They didn't really talk anymore that morning. Instead, they both curled up on the lumpy mattress that was Y/N's incredibly shitty bed. Dean complained for quite some time about the fact that it was the "worst thing he'd ever slept on," but, eventually, they got a few hours of sleep before work.

When they woke up a few hours later, Dean had made a decision. He declared that she absolutely could not stay there any longer.

"Dean, I'll be fine. I've been fine so far."

"With that mattress, I can't believe that."

She chuckled at that. "I'm gonna hear about that mattress forever, aren't I?"

"No, you're not, because you've never sleeping on that again," he shuddered. "Pack your things, you're movin' in with me."

Red fell over her entire face and, suddenly, the room was too hot to live. "Dean, I can–"

"Yes, yes you can. My place is safer and you know it's more comfortable than this bologna!" he looked at the bed like it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen.

She shrugged. "This room is fine. I'm not here often enough for it to matter."

"Y/N," he placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to face him. "You love me."

She blushed slightly more. "Yes."

"And you are working with Bobby and lied to me about it."

She slouched a little, frowning. "Yes."

"So you love me and you owe me."

And that's how she ended up checking out of her crap motel and into Hotel Winchester.

That night, Y/N watched as Dean smacked Gabriel Novak on the shoulder. Gabe looked really confused, his hazel eyes narrowing as Dean gave him a tight smile and before he walked away.

Her answer to the drummer's confused look was a simple, "He thought you and I were doing something we shouldn't've been."

Gabe smiled, still a little concerned. "Well, that's your department, doll. He know?"

"Yeah."

The drummer looked shocked at that. "Wow, you actually told him."

"Technically," she began, looking away in embarrassment. "He might've found me out."

"And…and you two are okay?"

She smiled softly. "Yeah. I mean, it's still…an issue. But I think we'll be okay."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. "You better. I'm rootin' for you, kiddo."

Her own arm wrapped around his waist, and she smiled brightly at him. "And you say you're a selfish schmuck."

"I am, and don't you let anything convince you otherwise."

She laughed, disentangling herself from the drummer and heading into the back room to join her boyfriend. "You're doin' that all fine by yourself."

Gabe scowled. "You shut your cake hole!"

The night ended splendidly. It was like before, with Dean pulling Y/N into a corner every chance he could to pepper her with kisses and finding any chance he could to touch her. During their performance, she'd practically felt his eyes boring into the back of her skull. That had caused her temperature to rise for a reason having nothing to do with the burning hot spotlight that clung to her like a second skin.

Gabe and Meg had teamed up to made snide comments about the changed atmosphere all night. Just when the couple had escaped one of their tormentors, they'd be flanked by the other. Thus, the lewd jokes continued all throughout the night.

At one point, Castiel had even left the bar to bring Meg away, claiming to need her assistance. He'd shot the couple a sympathetic look, and Y/N could've kissed him.

However, other than those few things, the night ended without incident.

The entire crew sat around for a moment, enjoying the renewed cheer. No alcohol was served (something Chuck and Gabe were sure to mention often), but everyone was a bit drunk on the sudden influx of joy back into Crowley's.

One by one each member left as the night wore on. They all made sure to go over to Dean and Y/N and give them each a tight hug. She'd caught Castiel telling Dean how happy he was that the two had "resolved their differences," a sentence that made her hug Cas so tight, Meg had to pry Y/N away before the bartender passed out.

Finally, it was time for Dean and Y/N to head out.

To head home.

To Dean's apartment.

She took Dean's free hand as they drove back to his–their apartment. What a weird thought. She'd never really had a home, not since the orphanage, if that even counted.

And here was Dean, being much better than anything she deserved, giving her his home and his heart.

She watched him as he drove. His hunter green eyes focused on the road, the street lamps bringing out the constellation of freckles that littered his face. Her eyes trailed down his strong jaw, his straight nose, the column of his thick neck–

And that train of thought needed to stop right this moment.

But did it?

She scooted over and across the bench seat, curling up into Dean's side. He seemed surprised, but quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her even closer.

Quiet reigned a little bit longer before she spoke. "Do you know the first day I met with Agent Singer?"

He frowned. "No. Can't believe you brought it up either."

She nuzzled into his shoulder. "Bear with me, Dean."

She felt him shrug slightly, signalling silently for her to continue.

After a deep breath, that's what she did. "The first day I met with Bobby, it was the day after…after the last night I spent in your apartment."

"Okay," He nodded, looking a little confused still. "Why bring this up?"

"That's why I was acting so weird that day," she confessed, watching him closely.

"Oooookay…"

She huffed. "Not because-a you. Or anything you did."

The car slowed to a stop in front of Dean's building, and he waited until the car was taken care of before turning to her. "So, I didn't…I didn't push you too far?"

Her sigh was one of a mixture of relief and irritation. "No, Dean. I was…I wanted to, so badly."

Hope sparked in him at that. "YOu…you did?"

She smiled brightly, a soft pink darkening her cheeks. "Yeah…st-still do, honestly."

"Wait," a gigantic grin spread across his face slowly. "You do?"

She nodded. "I love you, Dean. I have for a while now, and I…I want to."

His emerald eyes stared deep into her Y/E/C eyes, looking for any indication that she might be lying or was unsure. When he found no hint, he nodded slowly, like he was still processing the information. "Okay, you…that's…"

She squeezed his hand. "We could…maybe tonight?"

He frowned. "I don't want you to feel like you haveta."

In a sudden spurt of confidence, she frowned and said, "Dean, how can I convince you to take me upstairs and ravish me?"

His eyes widened and, had he been drinking something, he probably would've spit it out in shock. Then that shock morphed into a big smile, the smile of a kid getting the best Christmas present he could ever ask for.

He hopped out of the car without a word, running around to open her door.

She looked up at him, confused, when her door opened and he held out his hand.

He laughed, "Well, c'mon doll! I can take a hint."