"Ow Damnit that hurts you know" Dean growled out. I continued to stitch him up ignoring his comments and more importantly his complaints. For the past hour all I'd heard was "You could be gentler", "Man your worse than Sammy was as a kid", and my personal favorite "For the love of ugh I'm gonna just oh YOU SUCK". I finished stitching him up and put the bandage over him taping it down when he started twitching around.

"Could you quit fidgeting for like one second?" I asked exasperated. He smirked and shook his body over dramatically.

"Sorry nope" he replied in a sing song voice. I slapped his shoulder purposefully.

"Ugh" he hissed out before grabbing my arm and pushing me back, however I was only balanced on the edge of the bed and when he pushed me I went backwards onto the mattress him falling on top of me.

"Well that worked wel…" my sentence hitched in my throat when I looked up to see Dean's face only inches from mine. He was staring at my face for a few seconds before leaning in slowly as if to see if this was what I wanted. I answered him by leaning in the rest of the way. His lips were soft and warm just like I remembered. They had a slight whiskey after taste from his "pain-killer" but it was a total Dean taste. They were hesitant at first but hesitant quickly went out the window and was replaced with urgent and needing. His hands were at my waist and holding me to him while my hands went around his neck and embedded themselves into his hair. A thought going through my mind, along with some others I wont mention, was that not even a few hours ago I was having this whole we need to be mature speech and how I wasn't gonna go down that path again, yet here I am making out with him. Shows how much self-control I have. My thought train ended there because Dean had stopped kissing my lips and had moved to my neck. They were hot, wet kisses he trailed down my throat and onto to my collar bone. He started to nibble there and I moaned involuntarily. I could feel him smile and I wanted to smack him but my body didn't agree. Instead my hands moved down from his hair and onto his chest which was much more defined than the last time I saw him. My hands then moved to his back and I left small, white finger nail trails down it. He shuddered as I did this and groaned. I smiled to myself before bringing his face back up to mine and kissing him. His tongue begged for entrance which I readily allowed. His hands were reaching for my shirt when his phone rang. He broke away breathing heavily and rested his forehead against mine, regaining semi-normal control over himself he answered the phone.

"Dean" he paused listening "Yeah okay I'll be there in a minute." He hung up the phone before looking back down at me. He gave me a quick kiss before standing up and grabbing his shirt. His put it on wincing slightly as he stretched the stitches in his shoulder. He then did the same with his jacket before searching around for his keys. I was still sitting on the bed knowing that once he grabbed his keys and sped off I probably wouldn't see him for a long while. He stunned me by coming back over and standing in front of me before tilting my face up.

"I'll be back later okay?" I was too shocked to answer so I only nodded. He smirked and leaned down to kiss me again but this time it was slow and soft. I surprised us both by reaching my hands up and taking a hold of his jacket and pulling him to me. He deepened the kiss and reached his hands up to hold my face. He pulled back to soon for my liking and I sighed.

"I gotta go but I'll be back as soon as I can" he noticed my doubtful look "I promise." He was headed towards the door when I turned to him.

"Be careful would you?"

"Yeah sure" he smirked once more before walking out and down the stairs. I waited until I heard the front door slam to fall back against the bed. I sighed loudly and smacked myself on the forehead. How could I do that with Dean? Unreliable, unprediactable, hot-headed, stubborn, gorgeous, funny, brave. I stopped there, I was so screwed and I knew it. I waited up for five before going to bed, I knew he'd been lying but I wanted what he'd said to be true. I changed into a pair of short, silky, black bottoms and a matching tank top. I climbed into bed and turned out the light, I drifted into sleep dreaming, unfortunately, of a sexy, green-eyed, man.

***************************************DS*****************************

His hands were sliding down my sides and he kissed me hungrily. I moaned out and reached for his shirt pulling it over his head, revealing his muscular chest. I kissed him while I ran my hands down his chest causing him to moan. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed before climbing on top of me. I was reaching down towards his belt buckle….

The front door opening was what woke me from my very, very good dream. I jolted up in bed looking towards my closed bedroom door while Demon sat up from the end of my bed. I heard foot steps as they made their way up the staircase and towards my room. I reached into my night stand for the knife I kept there. I just got it out when my door opened and I screamed. Somebody was standing in the entrance of my door but I couldn't see who because his face was still in the shadows of the hall. I threw the knife and missed the intruder by an inch; it hit the door frame right next to his head. Demon jumped up and stood in front of the bed blocking the person's way to me growling.

"Jesus" I heard someone say and I immediately relaxed recognizing Dean's voice I called out to Demon and he relaxed lying down on the floor but keeping his eyes on Dean. He stepped all the way into the room slowly with his hands up as I flipped on the lamp. I laughed at his scared face and climbed from bed. I went to the doorway and pulled my knife out, turning back to my night stand I placed it back in next to a canister of holy water. I turned back to Dean wondering why he was still just standing there staring at me. I looked down where his gaze had gone and realized I was in a skimpy outfit that covered a lot less than what I usually wore. He continued to look me up and down for a moment before looking back towards my face and smirking.

"Trying to kill me, are you?" I glared at him.

"Maybe I was" I replied my voice hot. His smirk vanished and was replaced with confusion.

"What'd I do?" he asked genuinely curious. My God was he stupid.

