A couple months had passed since Dean's one-night stand with Roderick, and quite a bit had happened since then. Lucifer had been let out of the cage, thanks to Sam's trust in Ruby, and now the two of them had gone their separate ways. It was safe to say that he was in an even worse place now than he had been in before. So it was no surprise that he was now sitting at a bar, downing whiskey.

"Still drowning your sorrows in cheap liquor?" a familiar voice spoke from behind him.

Dean spun around on his stool to see Roderick standing behind him. "What are you doing here?" the words fell from Dean's mouth before he had a chance to think about them.

Roderick raised an eyebrow. "This bar is open to the public, is it not?"

Dean's cheeks took on a faintly pink tinge. "Yeah, I just… didn't expect to see you here." Or anywhere ever again, really. After all, what were the odds?

"You've seen me here before," he pointed out, and it was true that this was the same bar where they had first met.

"Yeah, but you were staying in a hotel – you don't live in the area."

"Well, I'm back. And it is true that this isn't the kind of place that I would normally choose to frequent. The last time I was only here for business."

"And this time?"

Roderick smirked slightly. "I was hoping to see you."

"Oh." Dean didn't know what to say. With the way that Roderick had left last time, he had figured that he never wanted to see him again. He had rarely been so happy to be wrong.

"May I join you?"

"Yeah," Dean answered immediately.

"Good." Roderick took the stool next to him and ordered two of the same drink from last time, once again scooting one over to Dean.

"You should let me buy you a drink sometime."

"I don't think I would like what you would buy. I have very high tastes."

"I've noticed," Dean said as he raised his glass to his lips and took a drink. "So what business were you doing here before? I thought your boss didn't even want you to be here."

"She didn't. The work wasn't for her, it was against her. I was seeing a rival, hoping he could take her down."

"And did it work?"

"No. She got what she wanted and now we're all screwed."

"I know the feeling."

"So it appears. Things not work out with your brother?"

Dean sighed. "No. We're… not really talking now."

"And how's that supposed to fix anything?"

"Look, I can't really explain, but he did some stuff, and I just can't look at him the same way anymore."

"And instead of helping him, you're alienating him? Makes sense."

"You don't understand."

"Maybe not, but when I met you, you seemed to care about your brother a lot more than that."

"I do care about him, but this is the right thing, and you're not changing my mind on it."

"Fine. However, I do believe that statistics show that most recoveries happen with the aid of supportive family members. Just something to think about. But I digress, it is your family, your decision, so let's move along. You didn't think you'd see me again, did you?"

"How could I expect to when you just left with no way to get in contact again?"

Roderick regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, a touch of amusement in his expression. "Did I hurt your feelings?"

Dean glared at him. "You're an asshole, you know that?" He finished his drink before getting to his feet. "And I'm not going to sit here while you insult me." He wasn't going to let him think he had some kind of hold on him that he could lord over him. Yes, he had wanted to see him again, but he could still walk away.

Roderick chuckled. "Would you rather be laying in my bed?" He stood up as he placed some money down on the bar. "Same room as last time, if you're interested." He took a step closer to Dean and squeezed his ass as he leaned in to whisper. "And I sincerely hope you are. After all, you are the reason I'm here."

He didn't wait for Dean's reaction before he walked out of the bar, leaving Dean staring after him for a moment. Dammit, how could he say no to that? He sighed and then walked out the door and to the penthouse of the hotel he had been in only once before, finding the door to the room open.

"You can shut that behind you," Roderick said from the couch as Dean walked inside.

Of course Roderick would know he would come. Dean doubted that a guy like him even knew what rejection was like. He closed the door behind him and hung up his jacket before walking over to the couch and sitting down beside Roderick.

"Drink?" Roderick offered, holding up a bottle of scotch.

"Sure."

He poured Dean a glass and passed it to him before taking a drink of his own. They drank in silence for a moment before Dean decided to ask the question he was puzzling over. "Can I ask you something without you being the cocky son of a bitch you always are?"

"You can try," Roderick answered with a chuckle.

"Why did you come back?"

"I wanted to see you again."

"And it was too much trouble for you to ask for my number before you left?"

