She should've been woken up by the light streaming in through the window right into her face, but she had just rolled over and gone back to sleep.
Maybe the sound of Dean fumbling around the kitchen, clanking pans together should've woken her up, but she just moved the pillow from under her head to over it.
Actually, what woke her up was relatively unobtrusive.
His phone rang.
The shrill tone broke through the pillow like a needle through cloth, straight into her ear. She sat up, groaning. She took a few moments to mentally prepare for the day before throwing her feet onto the floor.
Then she heard that deep, gravelly voice that had haunted her dreams the night before. She bit her bottom lip, excited at just the very idea of seeing him first in the morning, of spending every moment of that day with him.
"Look, Bobby, I can't talk right now."
Her heart nearly stopped.
A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "No, of course I…Bobby, you're family, you know that. But you know what he'll do to Sammy if he finds out we saw each other."
She didn't know any "Sammy." Thinking on it, Y/N didn't know a lot about Dean's past. Everyone in the club liked to keep mum on it, no one willing to bring up the reason they were now indentured servants.
There was another moment of silence before Dean's voice, albeit softer than before, came through again. "Yeah, her too…m-maybe…she's important, alright? Can we leave it at that?"
She grinned, practically able to hear his blush through the thin walls.
"Look…" he began. "I knew what I was doing, alright? And I'd do it again, alright? Sammy's fine. He's marryin' his girl soon, ain't he? He's happy. That's all I need."
There was another moment of silence before Dean grumbled out, "I get it, Bobby, I do, but…don't ask me to do that, please. I can't take the chance that Sammy could get hurt…no, don't you go after Y/N either. I'm not losin' anyone else."
He practically slammed the phone back onto the receiver, and the deep sigh he gave resonated within her. She was on her feet and through the doorway before she could think.
The moment the door opened, she was hit with the tantalizing smell of coffee and the frankly amazing sight of Dean Winchester in his undershirt and pants, suspenders hanging from his hips, standing at the kitchen counter with his back turned to her.
His head snapped in her direction when he heard the door open. A big smile spread across his face and he greeted her with "Damn, baby. A fella could get used to this."
This was the exact moment that Y/N remembered that all she was wearing was his shirt.
A part of her wanted to run back into the bedroom, change into her clothes from yesterday, and put this moment behind her.
The part that won, however, decided that she would own this. She padded into the kitchen and sidled up next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She grinned up at him. "Well, I could get used to this, so it's only fair."
He laughed. "That's my girl."
One of her hands reached up to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him down as she climbed onto her tip toes to press her lips to his. "All yours."
They made themselves some breakfast and, at some point, Y/N had ended up on the counter with her legs wrapped around Dean's waist, the two of them connected at the lips.
Then, he had a very long shower before they went to her hotel to get her a change of clothes. She had taken all of ten minutes, the first one or two being spent on telling Dean that, yes, she could get dressed without his help.
Then, they were at the club. They hadn't even entered before Benny clapped Dean on the back. "Took you two long enough."
Dean just laughed, but Y/N had to ask, "What gave us away?"
Benny stared at her like she'd grown a second head. "Really? You two come in with stars in your eyes and holding hands. I ain't an idiot."
It was then that Y/N noticed that they were in fact holding hands, their fingers intertwined. She looked up, narrowing her eyes at the pianist. "Smooth moves there, Winchester."
He'd just pressed a kiss to her temple, before throwing a "see you later!" at his friend and moving them inside.
"Oh, and tell Gabe he owes me five dollars!" Benny shouted behind them.
Dean laughed, pulling his hand from Y/N's and throwing it around her shoulders. She settled herself into his side, sliding her arm around his waist to rest her hand on his opposite hip.
The moment they walked into the bar, Castiel smiled warmly at them, and Meg even smiled as she rolled her eyes. Chuck ordered a round of drinks for everyone (making sure to tell Cas to put them on Gabe's tab), and they had a few minutes of frivolity before getting back to work.
Gabe came in grumbling. He was happy for the new couple, of course, but he was sure it'd take another month for Dean to make a move. "You owe me, Winchester!"
