Hey guys! Sorry I missed last week! As y'all probably haven't heard (unless you're keeping up with my tumblr), I contracted tendinitis in my wrist, which means I can't write as much as I want to. And then with my GIF blurbs, I've been a little distracted. That being said, I'm going to have to be lame and, for the foreseeable future, post every other Sunday rather than every Sunday. I promise, though, I'll go back to my usual posting schedule once my wrist gets better, but it'll probably be at least another three weeks before I even get an update on my condition. I'm so sorry guys, but I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Meg was impressed. She hadn't believed her at first, but, eventually, had laughed and accepted it.

When Cas joined them soon after Y/N's story, the waitress didn't say a word about their conversation, instead greeting him with a kiss and commenting on how nice it was to see him.

"You saw me earlier," he answered, his brow furrowing.

She rolled her eyes. "Let me be romantic for once, Cas."

He nodded slowly, his clear blue eyes not leaving her.

Y/N laughed and began backing away from the couple. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. I gotta get ready anyway."

"Not so much fun to be on the other end of this, is it?" Meg teased.

"Wait until Dean gets back, and I'll have my revenge!" the singer shouted behind her as she walked into the back.

It took another hour for Dean to return. In preparation, Y/N had gotten the small first aid kit ready and had even dragged Benny into the back to take care of him as well. The pianist had grumbled a bit about having to share his nurse, but was quickly silenced with a peck to his lips.

Benny ribbed Dean for being henpecked, but the latter told the former to shut his face, which just made Benny laugh harder.

Now that all three were in the back room, she pulled up two chairs, sitting Dean down across from her. She apologized to the bouncer for not having an extra chair, but he waved her off. The two boys chatted as Y/N worked on Dean's wounds first (at Benny's insistence. His exact words were "You gotta live with the man, doll. You take care of me first, you'll never hear the end of it!").

Not surprisingly, Dean's knuckles were scratched up and bleeding. There was even a bruise blooming on his left cheek, though it looked minor, thankfully.

She focused on her task, not really listening to their idle chatter and teasing back and forth.

Finally, Y/N ran her fingers through Dean's hair, petting him slightly. "You're all set."

"Thanks, doll," he gave her that grin that only he could pull off. His freshly bandaged hand tangled into the small hairs at the base of her neck, pulling her into a kiss.

She pulled away too quickly for either of their liking, but she had not forgotten their guest. "Alright, Benny, you're up!"

Dean patted his friend on the shoulder as they switched places.

Benny was in worse shape. Whereas Dean had a bruise and bleeding knuckles, Benny sported the same wounds, along with a slew of others. His arms were littered with scratches, criss-crossing a thousand similar scars. His face wasn't too beat up, but his lip was split. He had obviously taken the brunt of the damage in the fight.

She began with wrapping his arms. Without thinking too much on it, she asked, "Is it always this bad for you?"

The boys immediately fell silent. She felt as if she had broken some code by asking about it, like this room was safe from their real world responsibilities, and she'd opened the door wide for them to return.

After a moment, Benny answered with a shrug. "You should see the other guy."

She refrained from asking about the "other guy's" current condition. "I can't believe he makes you do this. Are these all from…from here?"

Benny laughed, which she didn't expect. "Hell no. This guy was feisty today. Usually it ain't this bad. The scars are from a long time ago."

"From before?"

He nodded.

"What'd you do to get them?"

"No offense to you, doll," Benny shook his head. "But I'd rather not talk about it."

"No, of course, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Don't worry about it," the bouncer smiled. "You're a curious girl." He then turned to Dean. "You better keep an eye on your girl, Dean. She's gonna get into trouble one day."

She tried not to react to that. There was no way that he knew what she was up to. He'd always been with Dean or at the door, nowhere near her, whenever her deal with Agent Singer had been brought up.

Dean didn't react too much either, but she could still see him stiffen out of the corner of her eyes. And, if she could see it, so could Benny.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Dean tried to lighten the mood again, back to its previous height.

Benny nodded. "I just worry that she'll do something stupid."

"I'm right here."

"Even if she does, you know it'll be for the right reasons," Dean continued on.

Benny's eyes fell to the floor. "A lotta us do stupid shit for the right reasons. Doesn't mean we should do them."

"Stop talking," Y/N said softly, partly to silence them, but partly to take a look at Benny's lip.

A corner of his lips twitched up, but he did as asked.

They were silent as Y/N dabbed a cotton swab of hydrogen peroxide on his lips lightly, trying not to hurt him too much.

Finally, she pulled back. "All done, Benny."

The bouncer thanked her, his Southern drawl making her feel like a real lady of leisure as he said it. Benny stood then, patting Dean on the shoulder as he headed for the door.

"If you're doing something stupid for the right reasons," Dean began suddenly, causing Benny to stop in his tracks. "It might be worth doing, even if it blows up in our face."

Benny hadn't turned around to face them, his hand still on the doorknob mid-twist. "Maybe…" he acquiesced. "You're right. And maybe some of us aren't brave enough to try anyway."

Then he threw the door open and was gone.

"Does he know?" Y/N finally asked after a moment.

"Somehow, yeah," Dean sighed heavily, running a hand over his face.

"If we got Benny to help us…" she thought aloud. "It corroborates your testimony about the…" she took his hand in hers as she searched for words.

"He won't help us."

"We have to try, Dean. Benny knows things. More than any of us, probably. He's probably been to meetings to scare whoever Crowley's negotiating with!"

"And he won't help us."

"We don't know that!"

"He just said so, sweetheart," Dean growled, getting a bit frustrated.

She squeezed his hand in both of hers, but lightly, unsure of what else to do.

Dean leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Let's get through tonight, then we'll talk about it at home, okay?"

She looked up into his emerald green eyes and nodded slightly. The argument wasn't over, but the show must go on.