Author's Chapter Notes:

Another one. These probably won't all be in time order but for now they are.

A little relationship-y one.

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Dean turned his head as he felt Lisa shift beside him, obviously awake. "Can't sleep either?," she asked rolling onto her side to face him.

"Not used to sharing a bed I guess," he replied pushing himself upright against the headboard as he did. "Well not for more than a few hours at least and never for sleep." He tried for light, almost making it.

Lisa laughed softly. "Me neither and yeah, I don't remember getting too much sleep the last time I had you in my bed."

Dean chuckled at that, shifted as if to get up but she raised a hand to his arm stilling his movements. "Why me?"

Confusion lit his face for a moment and then understanding worked it from his features. He slid back in, turning to face her but not looking at her, his head dipped down onto his chest. "I came back a few times." He paused for so long that she was tempted to break the silence with a question but she knew he wasn't finished so she let patience win. Finally he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. "After that weekend, I came back to see you."

"You did?" She slid closer, wished he would look at her.

"Yeah," he laughed, embarrassment colouring it a little. "You're kinda a hard girl to forget."

"I am?" She tried for coy, missing it by a mile.

He turned then, green eyes bright even in the darkness of the room. "Not many people I've spent a whole weekend with. Not many I've thought about since either." He raised his hand and made as if to touch her face but the movement stalled before he made contact and the hand dropped back down to his side. "Still, didn't matter, by the time I got there you were gone."

She snorted a laugh.

"What's so funny?," he asked a little put out looking at her laughing at him coming back to seek her out.

"I got restless. Packed my bag up the week after you left, thought I'd hit the road for a while, see what it was like." It was her turn to look away. "What I could find."

Something in the way she said it got to him. "Were you looking for something in particular?," he queried.

Lisa sighed, brought her gaze back to him, a smile on her lips. "You know how I told you that I had a type? Well you set the mold. You were the first. Of many." She huffed softly, moved a little closer. "Every time I saw one of those damn leather jackets." She breathed the words out shaking her head as she did.

"Wait. So you were looking for me?" He sounded surprised. "Why?"

A soft laugh coloured her words. "You're kinda hard to forget too. It was fun looking, until I had too much fun one night and had to stop." There was that confused look again. "Ben," she filled the blank for him.

"Oh." He was thinking of something, that distant look sliding quickly across his face.

"What is going on in that head of yours Mr Winchester?"

He moved closer, his breath warm on the skin of her cheek. "What would you have done if you had found me?" She liked the suggestion that the words held but she wasn't ready to bite yet. Not until he'd been here longer. Certainly not until he at least unpacked his damn bag and put his car in the drive.

"I have no idea." She went to roll away from him then but it was his hand that found her this time, finally finding her face, pushing some loose hairs from it. Soft eyes smiled gently at her.

"Guess we'll get to find out now then," he whispered against her flesh and that's when she felt it. That spark from before. The one that had sent her out after him. The one she'd tried to kill with those other guys. The one she'd look to find with someone else and had failed. The reason he was in her home now.

Her own eyes returned the smile and she found his mouth, pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Guess we just might."

Chapter End Notes:

Have you ever had that spark? I have. Married him.