Dean had laughed him off, but the drummer seemed quite serious.
As they sat there, laughing it up with everyone else, Y/N's fingers intertwined with Dean's. When he squeezed her hand back, she felt the blood rise in her cheeks and a smile nearly split her face in half.
"Well damn, that was the best show we've ever had!" Gabe was breathless. He threw an arm around Y/N's shoulders and pulled her close. "Doll, you were amazing!"
She laughed at that. "I'd be nothing without my boys!"
Gabe squeezed her shoulders. "Please, we'd be nothing without our canary."
She felt a tug on her other hand and she was suddenly yanked from Gabe's hold against another's chest. Looking up, she was met with the jade green eyes of her Dean. His arms immediately wrapped around her shoulder, holding her in place.
The drummer laughed at that. "Oh, please, Dean-o. You won't be able to tell I've stolen her from you 'till she's mine."
Chuck and Y/N snickered at that, but she felt Dean's arms tighten around her. She didn't need to look up to see the tightened expression on his face. However, she still put her left hand on the side of his face, standing on her tip toes and pulling him down so she could place a kiss on his free cheek. He relaxed immediately under her lips, and she let herself fall back against his chest in peace.
Gabe made several unsavory comments, elbowing Chuck and obviously pleased with himself. Dean just grumbled quietly and squeezed her closer.
Meg appeared backstage at that point, walking through the door. Somehow, even after working the past few hours, she looked just as beautiful as she had when starting her shift earlier that evening. "Hey Dean-o, Benny's askin' for ya."
Y/N gripped Dean's arm tightly, which caused Meg's eyes to fall to the position the singer and pianist were in. "Sorry, Y/N."
Dean stiffened a bit, and the formerly jovial tone in the room turned cold. Y/N felt his lips press against the top of her head. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling as his arms dropped from around her. Goosebumps rose over her flesh where his heat had been pressed up against her, and she fought a shiver from running down her spine.
Before Dean could say anything, Y/N spun around, a big smile on her face as she put her hands on his chest. "Chuck promised to tell me 'bout his latest story, so don't wait up." She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hoping that she could convey, with just that, that everything was okay.
He gripped her upper arms just a little too tight as they kissed. She pulled away a moment later, but Dean didn't seem quite ready to go.
She gripped his shirt in her hands and looked him right in the eyes. "It's okay," she whispered. "Just gives me an excuse to spend the night at your place, don't it?" she teased.
He actually cracked a smile at that. "Lookin' forward to it." He finally turned and walked away.
There was a moment of silence before Y/N felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Chuck smiling at her. "C'mon, I can't make you a liar."
She smiled as she thanked him.
"I thought you weren't working on anything right now, Chuck," Gabe thought aloud.
Chuck shrugged. "I'll think of something."
Meg leaned against the wall. "Maybe you can tell her the story of how you got to be such a sad sack."
Chuck answered with a fake laugh and a "Don't you have anything better to do?"
Meg threw her hands up in self-defense before walking back into the main room with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Alright," Chuck began, putting a finger to his chin and looking up, pretending to be thinking quite hard. "Now, I need to come up with a story for you."
Y/N and Gabe laughed. "Oh, can it be a thrilling tale?" she asked.
"Naturally!"
Gabe spoke next. "One with action!"
"And drama!" she joined in.
"And romance, of course!" Gabe teased, needling the singer.
Y/N rolled her eyes at that, pushing him playfully.
She could practically see the idea hit Chuck, and he took hold of Y/N's hand to begin dragging her towards the back room. "I've got it!"
"Careful there, Chuckie—looks like you're trying to steal Dean's girl."
"Well, I certainly like to be romanced more than this."
Chuck ignored them, pushing open the door to the dressing room. Y/N sat in her usual chair by the mirrors, whilst Gabe leaned against the wall next to the door and Chuck paced the room.
The bassist grinned, more excited than Y/N had seen him before. He looked like he was getting ready for a performance and was walking off the nervous energy. "Alright, you ready?"
"I better be. You look 'bout ready to explode!"
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Alright, well, this is a story about two brothers…"