be heading home to your wife and child?"

He fixed me with a hard stare for many moments,

"She's worried about you Kaiden. Fay I mean. And I am too; I've gotten to know you pretty well in the week since Sam woke up. Neither of us wants to see you hurt. I'm going to be around my motel room until six tonight, if you end up changing your mind."

I waved him off,

"Thanks George. I'll see you later."

I turned and walked towards my own motel room, Dean and Sam were staying next door and as I sat down on the bed I could hear the familiar drone of the television in their room.

I stared at myself in the mirror across from the bed,you're the one who screwed everything up. So you can't point the blame at anyone else. You knew that Dean hates when people hide things from him,I thought to myself. These were all things I knew.

Sam had been making noise in the past couple of days, he wanted to know what had happened between Dean and myself, but neither of us had the energy to explain what had happened. Poor Sam, still weak from his stay in the hospital, he always seemed to have a slightly queasy expression on his face

I hadn't realized how thin the walls really where until I could hear Sam and Dean arguing right through the drywall,

"What did you do?" Sam demanded

Dean didn't reply but I assumed that he had an expression on his face saying 'what do you mean?'

"What did you do to make Kaiden break up with you?"

"Sammy, it's really none of your business. And I didn't do anything." He sounded exhausted and for a moment I felt bad for him, only the briefest moment though.

"Did you have sex with some girl?" Sam asked, his voice rising, "She wasn't giving you any so you had to go screw some bar slut?!"

I had never heard Sam so angry in all the years I knew him, it was weird to hear him talking like that. He was so certain that it had been Dean's fault that our relationship fell apart.

His words sunk in and it hit me, Sam knew all about Dean and me not having sex. Well if that wasn't uncomfortable for me, then I had no clue what was. Although, it wouldn't be all the hard for him to figure out, he had been sleeping in the same room as us after all. He would have had to be deaf, blind and dumb not to know if we had been, having sex that is.
"You don't know what the hell you are talking about Sam!" I heard Dean yell and I knew I had to do something before it erupted into a full-fledged fist fight.

I ran out of my motel room without even bothering to put on a pair of shoes. I began banging on their door with my fists, loudly,
"I know you guys are in there." I said, "I can hear you fighting!"

The door swung open and Dean stood in front of me, looking agitated and exhausted. I took a step backwards and my foot came down on a piece of jagged glass, which embedded itself into the sole of my foot,

"Ow!" I yelled,

Dean quickly rushed to my side and helped me hobble into the room, I shrugged him off once I was inside. I was too aware of how close he was to me. I was finally getting used to being away from him and I didn't want to screw things up by ending up making out with him or something,

"I'm fine." I said as I sat down on one of the beds and turned to face Sam, "Do you guys have a band-aid that I could borrow?"

My foot had begun to bleed steadily and Sam returned from the bathroom carrying a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, some cotton pads, and an assortment of band-aids.

He patched me up quickly, removing the glass and cleaning out the cut. I couldn't help but notice Dean hovering around by the door of the room, looking about ready to run as fast as he could away from the motel,

"Somewhere you need to be, Dean?" I asked, referring to his apparent need to leave.

He looked uncomfortable,

"No. I'm-uh-I'm fine. How's the foot feeling?"

"It's fine. Sam's mighty good at patching things up."

"Yea. Well I think I am going to go out – to get some, uh, some coffee. I'll see you later."

Dean quickly exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him,

"Wow." I said, "He really hates being around me."

Sam sighed, "What the hell happened between you two?"

"Nothing." I said quickly, too quickly.

I knew Sam had the right to know what had happened between me and his big brother. But even though I knew he had the right to know, I was still hesitant about telling him the truth. I knew he would probably blame himself, because that's what Sam did.

"He cheated on you, didn't he?" His eyebrows were knitted together and he had a dark expression on his face.
I shook my head,
"No Sam, he didn't – I. It was my fault."

"What happened?"

"He found out. About us knowing he was going to be attacked. When he found out he dumped me."

I tried to pretend that it didn't bother me by giving a nonchalant shrug. But I couldn't help a few tears from seeping out from my eyes. I had been trying my very best to act like the whole break-up thing wasn't bothering me at all, but the honest to God truth was that it was pretty much tearing me apart inside. It sounded like something N'sync would write a song about. I resented the fact that my life had turned into a cheesy boy band song.

"I'm okay" I said, but it ended up coming out suspiciously sounding like a sob. I was losing my grip on my emotions, and that made me want to cry even more.

