Ruined Break

I think we need some trouble. Do you all think we need trouble? I think we do, and since I'm the writer, I get to decide so ha ha for those of you who don't think there should be trouble. Sorry, just a wee little hyper right now. Way too much sugar being ingested at this point in time lol.

Aria opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom, momentarily forgetting where she was. She sat up and took in the simple decor before looking down at the body next to her. Dean slept soundly and looked peaceful. Aria tilted her head and laid back down slowly, resting on her side. She touched Dean's face gently, being careful not to wake him. Her fingers drifted across his cheek and ran over his lips before sliding down across his jaw. He let out a sigh but remained asleep and a slight smile crossed the girl's face. Her blue-green eyes lifted from her fingers to gaze at the soft pink lips of the man beside her. Memories of all the times her own lips had pressed to them filled her mind and she felt heat in her cheeks as she remembered other things, particularly that one drunk night.

She remembered that night very well. Middle of summer, blistering hot, the AC in the hotel non-existent. Even with the window open and being on the third floor didn't help. There was no wind. The day had been bad but the night didn't bring any relief. Dean had gone to the liquor store to stock up alcohol while Aria had gotten ice. The more they drank, the more clothes came off to beat the heat. It wasn't until they were in their underwear, Aria running ice over herself to cool off, bottles of booze littering the floor, did things turn around.

"Ari...your fingers are hot." Dean muttered, snapping Aria out of memory lane. She looked at Dean to see him taking her hand where it rested on his cheek. His hand felt considerably colder than hers for a moment. He chuckled lightly and placed her hand down on his chest before turning his green eyes towards her. "Hey."

"Hi." Aria muttered. She felt a little silly then and chewed on her lower lip. She lifted her hand off Dean's chest and used it to push back her hair before she looked out the window. "Umm...good morning."

"Certainly is." Dean was so quiet that Aria wondered if he meant for her to hear. She just looked at him and kissed his cheek lightly before deciding to get out of the bed. They could hear the others downstairs already, making noise and talking. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better now." Aria replied, looking around the room. She found a hair brush sitting on top of the dresser, probably courtesy of Jo. She picked it up and ran it through the tangles in her hair, walking around slowly to get used to the movements again.

"You seem in much better shape today then last night." Dean pointed out happily, climbing off the bed and stretching. Aria smiled and nodded. She put the brush down and froze, staring at her hand. Moments from her dream flashed before her eyes, memories of the young man with his fingers getting chopped up made Aria flinch and and clench her hand. She glanced at Dean and sighed slightly, thankful that he was busy changing to notice what she had just done. She paused momentarily to watch him, her head tilting as she watched the muscles in his back flex.

A knock on the door made her jump and her cheeks heated slightly as she looked to see Sam popping his head in.

"Hey Sammy." Dean greeted, pulling a t-shirt on and searching for a belt for his jeans.

"Hey, you guys are awake, we weren't sure." Sam explained. He opened the door further but stayed at just outside the room. "Lily and I were going to go out for a bit. Ellen, Jo and Bobby are in a domestic argument and it's just gotten awkward down there. I just figured I'd get you guys along."

"Yeah sure, we'll meet you outside." Aria agreed before Dean could open his mouth.

"Great." Sam announced happily, smiling. Aria laughed slightly and watched her old friend walk away before she looked at Dean.

"You up for it?" Dean asked.

"Oh please, I may have been...dead...for four years but I still remember how bad those arguments can get." Aria pointed out. She looked around the room then put her hands on her hips. "Besides, I can't keep using Jo's clothes."

"Oh...I don't know." Dean muttered, tilting his head. Aria's chest was bigger than Jo's and he was thoroughly enjoying what he was seeing.

"Well you can stay here then, I want to spend some time with Sammy." Aria decided as she headed out of the room. Dean caught up to her quickly, knowing he'd have to or there would probably be some sort of pain, literally. She smiled cheekily at him and he knew she did it on purpose. He didn't begrudge her for it though, remembering how close she and Sam had been and knowing that she'd want to play catch up with his brother.

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"No way!" Aria laughed. "He did not."

"He really did." Sam confirmed, laughing slightly.

"Guys, knock it off." Dean complained. At first Sam had just been telling Aria stories from school but as their walk along a river continued, it morphed to talking about all the crazy things Dean had done since Sam rejoined his brother. The younger of the two couldn't help noticing that Dean and Aria had been holding hands for some time. He didn't even know if they noticed but it was funny to see his older brother comfortable with such a display.

"Only you, Dean Winchester." Aria teased. Dean shook his head, acting annoyed when it really didn't bother him too much. Everyone was happy, they were all acting carefree. It had been a long time since he had felt this and he was in no rush to get back to reality.

Of course reality felt like it needed to crash in on them.

"Oh, look what we have here." The foursome stopped and glanced around to find themselves surrounded on three of four sides, the fourth side being water. "The Winchester boys and their little girlfriends."

"Son of a..." Dean mumbled, reaching for his gun, only to realize that all weapons had been left in the Impala. He would have pulled Aria behind him if it wasn't for the fact that there was no safety on that side either.

"Well what do you know...we seem to have the advantage here." A demon in the skin of a tall, muscular, dark skinned man spoke with a laugh. Aria had a momentary thought on what a demon possessing an albino person would look like with the white skin and black eyes before she snapped out of her musing by reality throwing an invisible hit her way. The same hit attacked her friends and all four of them felt the ground beneath their backs.

