There was light smell of bacon drifting through the air as you inhaled deeply. You stirred under the soft blanket draped over you, and slowly began to open your eyes. For half a moment you had no idea where you were until you looked up and saw Dean, dressed in pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, standing at the stove in his kitchen softly humming as he flipped bacon.

You layed back down on the couch about to close your eyes once more when you realized that you were naked under the luxurious blanket. Immediately your eyes flew open and you looked down at the floor to see your clothes from last night entangled with Dean's clothes. You reached down and grabbed the first thing, Dean's dress shirt. While his back was to you you slipped out of the blanket and buttoned up Dean's shirt around you

"Good morning, sleepy head," Dean chuckled, "You look better than me in that shirt."

Dean turned back around to face the stove as you blushed, feeling exposed. You could see the muscles in his back rippling was he cooked, and you just wanted to feel his warm skin over his tight muscles. Dean began setting the island in the middle of his kitchen with plates stalked with breakfast food.

Slowly, you stood up and walked over to the island and sat down next to Dean who was already eating his food. You looked down at the food unable to eat.

"So…" You began, swallowing hard, "I'm going back home today… My plane is at 2:30," You looked over at the clock on the microwave, "Which is in three hours…"

Dean put down his fork and looked over at you, "All right, let's get you back to your hotel," Dean pushed his chair away from the table.

You grabbed his hand to stop him, "Dean, I don't want to leave, but I live in another state and I have go."

He looked over at out you through his eyelashes, "I know, so let's get you back to LA, right?"

You smiled as he got up and put the dishes in the sink, "I'm going to get dressed and you should do the same." Dean said smiling down at you. As he walked past he bent down and kiss you on the head.

After watching Dean walk down the hall to get dress you walked over to the pile of clothes by the coach, and slipped on your clothes. You sat down on the couch and thought about last night. All you could remember was Dean holding you close last night, and how it was one of the best nights….

"Hey! You ready?" Dean asked as he emerged from the hallway.

You got to your feet immediately shocked out of your reverie, "Yeah, let's go!" You cheered, trying to put enthusiasm in your voice.

The cab ride back to your apartment was silent, as you and Dean thought about what would happen in the next three hours. Once you arrived at your hotel you and Dean walked slowly down the hall until you reached your hotel room door.

"So… maybe I'll see you next time I'm in New York?" You asked quietly, glancing up at Dean.

"Yeah, or I could come see you in LA…" Dean trailed off and the two of you were left in silence.

After a long, pregnant pause Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His hand came up to cup your face as the kiss intensified. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips and brought your hand up to his neck, pushing his lips down on your harder.

Dean pulled his lips away from yours, "Wait, I'm sorry, we can't get into this again," Dean said in a low, gruff voice.

"I know," you said quietly, stepping back from him.

"OK, so… Have a safe flight back, and let me know when you're back in New York…" Dean started.

You stepped forward and kissed him lightly on his cheek shutting him up.

"Goodbye, Y/N." Dean leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead he then turned on his heel, and walked down the hallway until he turned the corner and was out of sight. You turned around and struggled to unlock your door as the tears started filling your eyes.

Thursday night and here you were again jammed into a tiny, uncomfortable, airplane chair. You were just about to put your headphones in when you heard a low voice, "Ma'am? Is this seat taken?"

You froze. You hadn't talked to him since the day you left New York, but... You glanced up only to find a middle-aged, balding man waiting for your answer.