There was a long moment as they all listened to Crowley's footsteps fade. Benny was the first one to break. "Cas, get some ice."
Castiel nodded, and Meg joined him, saying that Benny would need some ice himself.
Y/N practically ran the two or three feet of distance between her and her boyfriend, both hands on his cheeks within seconds. "How ya feeling, Dean?"
He took a moment before wincing out a grin. "Better now, doll."
Benny and Y/N helped Dean to his feet, though one was able to help far more than the other. They led him to a booth, and she beside him. He took the opportunity to rest his head on her shoulder.
Benny went off, mumbling something about the carpet, and leaving the two alone. She took one of his hands in hers and used her other hand to run her fingers through his short hair.
"Does…" he began, making her look down at him. "Does this mean that you're staying at my place tonight?"
She laughed, trying to at least not move her shoulders too much. "Dean…"
He looked up at her, his green eyes wide and begging. She leaned down just a smidge to press a kiss to his brow, right between his eyes. "Of course I will. Not that you're sleeping on the couch."
"You're right," he smiled. "I need my nurse to stay right by my side all night."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't argue, as she saw the bartender walking over, holding a small dish towel wrapped around a handful of ice. She thanks Cas with a soft smile as she took the makeshift ice pack from him. She turned to Dean and asked quietly, "What hurts the most?"
"My lips." he grinned. "Wanna kiss it better?"
Y/N playfully glared at the pianist as Castiel spoke, "I'm glad to see your sense of humor was not hurt."
"Benny'll have to learn to hit harder in order to get that," Dean shrugged, trying to hide the wince it caused.
She heard Benny chuckle from his spot on the floor in the middle of the club. "Didn't wanna hurt your ego in front-a your girl."
"Please," Dean scoffed, taking the ice pack from Y/N and placing it against his left ribs.
"Dean, go home—we'll take care of this," Chuck offered, his eyes not moving from where the ice pack lay.
"We need a ride home," Y/N said.
Dean was shaking his head before she finished the sentence. "No, I'm fine to drive."
"You must be outta your mind," Gabe rolled his eyes.
"No one is touching my Baby," Dean groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position.
Y/N huffed. "Dean, c'mon, you can't even sit up properly. Someone can give us a ride home and pick us up in the morning."
Dean grumbled the entire time everyone else discussed things. Finally Gabe was roped into driving the lovebirds home, taking the opportunity to duck out on the cleanup early.
He dropped them off at Dean's apartment after a short drive and an even shorter argument between the men about whether or not Gabe was going to see where Y/N lived.
Gabe didn't get out of the car, still a little sore from losing the argument to Dean. Y/N helped Dean out of his seat after getting out herself. Once they were on the sidewalk, she turned back to Gabe and smiled. "Thank you. We'd be really behind the eight-ball without you."
"Whoa, let's not get crazy here, doll. I just wanted to get out of cleaning."
"You can't pull the wool over my eyes, Gabe—you're a good egg."
"Whoa!" Dean interjected. "Let's not get too crazy here."
"Listen to Dean-o, doll."
Y/N laughed. "Good night, Gabe. And, again, thank you."
Gabriel gave a slight wave before driving off. Y/N wrapped Dean's arm around her shoulders at that point, walking him towards the stairs. "C'mon, let's get you taken care of."
He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her temple, smiling into it. "Lookin' forward to it, doll."
The sun came shining through the window, again failing to fully wake the singer. Instead, she snuggled more into the warmth that she was wrapped around.
She heard groaning, which caused her to just nuzzle her face more into the warmth.
"Sweetheart?"
She only panicked a little before remembering how the previous night went. She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her beau. His green eyes were sparkling in the sunlight that intruded through the window like some trashy romance novel. "G'mornin." she mumbled, a smile crossing her face.
"Much as I love this, doll, my ribs are killin' me."
She leapt off of him, scrambling to get away like her proximity alone hurt him. "Oh God, Dean, I'm sorry!"
He sat up—with just a little bit of effort—and placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close. "It's worth it," he grinned before pressing his lips to hers.
It started out slow and sweet, but then his tongue rolled along her bottom lip and something snapped.
