Dean's POV

Bobby's words felt like a punch to the gut and it had me thinking. I could see Riley from my spot in the kitchen where she was sitting on the back porch's stairs with Rumsfeld's head in her lap. Her shoulders held a light tension and her fingers came to press on a knot on her neck. She looked less tense than she had been throughout the ride but the muscles of her back betrayed what she couldn't let go of. I knew she would be harder to get through to because she often kept her feelings close to the chest and pushing her would only serve to push those feelings further down. I couldn't get Bobby's words out of my head about simply being a brother and maybe that was the root of the problem. I had let my feelings for Riley resurface too easily when I had rolled back into their lives and they had clouded what I had promised both our fathers and I hadn't been able to protect either of them from the pain which meant that I had failed and that had to change. Standing and grabbing my coat, my thoughts went to Riley and Sam and I quickly bolted out of Bobby's and into the Impala, putting some distance between the temptations in order to return the focus in the right place. It was easy to fall into old habits as I drove into the center of town where I picked the first bar I came across and went inside, not caring the time of day or whether it was full or empty. I had a choice to make and staying between Bobby's four walls with both Riley and Sam serving as a distraction would only weaken my resolve about what needed to be done. There were a few people nursing beers and playing darts but my eyes were on the bar and the blonde behind it.

"I'll have a whisky, double."

"I'm not one to judge but isn't it a bit early to be drinking something that strong?" I watched her pour the alcohol in a glass and push it towards me.

"It's never too early sweetheart." The flirting came easy, like riding a bike. "I'm Dean."

"Jenna." Leaning against the bar she flirted back as I knocked back my drink.

"What time do you finish Jenna?"

"It won't matter if you keep drinking the way you started." She smirked as she poured another double. "If I didn't know any better I would say that you were running away from something." I rose my brows in amusement. "Or maybe it's someone?"

"Does it matter?"

"Depends." She smiled. "I'm about to go on a break. How bad do you want to forget her?"

"How much time do you have?"

"Enough."

"Good." I downed the rest of my glass and followed her. She led the way towards a small apartment on the second floor and as soon as the door was closed behind us, my fingers itched to get her out of her clothes as our lips met. Her fingers expertly pulled my shirt over my head and to the floor before she attacked my belt. It was rushed and her back was pressed quickly into her mattress, my weight pinning her down as I kissed down her neck.

"Dean." Biting down her neck turned her plea into a moan. Ignoring my name slipping from her lips I continued exploring her body while ignoring my brain's continued assault of images of Riley and the feelings I was trying to push down. "You're thinking too much." She breathed heavily, slipping her fingers through my hair and pulling. I kissed her lips again with more force before she flipped us around, grinding her core against me.

"What are you going to do about it?" It was a taunt, a dare really, taking the decision out of my hands and placing it in hers.

"You'll barely be able to remember your name let alone hers." She found my lips in a bruising kiss, my hands coming to run against her thighs as I let her bring out other sensations in me. Her touch was rough and with a purpose, her fingers wrapping around my length and pumping me while she kissed my neck and chest. I groaned when she released me to grab protection from her nightstand, my lower body asking, wanting more. My body filled with fire as soon as she lowered herself onto me with her nails digging into my chest as she squeezed her pelvis, making me groan and immediately start moving under her. Her movements held one single purpose as I met her thrust for thrust, sweat forming against both our skins. It was fast and hard, the space filled with moans and groans as we kissed, skin slapping against skin as we went at it with abandon. I flipped her back onto the mattress for a better angle and pushed deep inside her, my left hand cradling her head to the side so I could nip at her neck while I thrust in and out of her. As she clamped around me, I could feel both our movements become sloppy, erratic as our releases fast approached.

"I'm going to." The words stayed hanging between us and with two powerful thrusts I felt Jenna lose her grip, her body trembled as she climaxed around me which triggered my own release. Pulling out of her and rolling onto my back, my chest was still heaving from the exertion.

"Wow." Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"You still remember your name sweetheart?"

"Do you?" She replied with a smirk as I hummed in response. "I have to go back." She looked at the clock on her nightstand. "Show yourself out?" She sung her legs against the side of the bed and started getting dressed.

"I'll be seeing you."

"I work evening shift." She leaned down and captured my lips in one final bruising kiss before leaving. "Don't be a stranger." She threw over her shoulder as she threw the door wide open.

"I'll be around." I watched her close the door before I got out of bed to clean myself up and get dressed. I looked at the clock and realized that I had been gone longer than I thought and as I left and sat in the Impala, I noticed that my phone had several missed calls. "Shit." There was a couple from dad and Bobby and Sam's name had blown up a few extra more times and only one from Riley. Riley. In an instant, she was back in my thoughts and I instantly knew that I would hear her voice on my voicemail.

