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Athena rushed through the hotel lobby with her hood pulled low, her fingers smashing into call button for the elevator irately. She groaned in frustration noting that the elevator was still on the twelfth floor; her impatience quickly taking over Athena turned and yanked the doorway to the stairs open throwing herself forward and dashing up the stairs.

She couldn't wait any longer, she had to speak to him. Ever since Seth had ambushed her earlier in the evening his words had kept ringing within her ears. Dean and me, we used to score the women we'd fuck. Her converse pounded the stairs as she flew up them, part of her wishing she had joggers on instead of the skinny jeans she'd peeled on. He's not the nice guy he's pretending to be. Dean had had a massive change of heart when it came to her. Athena wasn't stupid, she knew Dean didn't like her and then he suddenly did; the more and more she began to like him the more she desperately tried to push that particular worry to the back of her mind. Had Seth scored Athena and Dean wanted to test her out himself? It wouldn't surprise me if he's just using you to get to me. He wouldn't do that, would he? There was more to them than just Dean trying to get into her pants, they were dating, weren't they? If he was using her to get to Seth he'd be flaunting her around the locker room, wouldn't he? When the reality was that they hadn't even told a suspecting Roman about what was happening between the two of them. He wouldn't hurt her like that, would he?

Athena's heart was hammering in her chest by the time she reached the eighth floor and she was almost bent over in half panting, vowing that she was going to work on her cardio in the future. She took a deep breath and shoved her hands deep in her hoody pockets before making her way down the hallway towards Roman and Dean's room. They weren't expecting her, she'd told them earlier in the day she was going to get an early night because they had a long drive the next day, Dean had tried to convince her to stay in his room but she knew exactly what would happen if she slept in bed with him.

She didn't even know if either of them would be there when she banged on their hotel room. Or worst, if Dean would have company. She couldn't say anything, they hadn't labelled anything, they weren't exclusive, and she hadn't even slept with him. She knew she wouldn't be able to say anything, but she felt nauseous at the thought of it.

Closing her eyes she contemplated bolting and leaving the conversation for tomorrow, saving herself the embarrassment of walking in on Dean entertaining. Mentally slapping herself, Athena banged once again, knowing that she wouldn't sleep if she didn't get Seth's words off her chest, and if Dean did have company, well better her find out now than a month or two down the line.

Before her cowardice could kick in again, Roman opened the door and before he could say anything Athena slipped past him into the living room area.

A half-naked women squealed in embarrassment quickly grabbing an abandoned item of clothing, shielding her breasts with it before turning and rushing into Roman's bedroom.

"As much as I'd love to hang out Attie," Roman smiled his winning smile, his hair framing his tanned face. "I'm a little busy."

Athena pursed her lips, looking around the room sheepishly. "It's not you I'm here to see, Casanova. Is he here?"

Realisation that the rumours must be true flashed across Roman's face and he narrowed his silvery eyes in slightly. "Uh, yeah."

Athena nodded turning but only taking one step forward before turning back to her close friend. "Is he alone?"

Roman tilted his head to the side and he let out a deep sigh, folding his arms across his chest. "How long has this been going on?"

"Not long," Athena shrugged. "I just need to talk to him."

Nodding Roman said, "He's alone."

Athena smiled softly back in a silent thanks before turning and heading towards Dean's bedroom. She took a deep breath promising herself that she'd be brave and ask the questions she knew would plague her if she kept quiet. Athena heard Roman close his bedroom door behind him as Athena knocked softly on Dean's door, she waited several seconds before knocking again. When she had no response again, she knocked one final time before opening the door and slipping inside.

She closed the door as gingerly as she could, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, the only light being the slight glow from the moon that peeked through a crack in the heavy curtains. Athena moved towards the bed and smiled softly as she saw him lying there on his back shirtless, the sheet covering his lower half. One arm was splayed above his head and the other stretched across the bed.

"Dean," she said trying to wake him. She pushed at his shoulder, unconsciously biting her lip as she felt the taught muscle. He sleepily batted her hand away before she shook his shoulder again. "Dean, wake up."

Dean finally sat up slightly, his eyes squinting forward, his hair sticking up in every direction possible. "Red?" He grumbled, his voice confused and full of sleep.

"Hey," she said as he turned and switched the bedside lamp on, turning back to her face her with his face all scrunched up from the sudden burst of light. He brushed his wild hair off his face and sat up so he as leaning against the head board before grabbing a pack of gum from the bedside table and quickly popped one in his mouth. "Sorry to wake you."

"S'okay," he mumbled, chewing on his gum. Dean's eyes opened and closed quickly several times as he tried to fully wake himself up. "What's up? Did you change your mind about staying over?" He grinned widely.

"You wish," she teased. "I just need to talk to you."

Dean's eyes widened before he let out a sigh. "Uh-oh," he turned slightly in his sitting position, tossing his gum in a glass on the night stand before roughly grabbing a cigarette from his pack. "Hit me with it," he said as he lit the smoke.