Before she knew what was happening, she was pinned to the bed, Dean resting between her thighs like that was always where he was meant to be. He was resting above her on his right arm, but his left hand was trailing from her knee upwards, squeezing her thigh lightly as he pushed the shirt she'd borrowed to sleep in out of the way.
Y/N's hands were gripping Dean like a lifeline. One was gripping his shoulder blade, whilst the other held onto the arm he had resting beside her.
Using the hand that had trailed up to her hip, he gripped her hip tightly, pulling them up to slot against his.
She broke the kiss with a moan, and she could practically feel the smirk as his lips trailed down to the junction of her neck. Her nails raked over his back, leaving tiny red marks on his tanned skin in her wake. She breathed out his name, unsure of what she was trying to tell him.
Dean pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. His heavy breaths were fanning across her face, making it feel even hotter. Then he had to look at her with lust-blown pupils that turned his hunter green eyes nearly black, and she just couldn't breathe.
"Tell me to stop and I will."
God, she loved this man.
The revelation didn't surprise her too much—the feeling had been there for a while now, practically since she met him—but this was the first time she'd actually thought out the words.
And she wanted him.
Her hand trailed up his arm to grip the small hairs at the base of his skull and pulled him down, answering him with a kiss.
Their lips barely brushed together when the phone rang.
Dean's forehead fell against her as he groaned.
She let the hand at the back of his head cup his cheek as she grumbled, "You should probably get that, Mr. Popular."
He took a moment, the shrill ringing filling the apartment as he didn't move.
"Dean?"
"I need a minute, doll."
Y/N's cheeks burst into flame. "O-Oh…I, uh…"
He laughed at her response. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips before rolling off of her and out of bed. He trudged over to the door, throwing one last pitiful look at Y/N.
She grinned. "C'mon, they're obviously not goin' anywhere."
"You better not move."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
His lascivious smile turned warm, his gaze softening. "God, I hope not."
She stood up and padded over to Dean, grabbing his face and pulling it back down to hers. "Wild horses couldn't get rid of me."
Their lips connected in a soft, sweet, gentle kiss. She pulled away a moment later and patted him on the chest. "Now answer that phone before they go crazy."
"Serves 'em right," he mumbled against her lips.
She giggled, shoving him playfully away. "Go!"
He sighed over-dramatically as he turned and walked out of the room. "Fine, but I expect a reward when I get back."
She just smiled as she watched him leaning against the doorjamb.
He picked up the phone, grumbling out a less than polite greeting before the brightest smile she'd ever seen from him spread across his cheeks. "Hey Sammy!"
She began to walk back into the room to give him some privacy when she saw Dean hold his hand out for her out of the corner of her eye. She smirked as she walked up to him, letting him pull her onto his lap.
"Nah, I'm good Sammy. Better than ever, in fact," Dean leaned in to press a kiss to her throat, his thumb rubbing circles into her hip as he did. She bit her lip, trying not to let any sounds out.
She heard a tinny voice that she assumed was Sammy, but she couldn't concentrate on anything other than Dean's lips marking her.
Dean switched between laughing and catching up with his brother and pressing wet kisses to different parts of her neck. She wasn't sure what she loved more—his smooches or his smile at talking to his brother. He looked so carefree, like he was perfectly content, and she wanted to see that look on his face forever.
Suddenly, he pulled away, causing Y/N to huff in frustration. "No, Sammy, don't worry about me," Dean's brow furrowed together, almost forgetting completely about the woman in his lap. "Stay in California."
There was a moment of silence where Dean's jaw ticked. "Well, even if you came out here, I'm busy, Sammy. Save your money. You got a wedding to pay for soon, don't you? Jess is worth more than me, c'mon…"
Y/N's fingers carded themselves through Dean's short, dirty blonde hair, trying to soothe him.
He shot her a grateful look, pulling her a little bit closer. "I'm sorry I had to miss Easter, Sammy, but, you gotta understand…yeah, I know. I promise, I'll try to get out there for your birthday, alright? …I'll talk to you however I want, I'm your big brother!"
Y/N leaned down, kissing his cheek, his scruff bristling against her lips.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. Trust me, I wanna see you again, but the club's been so busy lately, and…wait, w-what'd Bobby tell you?"