"It's not what I do. Of course, I've never wanted more than one night with a person before, so it's never been necessary."

Dean blinked in surprise. "What makes me different?"

Roderick shrugged. "Excellent question. But whatever the reason, I haven't been able to get you out of my head, and so, here I am."

Dean smiled, scooting a bit closer to the other man. "So, what exactly have you been thinking about me?"

Roderick finished his drink and set the empty glass down on the table before turning slightly to face Dean more fully. "That I can't wait to have you beneath me again," he spoke in a low voice. "I love the sound of you begging, your moans…. I want to make every inch of you mine."

Dean swallowed, setting his drink down so that it wouldn't show that his hand was shaking slightly. "So, what are you waiting for?"

He grinned. "For you to be a bit more perceptive and use that brain of yours."

Dean blinked in confusion, trying to figure out what he meant by that. "Perceptive about what?"

"What did I just say, Dean?"

He ran over the last few things Roderick had said in his mind. Oh. Fucking bastard.

He crawled closer to the other man, stopping when he was just shy of sitting in his lap. "Please, Roderick," he spoke softly, holding eye contact. "I want you." He couldn't believe that this guy was getting him to beg for him again, but he couldn't deny how much he really did want him.

Roderick appeared unfazed as he simply arched an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

"Yes. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind either. I want to feel you take me again. I want you to make me yours."

At that, Roderick's eyes darkened and he grabbed Dean by his shirt, pulling him roughly into a kiss. Dean moaned against his lips, his hands immediately pulling at the other man's clothes, wanting them off.

Roderick captured Dean's bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back slightly. "Dean, you should know, when I say I want to make you mine, I don't mean that lightly. I can be very possessive. And I am not a good person."

"Yeah, well, neither am I. I don't care. And you can be as possessive as you want." He didn't know what it was about Roderick that made him want him so much, but he did know that he had never been unable to get a one-night stand out of his head before. And sure, Roderick could be a dick, but so could he. How bad of a guy could he really be?

Roderick cupped the side of Dean's face in his hand. "You might end up regretting that."

Dean shrugged. "It's my decision. You'd just better leave me with your number this time."

He grinned. "Deal."

Dean didn't get to see Roderick as often as he would like. After all, Roderick was always busy for whatever cooperation it was he worked for – he never gave Dean the details, only said that he was very high up in it – and Dean was busy hunting and trying to find a way to kill Lucifer. They stayed in contact, though, and Dean was debating on whether or not he should tell his brother, who he was once again hunting with, that he had a boyfriend – not that they had ever used that term.

'I miss you,' Dean texted to him one day as he laid on Bobby's couch.

It was only a minute before he got a response. 'I'm not surprised.'

He grinned. He was starting the like the smart-ass comments he made. Well, the more time he spent with him, the more he liked him altogether. Which could be a problem. It wasn't generally good for hunters to have attachments, particularly of this kind. He knew that, and yet here he had gone, being an idiot, and gotten himself into a relationship. And now reality was setting in, and what was he supposed to do? Call it off? The very idea made it feel as though a weight dropped in his stomach. There was no way he could bring himself to. Tell him the truth, then? Let him make his own decision? It wasn't something that he was exactly in favor of, but he really liked Roderick, and if anyone deserved to know, he did.

It was a couple of days later when he made this decision and shot him a text. 'When can we meet up? There's something we need to talk about.'

Dean wasn't sure if Roderick's reply really did take longer than normal, or if it just seemed that way because he was nervous. 'Make that two things. Are you free tomorrow?"

Two things? Great. 'I should be.' If everything worked out.

'Good. See you then.'

Dean stared at his phone for a few minutes. How was he going to tell him? And how would he react? Would he even believe him? And what did he want to talk to him about?

He was pulled from his thoughts as his phone started to go off, notifying him that Cas was calling.

"Cas?" he answered.

"Got him. The demon Crowley is making a deal; even as we speak, it's going down."

Good. Then hopefully, they would be able to take care of everything with Crowley tonight, get the Colt back, then he would be able to see Roderick tomorrow. His stomach tightened slightly. What could go wrong?