A few hours past and everybody began to sober up. The red flashing numbers were torturing Layla. The clock read three-thirty. She tried her hardest to fall asleep even if it was just for a few minutes, but it was no use. There was no way she was going to fall asleep alone in her big bed.
Layla quickly made her way out of bed and upstairs to the third story of the town house. She wasn't sure which room Dean had chosen out of the two. She slowly opened the door to the left and realized Sam was sleeping silently on the pull-out couch. Obviously Dean would be in the second room and Layla hoped he would be awake. She needed somebody to talk to.
She slowly crept into the room he resided in and to her surprise, he was sound asleep as well. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she decided to just curl up in bed with him. Waking him up was the last of her worries, but she hoped she wouldn't make Dean mad.
As Layla crawled up the right side of the bed, Dean turned over and held his arm out, "I knew you'd be up here sooner or later." Layla made her way into Dean's warm embrace and wrapped her arms around his torso.
"I can't sleep Dean. I can't even close my eyes. I can still smell Roscoe. I just can't stay in that room by myself." Once more, Layla had to force back tears.
"It'll be okay babe. I promise." Dean buried his head in the nape of Layla's neck; taking in the scent of vanilla and Shea butter.
"Babe? That's a new one." Layla chuckled softly. "But I like it."
Dean wasn't thinking and began to spill everything that he tried so hard to retain. "I wish I could call you that all of the time Lala."
Layla lay in his arms, more confused than ever. Was he really saying this? Maybe he was still slightly drunk or maybe he was just really tired.
"You are just tired Dean." She said as she brought the covers up and over her cold body.
"I am tired, but I know what I'm saying."
Layla's heart began to race. Oh my God. Oh my God. That was the only thought running through her mind. Dean wasn't lying. Dean had feelings for her. Now she had to keep her end of the promise, but God she didn't want to. She was frightened.
"Are you saying you like me more than just friends? Is that what you're saying cause I never expected this to come from the Dean Winchester. Never, ever, ever."
Layla received a laugh from Dean, but he soon became serious again. "I want to be the one to protect you; to keep you safe."
"Then why don't you?"
"W-what?" Layla had never heard Dean stutter. She had to admit, it was the cutest thing she had ever heard escape his luscious lips.
"I've always wanted you to be that somebody. I promised myself I wouldn't say anything until you did and now you are, so now I am." Layla said very quickly, earning a confused look from Dean.
"So I'm not breaking my macho appearance for nothing?"
Layla smiled innocently, "No."
"Good because I want to be with you. Not just next to you, but be somebody who can be called yours."
"You are basically saying you want to be my boyfriend, right?" She knew why Dean was beating around the bush. He didn't want to make this moment cliché. He wanted to make sure what he said didn't make him sound like some bozo.
"Ugh. I didn't want to say it like that, but yes. Boyfriend or whatever you want to call it."
Layla leaned in planting a soft kiss on his tender lips. She had longed for this so long and now she finally had it right in her grasp. Sam would surely be surprised and so would Layla's parents. Everybody knew her feelings for Dean and now they were finally together.
Dean forced his weight onto her and pushed Layla on her back. He looked down onto Layla, holding himself up with his hands on each side of her.
Layla grabbed Dean by his neck and pulled his head back down so their lips would meet together once more. This time the kiss held so much more passion and lust. Dean quickly grew aroused and Layla couldn't help but giggle as she felt him on her thigh; his boxers were thin, very thin.