The message started with a sigh. "Dean, I, We, we're worried about you. I know that you need some space to clear your head but I hate the way that we left things and maybe, I dunno, we could go for a drink and talk when you get back. Just be careful." The tone of her voice as she said to be careful filled my veins with a sudden sense of anger and guilt over what had happened in the past hours and in that precise moment, doubt seeped into the conviction that I was doing the right thing, for her. Deciding to keep it while her words haunted my mind, I threw the phone on the passenger side and I simply drove back to Bobby's.

Riley's POV

Rumsfeld's was comfortable against my lap while starting to be heavy but my mind kept turning; Bobby's words, Dean's worry and my feelings being all over the place was doing nothing to help. I could always think when I sat here, the smell of rust and motor oil having a calming effect on me but not this time. The turmoil was such that I couldn't put order in my thoughts and when Rumsfeld started growling and barking against my lap it was the perfect opportunity to put those thoughts aside and focus on something else.

"Let's go see who's there boy." Funny thing how animals fell back into familiar patterns; Rumsfeld walked protectively in front as we walked back inside to find that John had just returned. "Hey."

"Is everything okay?" The look of worry in his eyes went as quickly as it came.

"All things considered; Sam on the other hand isn't opening up and that's got me worried."

"You don't have to be." My focus shifted from John to Sam and I could see the immense sadness reflected in his eyes as he was trying to keep a strong front for everyone else.

"It's my job to worry about my best friend."

"There's no time for that now, we've got a job to do and that's to kill the demon that killed mom and Jess so he can't do this to anybody else."

"Talking about a job, where's Dean?" John's words had my eyes instinctively go to Bobby's when I didn't spot him in the foyer.

"I thought he was with you Bobby."

"I was with him earlier but I went to see Sam and when I came back he was gone and so was the Impala." Bobby shrugged. "He must have needed to clear his head." Our eyes met and I knew he was more worried than he let on.

"Maybe we should try calling him, try pinging his phone?" I suggested as my hand fished my own phone from the back pocket of my jeans.

"Wait off on the phone pinging, we'll try calling him first to see if he'll answer one of us." I watched as all three tried calling him, Sam more than John and Bobby and suddenly my level of worry skyrocketed. I slipped into the kitchen and tried his phone only to make it to his voicemail, the deep tone of his voice welcoming me before I left a message with a sigh. "Dean, I." My breath caught in my throat for a half second before continuing. "We, we're worried about you. I know that you need some space to clear your head but I hate the way that we left things and maybe, I dunno, we could go for a drink and talk when you get back? Just be careful." I closed my eyes and steadied myself against the counter before joining the others. "Any luck?"

"Nothing." All three men shrugged but none held the amount of worry at his lack of answer as I did but it was Bobby's soft gaze that stopped me from freaking out more than what I was letting show.

"Don't worry, he'll turn up when he's ready. Maybe you should unpack?"

"Unpacking? Really Bobby?"

"Let's make it a drink then." Bobby didn't even wait to get an answer before he pulled four glasses and a bottle of whisky. "Calm you right up." He poured a generous amount in my glass before pushing it my way so I could down it as quickly as the glass had been filled. Getting a hard look mixed with questions from John and a sympathetic one from Sam I pushed the glass back towards Bobby for some more.

"Now's not a time to be separated. We'll only find this son of a bitch if we're all here and working together." I returned John's look with an angry one of my own. "Do we have anything new?"

"It's been unusually quiet." John was forced to admit.

"What about my dad's things?" The question was barely out when I heard the familiar roar of the Impala's engine as it was driven through the salvage yard until it came to a final stop. The anticipation had me rooted in my spot, hoping that nothing bad had happened to him. He walked through the door only to be welcomed by John's angry tone.

"Where the hell have you been?" The words were delivered harshly but his eyes found mine and the anger that filled me at their revelation had me throwing my own words filled with venom.

"Screwing a bartender." All eyes reverted towards Dean as the air in Bobby's house became stiffening to the point that it was now hard to breathe. Anger was replaced by trembling with hardly contained rage and deeply hidden pain as I walked past the men, bumping Dean's shoulder with force as I went for the stairs and Bobby's upper level. I could feel someone behind me but I neither stopped nor looked who was following until I felt his familiar grip around my upper arm to turn me towards him.

"Riley, wait. I can explain."

"You know what? Don't even bother." I pulled my arm away with force. "I thought there was something between us." I left the words hang so they could hit home. "I figured that you needed some time to process what's happened these last few days so I gave you space but now you have to wait and give me mine." Our eyes met in silence as I took the steps separating us to walk out of my bedroom and back outside to try to reign in the tornado of emotions going through me.