"I don't think you're supposed to smoke in these rooms," Dean looked at Athena like she was mad for even pointing out such a rule to him. "Never mind," she mumbled, as she tried to regain some of ferociousness she'd felt as she'd charged up to his room to demand answers. "At the arena earlier Seth pulled me into one of the tech rooms-"

"He did what?!" Dean growled, sitting up straighter.

"It's okay," Athena touched Dean's forearm softly. "He was just being his usual obnoxious self, but he said some stuff and I can't get them out of my head."

"What did he say?" He said, through clenched teeth. The thought of that asshole made him angry, let alone him cornering Athena when he wasn't there to protect her. Dean took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Running a hand through her tumbling curls Athena began to speak. "He said that you used to score the women you'd sleep with."

"Yeah?"

Athena's lips parted in horror at Dean's lack of shame. "And you think that's okay?"

Dean sighed and shook his head as if he knew a lecture was coming. He tossed his barely smoked cigarette into the glass of water that sat beside his bed, it fizzled out as he stretched his arms above his head. "It was a guy thing, doll. It didn't mean anything."

"Did Seth rate me?" Athena asked, folding her legs under her as she stared into Dean's icy eyes. "Were you planning on rating me?"

"No, of course not."

"Really?" Athena questioned.

Moving forward Dean placed his hand on her covered calve. "Yeah. Are you really mad over this? You know you're pretty when you're mad," he smirked. As much as Athena didn't want to, a smile broke across her face. "You're even prettier when you smile," Dean cooed as Athena smiled even wider.

Dean wrapped both hands around Athena's calves and pulled her closer to him easily. He leaned forward and began placing delicate kisses across Athena's wrist, his fingers turning her arm softly as his gruff stubble brushed against her skin as he pushed her sleeve higher. His lips trailed up her forearm as her breath caught in her mouth; he moved higher, pulling her jacket off her shoulder, letting it fall to the bed as he sat forward his lips finding her bare shoulder.

Athena licked her suddenly dry lips as her eyes fluttered in delight. She tried to compose herself, knowing she had to speak to Dean about what else Seth had said. "Dean," Athena said not too forcefully, still enjoying his affection. "Mhmm, Dean," Dean continued with his tantalising kisses, his lips now burying in the nook her neck, his big hands rubbing her covered thighs. "Seth said he thinks you're using me to get to him," Dean's kisses suddenly stopped, but his face remained buried within Athena's neck. After several seconds where neither of them moved, Athena pulled away and shuffled back slightly so she could see Dean's unresponsive expression. "Dean?"

Dean pulled back, throwing the covers off his legs before standing up quickly, his sweat pants hanging low showing his perfectly muscular sex lines. He ran a hand through his hair as he paced towards the window before turning quickly, his hand crawling up to rub his shoulder.

Athena's brows furrowed as she watched Dean stare at her irately; she folded her hands in her lap nervously as she waited for him to say something.

"You think I'd do that?" His accent was thick as he questioned her.

"No. I don't know," she twirled a strand of hair nervously. "You just used to hate me, and then you didn't; he made me think."

Dean placed both of his hands on his hips and he stared through her with wide wild eyes. "I did. Me and Seth were brothers, he was my wing man and I was his, and when you came along Seth didn't want to go out to pick up women anymore and I blamed you." Athena pursed her lips. "But now I understand why he didn't want to." Her deep blue eyes widened as she stared back at him. "When you started hanging out in our room I didn't want to like you, but you," Dean pointed at her quickly before his arm fell back to his side. "You got under my skin, nobodies got under my skin before."

Dean strode forward and gripped Athena's shoulders forcing her to her feet; he bent his knees so he was Athena's height. "I'm going to get him back, but I'm going to do that with my fists." He licked his lower lip as his thumbs circled Athena's shoulders. "You ae different, you calm me down. You make me," Dean swallowed. "Happy. You are entirely for me, sweetheart, not that scumbag's benefit, only mine."

Athena was speechless as she nodded softly, her heart hammering in her chest as his words sunk in; Dean's big hand buried itself in her curls before cupping the back of her head pulling her gently towards him. He kissed her softly as she buried her fingers in his dishwaters curls pulling him deeper into her mouth as a deep moan vibrated through his throat. Taking a step backwards, Athena pulled Dean with her until the back of her legs smashed against the bed and they both tumbled onto it; Dean leaned on his elbows, hovering above her as he bit down on her lower lip before making his way across her jawline and down her throat.

Arching her back so that she pressed herself against Dean, Athena mewed as Dean's lips fell to her upper chest. His hands smoothed over the side of her hips, gently pulling the material higher so he could brush the rough pads of his fingers across her soft skin of her stomach.

As Dean hovered just above her bosom Athena slowly sat up, her hair falling back off her face. Dean's gaze shot upwards meeting her wide blue orbs before he pushed himself off her trembling body.

"You want to stop?" Dean groused, his eyes alit with hunger, the bulge in his trousers screaming that he most definitely did not want to stop. "We can stop?"

"No," she said almost shyly. "I don't," she took a deep breath as her fingers curled around the thin material of her shirt before pulling it slowly over her head.

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