"Oh I don't know say you'll be back soon and then don't come back for hmm" I turned to look at my clock which read 11:05 pm "six hours" He looked surprised and then looked from his watch to mine a few times.

"Was it really six hours?" he asked mostly to himself "I'm sorry I just forgot"

"You just forgot?" I asked incredulously "Nice to know I so easily slip your mind" With that I left him standing in the room and climbed back into bed turning off the light. I heard him groan and then the floor creak as he made his way over to me.

"C'mon Bails" I flinched slightly at his use of my old nickname "Talk to me"

"NO" I growled stubbornly. He huffed out and then started pacing.

'What the hell is wrong with you woman?" I spun around to face him.

"What's wrong with me Dean, if you really have to ask that then your pretty damn stupid?"

"Yeah well you're stupid" he countered lamely.

"Oh screw you" He chuckled

"Could you maybe leave you sexual fantasies out of this?"

"Ughhhh" I threw my hands up in frustration. He stopped laughing and looked down at me.

"You know how I am. Why are you acting like this?"

"Yeah I do know how you are that's why I'm acting like this" I responded quietly.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I sat up in bed and took a deep breath. "Did you ever think to yourself the possibilities of what I might be feeling as you literally repeated what you did four years ago?"

"What do you mean?"

"I told you I loved you and you left when I was 17 now you come back and I kiss you showing you I still have feelings and you leave for six hours."

His face showed that it had finally dawned on him what he'd done. "I'm sorry I didn't think about it"

"Of course you didn't, you never think about anybody's feelings other than yourself or your Dad's"

"Listen I'm sorry about before and how I hurt you back then" I cut him off.

"Hurt me Dean really that's all you think you did?" He looked confused "You killed me, Dean I was in love with you" he froze at those words "I told you that and you left. Everyone told me not to get involved with you because you were a heart breaker but I didn't care I thought if it was me you'd be different. I thought because we'd grown up together and that we'd been there for each other that you'd of been different." I paused laughing to myself "Turns out I was dead wrong there huh?" I looked up to him and his face was now nervous.

"Do you still um" he rubbed his neck "love me?"

I sighed quietly, I knew I did but I wouldn't, I couldn't tell him. Yet I couldn't tell him I didn't so I took the easy way and shrugged.

"It doesn't matter anyways, I learned from my mistakes and I won't get hurt again by you or anybody else, not the way you hurt me." I could feel tears prick my eyes and I blinked them back, they fell anyways. I closed my eyes trying to rein them in when I felt his hand brush some away. My breathing hitched and I opened my eyes slowly. He was standing there looking down at me, his hand returning to my face and cupping it gently; he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips before pulling back. He smiled sadly before speaking.

"You know I'm not a stay and be there kind of guy" I nodded knowing that all along. He started to pull further back when I reached my hand out and stopped him. He looked down at me waiting.

I drew in a shaky breath before continuing knowing full well what I was about to do was stupid and would hurt in the long run "For tonight I don't care"

He studied me for a moment before slowly leaning towards me again kissing me with a little more force before pulling back again staring at my face "For tonight I don't care" I repeated softly and he nodded before kissing me again. We continued like that into the night and I fell asleep in his arms clinging to the last moments of contentment I'd have for a long time.

************************************DS*********************************

Dean's POV

I woke up a few hours later to my phone ringing. I opened my eyes and saw the clock read 4:15 am. I pulled my arm out of Bailey's grasp and reached for the phone trying not to wake her.

"Dean" I answered sleepily.

"Hey it's me I found another case so we gotta go" Dad's gruff voice answered on the other end. This was one of those times I was conflicted about a situation. I was glad I had an excuse to leave before she woke up and that I could get out unnoticed but sad about leaving the girl I was in love with. I'd never admit it but I was in love with her, madly and deeply. The only reason I answered Dad with a "Yes sir" was that I knew I was saving Bailey from more hurt. I'd never be the guy she deserved or needed. I'd end up hurting her later on or getting her hurt with Dad's sometime reckless ways which I wasn't risking. I carefully got up from the bed and grabbed my scattered clothes. I quickly dressed and left her a note which was unnecessary because she knew I'd leave on a hunt soon enough. I kissed her cheek softly and placed something beside the note before going to the door. I turned back to look at her one last time and my heart broke a little. She was so beautiful and she was kind, but she was also brave and tough. She was amazing and deserved someone to be amazing back. Not someone scarred and broken. Not someone who came with so much extra baggage and I'd give it to her even if it meant killing me inside. With that I turned and left.

Two Hours Later

Bailey's POV

My alarm dragged me from my very peaceful sleep. I slammed my hand against it, shutting the damn thing off. It was then I noticed the lack of warmth in the space beside me. I sighed heavily and sat up looking around the room spotting something white on the dresser I climbed off the bed and picked it up. It was a note from Dean.

Bailey,

Dad called and had a hunt so I had to go. I'm sorry for you know everything. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm yah know sorry.

Dean

Next to the note was one of Dean's leather wristbands. I slipped it on and went to sit on my bed. I sat there for a few minutes before I broke out in sobs. I stayed like that for a good hour before I got up and went into the bathroom. I splashed my face with water and stood up. I wasn't going to cry I had to live my life so I went into my living room and popped in a movie forgetting about Dean. For now.