Y/N froze at that, but Dean continued. "Y-Yeah, he did come by last night…"
There was a terrible moment of silence before he sighed heavily and fell back in his seat. "Yeah, of course that's what he told you."
Y/N searched his face for any indication of what was going on.
"Yeah, she's…nice."
A grin slowly made its way across her cheeks.
Dean refused to meet her eyes as the blush across his cheek darkened. "Really nice, alright? Don't you have better things to do?"
Y/N leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Yeah, I like her…a lot…shut up!" Dean growled, the blush just getting redder and redder.
Y/N giggled at that, and she heard the tinny voice get a little louder.
"Yeah, she's here, which is why you need to shut your cakehole. I'll call you later, alright?"
All she heard was laughter coming from the other end of the phone as Dean hung up. He then turned to Y/N and grumbled out "You didn't hear anything."
She shook her head, completely serious. "Not a thing."
He narrowed his eyes. "I'm serious."
She pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her laughter. "If it helps, I like you a lot too."
He groaned, which she cut off with a quick press of her lips to his. "I'm gonna kill him," he mumbled when she pulled away.
She smiled at him, pressing another kiss to his jaw. "You seemed to be having fun. Do you see Sammy often?"
His expression darkened. "No. He doesn't know that I work for Crowley. I can't…I can't let him know."
Y/N wrapped her arms around Dean's shoulders, pulling him towards her. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, the arm that had been holding the phone was now resting on her knee.
They sat in silence for a little while, simply enjoying the other's presence. Finally, Dean said quietly, "I want to spend holidays with him."
She squeezed him a little tighter. "Why don't you? I'm sure he'd love ta have you visit him."
"I don't want to mix him up in this."
She ran her fingers through his hair again, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "So, what, you're just never gonna see him again?"
He sighed heavily. "…'til we get free of Crowley, I can't take that chance."
"Dean, he's your brother. You can't just ignore him forever."
His grip tightened. "He'd understand if he knew."
"Then tell him."
"Sammy's a lawyer—he wouldn't just let it go, he'd try to save me."
"Why not let him?"
His jaw clenched and his eyes closed. "You know what Crowley'd do to him," he ground out.
She let her head rest atop his. "I know. I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."
He pressed one more kiss to her collarbone before pulling away. He cupped her cheek with the hand that had been resting on her knee and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. He gave her a small smile before kissing her softly.
Y/N patted his chest before heaving herself off of his lap. "C'mon, you need to get started on breakfast if you wanna eat before Gabe gets here," she said as she held her hand out, beckoning for him to follow suit.
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Why do I have to cook?"
"Well, I need to make sure you can cook before I decide whether or not to keep ya."
"Well then!" Dean took her hand as he hopped up from the chair. "If that's all I gotta do to win you over, get ready to eat the best meal of your life!"
She smiled and followed him, only releasing his hand when he started cooking.
As she kept him company in the kitchen, she couldn't stop thinking about the phone conversation. In fact, it stayed at the forefront of her mind for the rest of the day.
She had returned to her hotel room that night. Dean had asked her back to his place, his intention to continue from where they left off that morning clear, but she had been thinking.
Instead, she'd leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to Dean's confused face before exiting his car. She didn't look back at him as she walked to her room, not even when she got to her door to give him a wave, let him know that she was safe. She knew that if she looked back at his jade green eyes, she'd be lost.
She put her bag down by the door, kicked off her shoes, then leaned back against the door. She took a deep, shuddering breath, closing her eyes as she did so.
Finally, after gathering her strength, she dug through her laundry, pulling out a small card. She then sat down on her bed and picked up the phone. She gave the operator the number on the card, and tried to remember how to breathe as she waited to be connected.
Finally, the line clicked, and she heard a gruff, sleep-filled voice mumble out, "Hello?"
"Um…A-Agent Singer? This is Y/N Y/L/N, from…from Crowley's."
She heard shuffling, and his voice sounded much more awake now. "Wait…the singer? Dean's Y/N?"
"Yes sir."
"Wh…Why are you callin' me?"
"Because I…I want to meet."