Sam went to pull me into a hug, but instead I hopped off the bed as quickly as I could,

"Uh, thanks for what you're trying to do. But I don't do the whole feelings thing. So, I'm going to go do something, somewhere else."

I walked/hobbled towards the door when Dean stepped into the room, carrying two coffees and a brown bag

"Oh," he said, "I didn't think you'd still be here. I would have gotten you some coffee if-"

"It's fine." I said quickly, cutting him off as I headed out the door, "Thanks for fixing up my foot, Sam."

I smiled at Sam and saw the angry expression on his face had darkened further and he was looking like he was about to murder Dean.

I closed the door behind me and I could hear Sam's voice rising in anger,

"You know Dean, I let you get away with a lot of bullshit, but this is too much. She was trying to keep you safe!"

Dean was pissed, I knew he hated it when people questioned his actions,

"She lied to me!" he yelled, "She had no right to keep that kind of information from me!"

I was standing outside the room, leaning against the wall when I heard a body being slammed into the wall behind me,

"Got damn it Dean!" Sam roared in a voice I had never heard him use before, "You son of a bitch, you know she was doing it because she wanted to keep you safe. You can't blame her for that when you would do exactly the same thing."

The tears were pouring down my face as George walked out of his motel room, carrying an ice bucket,

"Hey," he said as he came towards me, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head,

"Yes. Well, no. But I will be." I smiled and wiped away my tears, "God, I bet Fay didn't tell you how much of a head case I am."

He smiled gently down at me.

"Would it be totally awkward if I asked for a hug right now?" I asked as he and I started walking away from where Dean and Sam continued their argument. I wasn't sure if I was being weird by asking for a hug from him, but I was having some kind of emotional break at the time, so a hug would've been good.

George laughed and pulled me into him,

"Everything will work out."

"Can you promise that?" I asked as he released me from the hug. I was feeling majorly out of it, so having someone being completely sure of them selves was nice.

"Do you want to know what I really think you should do?"

I rolled my eyes,

"No George, I want you to make something up for me. Of course I want you to tell me the truth, God."

He chuckled but then got serious,

"You should tell him how you really feel. You've been all over the place this week, and I think that if you really told him off or if you told him that you still love him, whatever the truth is, that it'll make you feel better."

Woah, those were not words I was expecting from the man who knew how to kill with his bare hands. I wondered briefly if they also taught them how to talk to emotional lunatics during their training to be SEALs.

I paused for a moment,

"Hey, who said I ever loved him?"

"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes. I knew how exhausting it was to put up with me.

I nodded my head, he was right, I was bugging him but he was bang on. And I disliked that because I couldn't figure it out myself.

I saw Sam storm out of the room he was sharing with Dean, and I saw my opportunity,

"Thanks for the advice George." I called over my shoulder as I walked determinedly towards the motel room that Dean was inside, "I think I'll take it."

The door was unlocked so I swung it open without even bothering to knock. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed I had been sitting on earlier, with his head in his hands.

I surprised him when I came in and he jumped up off the bed,

"Kaiden I-"

"No Dean." I said, "It's my turn to talk. Okay?"

I didn't' wait for him to answer me, I just barreled on,

"Yea, so I kept things from you, big deal? I recall you and Sam not telling me that Sam had a vision about my father dying. Isn't that exactly the same thing? So I am so damn sick of your hypocrisy. If you didn't want to date me anymore, that's fine. But don't use me trying to protect you as your reason. Because we both know that's bull shit."

We stood their in silence for many moments, it had felt nice for me to get out what I was really thinking, but as I stood their breathing hard from my minor freak out, I was wishing I could take it all back.

He stood in front of me looking very tired for a long time, but finally he spoke,
"Is that what you really think?" he asked, "That I just, didn't want to date you anymore."

Okay, this was getting way to close to the realm of emotional vulnerability. I had almost been okay with going there with Dean before the whole painful break up, but now there was no way I was going to let him poke and prod my feelings.

I shrugged,

"I just figured that-"

Dean cut me off as he closed the gap between us, slid his hands around my hips and covered my mouth with his lips.

He kissed me hard, leaving no doubt in my mind as to what he wanted.

For a long time after Jason I didn't think I would be able to ever be with someone that way again. Not just emotionally, but physically as well. Right then I was comfortable with everything that was happening and going to happen.

He pulled back from me for a moment, breathing as hard as I was,

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking into my eyes

I nodded my head and kissed him again, and for the first time in a long time, I felt no fear.