When they finally walked into the club, Benny's eyes refused to leave Dean. It was an indecipherable look to Y/N.

But the pianist seemed to understand.

At the end of their apparently silent conversation, Dean tightened his hold on her, pulling her into his side. "I need to go."

She gulped, nodding quietly. "I'll be here."

He seemed reticent to go and Benny, God bless him, wasn't rushing either.

Finally, Y/N reached up, cupping both his cheeks with her hands and pulling him down into a soft, sweet kiss. "You are one of the best men I've ever known."

He answered in a barely audible and shuddery breath. "I love you."

"I love you too," she promised.

With one more deep breath, he left.

Benny patted Dean on the shoulder when he was close enough and sent an apologetic look to the singer. She returned it.

When they left her sight, she turned back into the club.

"Heya, girlie!"

Her attention turned to Meg, who was standing with another waitress. Meg patted the new girl on the shoulder, telling her quickly to finish cleaning all the tables, before running over to join her friend.

Y/N smiled half-heartedly. "Morning, Meg."

"Okay, what's wrong?"

The singer scoffed. "What're ya, a mind reader?"

"I'm not an idiot."

Y/N laughed at that. "Fair enough. Just been a long morning."

Meg wiggled her eyebrow. "I'll bet. You two are insatisiable."

Red filled the performer's cheeks.

Meg shrugged. "Can't talk too much, though. Once I got choir boy to see things my way…" she trailed off, humming in contentment. "Well, let's just say I've sufficiently corrupted him."

"I'm guessin' he doesn't mind that."

"Nope," she answered, popping the p sound.

The girls laughed, making themselves at home at the bar. "Speakin' of," Y/N looked around. "Where is Cas?"

"Hidin' in the back, inventorying," Meg ran a hand through her hair. She placed her hands on the bar, putting nearly her full weight on them.

"I'm sure his favorite bit," Y/N teased.

"It will be when I go back and join him," Meg winked.

Y/N gasped, a little take aback. "Wh–You two–here?!"

The waitress pushed herself off the bar. "Y/N, I'm gonna give you some advice, one girl to another.

"One, men don't care where you are when you got their cock in their mouth."

If they had been drinking, Y/N would've spit hers across the bar.

"Two," Meg continued on as though her friend wasn't choking on air next to her. "We've sold ourselves and we need to grab what happiness we can, because we don't know when the debt's gonna be cashed in."

Y/N watched her friend become a little smaller, a little less than the usual boisterous woman she'd come to love. She frowned, staring at the bar, as though that would give her the right words to say.

Meg scoffed. "I can hear you, you know?"

"I didn't–"

"Didn't have to. No one talks about what we did, how stupid we are. Well, I imagine Dean-o opened his heart after you opened your legs."

"You make it sound like a transaction."

"Didn't mean to."

"I know."

Silence fell over them. "You wanna know, just ask." Meg spoke just loud enough to be heard.

"Do you wanna tell me?"

"I dunno, honestly."

"Have you told anyone?"

"…Castiel he…He got it out of me. Hell, he just turned those big blues on me and it came out. He knew some of it already."

"How much?"

"Well…Castiel was already working for Crowley when I got mixed up in all this. He and Dean have been here longer than anybody. But, basically, there was a turf war and I picked the wrong side. Castiel saw the fighting up close."

"You two were fighting? Like…Literally?"

Meg nodded. "Castiel used to be in the army. He's a soldier. And so was I. Difference is that I was on the losing side."

Y/N shook her head. "So you're a POW?"

Meg laughed hollowly. "Not a bad comparison."

The singer walked around to the other side of the bar, back where she rarely went, to stand beside her friend. "Where you telling me this?"

There was a long beat before Meg answered. "You've been here for months now. You're part of this little fucked up family. We shouldn't keep secrets, I guess."

Y/N's throat tightened, but Meg just continued. "Or maybe I just needed you to know because I'm selfish."

Y/N nudged Meg's shoulder with her own. "You wanna talk selfish?"

"What, you gotta better story than a gang war?"

The singer laughed. "You don't know."

Meg shrugged. "You're right, I don't."

And so Y/N told her.