You stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes while your new guest was in the bathroom taking a shower. Your puppy was laying on the floor beside of you, sleeping. She was sad because by the time everyone was finished, there wasn't anything for her to eat. Dean had eaten everything and you meant everything, even the crumbs. He didn't leave anything on the plate. There was at least four platefuls of food you had made and he ate almost all of it-you ate about one plate yourself.

He must have been starving if he ate that much food in one sitting which makes you wonder when the last time it was he ate. You would ask if you knew he had an answer. He didn't seem to remember much from before waking up on your couch and you wonder if that was good or not.

"Hey," a raspy voice says and you glance over to the kitchen doorway to see a sight you didn't know how to feel about. Dean was standing there, blond hair plastered to his forehead, bandages missing, barefoot, and only wearing a simple towel loosely tied around his waist. He twitched a bit and wiggled, not that he cared-you don't even think he noticed. "Um...ya got any clothes I can borrow? The ones I was wearin' ain't no good."

You think for a moment, making sure to look away from him out of respect for privacy, and hum softly. "Hmm...yeah, I think I got something." You walk out of the kitchen and to the stairs, then glance back when you don't hear footsteps. "You can come upstairs if you want. That way, I show you to the guest room."

He nods once and quickly walks towards you, then follows you up the stairs. He's quiet, his bare feet making a soft sound when he steps. He follows you down to your room with is at the end of the hall to the left, and he stops in the doorway while you move to the closet nearby and start to rifle through it.

"I know I got something here," you mutter, digging through the boxes in your closet. You think to yourself that you should really reorganize everything and clean up so you can find stuff, but you never do. Oh well, you think. "Found them!" you exclaim and pull out the large box stuffed with clothes. "Can you believe they were at the back of the closet?" you ask, turning to the doorway.

Dean is sitting on the floor, legs somewhat crossed, rubbing your puppy's belly. He has a big smile on his face, the kind that shows off his dimples, and for some reason, it makes your heart beat faster. He must feel you staring or something because he glances up at you. "That the clothes?"

You nod, glancing away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed for some reason. "Would you...like me to wash them first? They've been in there for a while and smell a bit."

Dean shrugs. "Sure, go ahead."

"I can show you to your room too," you say, stepping closer. He nods and gets up, your puppy rolling over onto her feet, tail wagging wildly as she looks up at him. "She likes you."

"Guess so," he replies and pats her head, then follows you out to the hallway with her right behind him. "That normal for her?"

You glance at him, stopping at the door across the hall from your room. "She normally hates people no matter who they are. Male, Female, Hermaphrodite, Non-Gender. Doesn't matter. Takes her a long time to get used to someone...unless they're children. But...you seem to be the exception. I've never seen her take to someone so quickly. Not since me of course."

"Guess I'm lucky then," he says and scratches behind your puppy's ear.

You nod, agreeing with him, then open the door to the room. "This can be your room. There's a comfortable bed and a dresser for your things," you tell him, seeing him step into the room. "Um...I'll have to get some blankets and pillows out of the closet and uh...if you want, we can paint the walls a different color."

"Naw, it's perfect," Dean says, smiling softly. "Could use some pictures or something on the walls, but other than that, it's perfect."

"I have boxes of posters and artwork you can go through sometime. I'll just have to find them first."

"Okay, cool."

You smile at him, then say. "I'm going to get these washed up. Um, just feel free to do whatever you want until they're done. But don't hurt yourself." He gives you a nod, then you leave him with your Baby Girl and walk downstairs to the laundry room to start the clothes. As you're walking away, you can hear her barking happily.

*Author's Note: I just wanted to let everyone know who reads my stories that I have stopped writing Stab My Back. I couldn't get past the writer's block and I've decided to rewrite it completely. You may or may not find some of the scenes in future stories of mine. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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