*Jessica's POV*
As soon as the door closed, Dean was on his knees next to me, cupping my face to look at my lip. By now it started throbbing and I could feel it getting more and more swollen.
"Honey, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Fear was still visible in his eyes and he was trembling. Although I was not sure if that was out of fear or because he hadn't taken any drugs yet today.
"I'm fine don't worry."
He got up to get ice out of the freezer. He wrapped it into a towel before he sat back down next to me. Slowly and carefully, he placed the eyes against my lip. I flinched a little at the cold touching my skin.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"No, it was just really cold."
He helped me back up from the floor and sat me on a chair. This was what I loved about him so much. He cared for me. He took care of me.
He loved me with all his heart.
After cleaning everything up a little, he came to sit back next to me, pulling the ice away from my lip to look at the damage he had done.
"Dean? What were the unforeseen problems you talked about?" I wasn't sure if I was supposed to ask about it, but I couldn't help it. I was worried. Maybe there was something I could do to help.
"It's nothing really."
"Please, please tell me? Maybe there is anything I can do to help?"
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. He was clearly debating whether he should tell me yes or no, so I decided that patience was my best option now.
"You remember that trip we did 2 weeks ago?" He started.
"Of course I do. We went to Rome to celebrate our 2 year anniversary." I smiled at the memory. It was so lovely! I always wanted to go to Rome and now I finally got to go their! It was perfect in every possible way. I didn't see how it had anything to do with everything.
"We couldn't afford that trip. I-I used the money I owned him." He looked down at his hands, clearly avoiding my eyes.
"Oh." It was all I could get out at first. It took a moment to sink in that he got himself into loads of trouble just for us to go on a holiday.
"But, why would you do that? Why would you get yourself into that kind of trouble?"
"Because I knew how much you wanted to go to Rome. And I never get to take you anywhere nice. I always drag you along to these crappy nightclubs while I do my business and I feel sorry for that! And I wanted to make it up to you and got us the trip to Rome for our anniversary. I thought I would get the money back by the time I had to pay up, but I didn't and now I didn't only get myself in trouble, I got you hurt and I am so, so sorry."
He was close to crying, I reached for his hand over the table. Stroking his hand with my thumb.
"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done to me. And I had the time of my life. But I would have understood that we couldn't go there, that we just couldn't afford it. I never meant for you to get yourself into trouble. I love you. Because of you! Not because of a trip to Rome."
"I know, I just wanted to give you what you deserved." He smiled at me. His smile could warm my heart every time. He must have the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen in my entire life.
Although I could see it was a troubled smile, he was clearly trying to figure out how to get to the money as fast as possible.
I was chewing on the inside of my cheek. Trying to think of a way to get the money too, a way I could help him out. It was the least I could do.
"I might know something I could do to help you out." I said. I was going to have to phrase this carefully otherwise he would freak out.
He looked at me suspicious at my tone of voice.
"Well, you know how your friends and so always say how they think I look nice and," he interrupted me by jumping up from the table.
"Don't even go there, Jess! Don't even think about saying it!"
"It would get us the money quick." I tried to reason with him, he must understand this was probably our best option.
"I'll find another way! I won't let you do that. I won't let those no-good-for-nothing's touch you with even one finger! Heck, I won't even let them think about it!"
He was breathing more heavily, so I got up, cuddling into his chest. He closed his arms around me, burying his face into my hair.
"It's not like I like the idea. Or that I want to do it. It's just. It's just that I don't see how we are going to get the money so quick! We only have 2 days. It' just a matter of putting my mind on zero."
He closed his arms even more around my body and in that gesture, I knew that he had made up his mind.
"It's not going to happen, I'll find another way."