A/N:Hello again, how goes it? This entire chapter is about Dean and Paige. But it's shorter than I wanted it to be, so yeah. Let's get on with it :)

Paige stared at him not knowing whether or not to let him in or slam the door in his face. But the way he stood in front of her - ankles crossed behind him and arms still supporting his weight against the door frame – staring at her made her heart break. He looked like a lost puppy. For the first time since he had gotten there, she actually looked at him. He was in sweatpants and a blank t-shirt with no shoes, which lead her to believe that he had just made up his mind and decided to just show up at her room door. She figured he could have just walked back across the hall, but knowing Dean, he probably hadn't thought about that. His eyes were bloodshot –she had originally thought he was a little more that intoxicated – and she wasn't surprised. He had been a heavy drinker during his indie career, but he had grown out of it when he was forced to. She stared at him and her eyes narrowed into slits as she contemplated whether or not she was listening to her head or her heart. Aw hell, I'm gonna regret this later. She moved to the side and gestured with her arm as if she were showcasing the path into her room. She watched as he walked past her before sighing and closing the door. She took a deep breath and turned around, he gaze immediately catching his, "What do you want?"

"To thank you for picking up the slack tonight." He scratched the back of his neck nervously and avoided her gaze.

She crossed her hands over her chest, fully aware that it was a defense mechanism. Even though she knew he would do anything crazy, he had never been predictable, "That wasn't for you... Stephanie told me to do it." That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

"You could have gotten hurt."

"You care now?" she shot back, "I don't remember you having that in you." Paige shifted her weight onto her right leg.

"Don't be like that." Without warning, he fell to his knees, rested his head on her stomach and wrapped his arms around her waist. Paige's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't find the words or the strength to push him away. Her hands hovered around his back like bees hovered over flowers.

"What are you doing?" He didn't answer, but she hadn't really expected him to. Even though he was hugging her like his life depended on it, she didn't know how to reciprocate the action, even if she wanted to. He held her close, as if she would disappear if he let go. Her heart swelled, and tears threatened to leak from her eyes. But she refused to cry just because he was in her hotel room symbolically apologizing to her. Paige knew that was what he was doing –he had never been good with saying he was sorry – but she wanted him to, for once, utter an 'I'm sorry'.

"Dean," her voice was soft, as if she were afraid to kill the silence of the room. But the tension was too much and she found herself getting physically incapable to breathe through the thickness of it, "W-what is this? What are we doing?"

She heard him inhale deeply and she could tell he hadn't really thought about that. He was probably thinking about some logical reason for him to be kneeling in front of her and hugging her. He removed his head from her stomach and ran one hand over his face and through his messy hair, "I- I don't kn- I guess I'm here to- I don't know. I just wanted to-"

"To what, Dean?" Paige flailed her arms and then let them fall back to her sides, "Why now?" She wrenched his arms from around her waist and pushed him away. She backed away from him and her fiery gaze bore holes into his eyes, "You completely ignored me and treated me like some scrubber you picked up in a bar. I exist in public you know!?" She yelled, her, she leaned over him, and he didn't nothing to defend himself. He used his hand to run underneath his nose and over his mouth. He knew he deserved every foul word she yelled at him. She stared at him and her fury seemed to disappear when she saw the look of distress in him. Her eyes and her voice softened, "I'm always visible, not just when it's convenient for you."

"What are you talking about?" Dean groaned. He was confused.

"You let us go!" Paige yelled, "I trie-"

"You left me, remember?" He cut her off. For a brief second, he hung his head, wining at his outburst. He hadn't meant to react, but he did. He used his hands to push himself backwards and onto his feet. "Was I supposed to just act like nothing happened? I loved you and I didn't want to be friends." Turning away from her, he groaned and covered his face. He turned on his heel and stared at her, "You seem to forget that fact. But I'm the bad guy right? You're just the victim in this situation, huh? Is that it?"

Paige was flabbergasted. What was she supposed to say to him, but she didn't remember it like that. Dean was the one who literally left her, "Dean, you were the one getting called up. Not me."

"So that's it then? Okay." Dean looked up at the ceiling and he folded his arms over his chest, "You're mad about that? What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to turn them down?" There was an edge in his tone and she could tell that he was frustrated.

"No." Paige rubbed her temples, "You just-"

Dean unfolded his arms and let them fall to his sides. "I just what!?"

She didn't want to break, but she did. She felt her strong wall was crumbled and she wanted to just bawl. She looked down and played with her thumbs. She felt like a child that was getting scolded. "You just cut me off." Her voice was meek and she hated it. This was supposed to happen on her terms, and he just waltzed on over and ruined how she planned it. They were supposed to go on with their lives as co-workers and co-exist. The past was officially the past and she no longer needed it rehashed. But now, he had other plans.

"God," He hung his head. He felt like a horrible person now. He slowly walked over to her and joined her in the 'kitchen', "Come here."

She put her hands up against his chest, effectively stopping him from hugging her. Pushing him away, she wiped her eyes, "I think you should go." He peered down at her, and for a split second, he looked hurt. But she had to stand her ground, "Go."

"Fine." He whispered brashly. "I tried."

"Out."