She didn't get two steps out the door before she saw Dean sitting on a bench outside. He barely glanced up as she approached him.
"I didn't want you to walk back to the room by yourself."
The statement was meant to imply that he wasn't waiting for her just to be waiting for her and she shrugged it off. "You look cold." His body was tense and his hands were shoved into his jacket pockets.
"Nah." When he spoke he could see his breath in front of him as it hit the cool air.
"Liar." Kayla sat next to him on the bench and also tucked her hands into her pockets.
Neither of them spoke for awhile. Dean was running through all the things he should say to her, all the things he wanted to say but didn't know if he could. What direction did he really want this to go? She wasn't going to stick around for long with the way things were headed now. But you want her to, because you love her, so stop being so stupid.
Dean sighed quietly; he knew what he wanted and he would protect her from the consequences of it. It was selfish in a way. In a quiet surrender he laid his hand palm-up on his knee. Kayla slid her hand into his.
"Your hands are cold." She pulled her other hand out and wrapped it around the other side to keep his hand warm. He almost laughed; it was so Kayla, that's why he had to do this.
"We've been dealing with a lot these last few months, everything just sort of stopped for awhile."
"I know. You don't have to explain yourself."
He finally looked at her. "I just don't think I want to do all this without you."
"You don't have to."
He leaned forward and stood up. "You're gonna freeze to death out here."
Kayla stood and wrapped her arms around him tightly, hopefully for good this time. He returned the embrace and kissed her.
"I missed you."
Dean smiled. "I missed you too. I'm sorry."
"You make it easy to forgive."
So here they were again and it seemed like the right place to be. He was going to try a little harder this time.