"Okay, ow." Lily grumbled. The girls let out yelps as they were all pulled to their feet and held up by the demons around them.

"This is a little sad." The dark demon approached them as they struggled against the ones holding them. "Look at all of you, too easy."

"Easy huh? How about this for easy?" Dean questioned just before throwing his head back to connect with the forehead of a demon behind him. His elbow shot out and hit another one and he scrambled away. He threw punches and landed a few kicks at the other demons that came at him but there proved to be too many as he was once again captured and the main demon threw his fist into Dean's stomach.

"DEAN!" Sam and Aria both called out as they struggled for freedom. Dean was hit several more times as the other three continued to struggle. When the demon's fist connected with Dean's face and they all heard the cracking of his noise, it was the final straw.

"ENOUGH!" Aria screamed out. Every single being froze. All eyes turned to Aria and the demons holding her quickly let go. She stood straight and tall, eyes narrowed on the demon that had been beating her friend.

"What...you..." The demon started but was cut off by Aria's fist hitting his face. Bones crunched beneath her fingers and the demon crumbled to the ground, his face broken and bloody. Aria took a deep breath and did what came naturally to her...exorcising. The demons all around them began convulsing, Sam and Lily were released and Dean fell to the ground as the demons holding him spewed out the black smoke. There was an unusual amount of flashing going on and the smoke, rather then flying off to God knows where, sank down to the ground and burned up the grass as it disappeared. The Latin flowed smoothly from Aria's mouth, much better than Dean ever remembered and he knew she was good at this sort of thing.

Lily was the only one of the humans that noticed Aria's eyes flashing to black and red.

"Whoa..." Sam muttered, gazing at all the bodies around them. "Aria that..." He never got to finish as the girl he was speaking to dropped to the ground, unconscious.

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Dean stood in his room, looking at his reflection. He was covered in bruises and his face had definitely looked better. The same odd scar on Aria's chest adorned his as well which just kept him to the belief that when he had touched her the first time back when they had found her then something had happened. He gazed over his reflection's shoulder to look at the bed where the girl was lying. He had never seen her be knocked out from exorcising demons before, even with that many. But this time had seemed different. Aria seemed more fluent in Latin than she had been before. Not only that but the affects were different than any other exorcism Dean had ever seen or been a part of.

And he had no idea what to think of that.

"Hello Mr Winchester." An accented voice greeted Dean from the other side of the room. The hunter jumped and spun around to see balding man in a black suit standing by the bed. He looked down at Aria before meeting the younger man's gaze.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

"Just a friend." The man replied casually. "One that you owe, big time."

"Oh yeah, what for?" Dean asked.

"Returning your sweetheart to you." The man answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dean just stared at him, not sure if he should believe what he was hearing. "Not many people can do what I did but I did it."

"And you've gone and put me in your debt." Dean pointed out.

"Would you rather not have her?" The man asked, sounding a little surprised. "I can always send her back." He lifted his hand over Aria's unconscious form, an eyebrow raising.

"Stop!" Dean snapped just before Aria was touched. "Don't."

"Alright then, so this is how this will go." The man dropped his hand away and straightened out his suit. "When I need you, I will come back...and you will help me or the girl goes back."

"Back...where?" Dean asked.

"Hell." The man answered. Dean stared at him, eyes widening in disbelief and fear. "Have my card, I'll see you later." When Dean's eyes lowered to his hand to look at the card that had suddenly appeared, the man vanished from the room. The card was plain and simple, white with black writing.

Crowley, King of the Crossroads

"Dean?" Aria's voice was tinged with worry as she sat up quickly and gazed around. She calmed down when Dean came over and sat on the bed with her. "Oh God, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dean assured her. Aria gingerly touched his face, nearly snatching her hand back when he winced but he grabbed it and held it in place. Her eyes softened as she carefully stroked his damaged skin. "I bet I look real good right about now huh?" He laughed slightly at his joke and received a slight shake of the head.

"You always look good." Aria muttered softly. Dean looked at her through his good eye. She bit her lip, suddenly aware of what she had just said and the fact that he had heard her.

"Ari..." Dean muttered with a sigh.

"Don't." Aria cut him off.

"But..." Dean tried to get a word.

"Please don't." Aria whispered softly. She got off the bed and walked out of the room. Dean heard her talking to someone outside and pegged it to be Lily by the sounds of the voice. Another door closed and he let out a sigh of relief. Aria wasn't going far enough away to cause them pain but she was just getting away.

And that's when it hit him.

Arianna Lewis was in love with him.

Not only that, but she had been afraid just now, worried that he was going to reject her. Dean didn't know who was stupider, Aria for thinking that or himself for letting her walk out of the room. Whatever the case, he needed something good for her to come back to because he did know that she would return to the room.

I love when things that I write before I have something figured out, work out so well. I can't quite say what that is just yet but it has to do with what happened in Aria's dream from the previous chapter and something Crowley said there.

I have made another Dean/Aria banner plus one for just Aria, both sort of foretell what will be happening in the future and are the results of me playing with Picasa3 and Picnik on a picture of Lyndsy (the one I envision portraying Aria). I love when things work out so awesomely!