When Seth woke up, Dean wasn't there. He went hunting. Of course, he didn't go on an actual hunt. But he had something of that kind in mind. After he woke up and took a shower, he had this rare moment when he did not know what to wear. He never really care much about what he was wearing, but now it seemed kind of important, so he wanted to give it a little more thought. He put on his jeans, but then wondered if a simple, plain T-shirt wouldn't be too casual. Maybe a formal shirt would better for the occasion. He searched for one, but soon realized that he didn't bring any. He actually didn't have many of those at home, either. So, ultimately, he was left with few choices. The problem was all the shirts looked same in his eyes. Finally, he based his decision on a simple logic, and went with the cleanest one. Then, being careful not to wake Seth up, he quietly opened the door and went toward the staircase. Three minutes later, he found himself standing in front of a well-known room. He knocked.

He wasn't nervous. Just as the night before, he felt ready. He was confident. What differed was that this time he had a plan. And the plan would secure that the situation from the last night would not repeat itself. It wasn't that he believed he screwed up last night and needed to make up. But, on the other hand, neither did he blame Renee. What happened, happened. Yet he wondered what she was thinking about last night. He was quite curious about her reaction when she sees him. Will she start by apologizing for her "inappropriate behavior?" Or will she put the blame on him? Actually, it didn't really matter to him. The last night, and all that happened, was over. It was a new day, and, as someone would say, a new beginning. It may have sounded like a cliché, but Dean honestly viewed it that way. He wanted to put everything behind, and take a different approach.

Soon enough, she opened the door. She seemed to have been awake for quite some time. She was dressed up, wearing a summer dress with flower pattern. She has already done her hair and make-up, too. But her appearance wasn't the most important thing to him at the moment. His primary concern was how she would react. It pleased him to see that the reaction on her face when she saw him was better than he expected. There was evident joy. She was smiling even before he started speaking. There was much enthusiasm. She seemed so different from yesterday. The last time he saw her, she expressed the darkness of the night. She was serious and tensed; there was a lot of effort put into controlling herself. Now, with the morning, came her good mood. This was Renee who shone brighter than the sun, and who could brighten up his day even without trying. It was as if there was an aura spreading around her, and sending warm and calming rays his way.

He wanted to compliment her, but he decided not to. Maybe it would be okay, it certainly wouldn't be inappropriate, but he needed to keep his distance. He had to stick with the plan this time. But in the end, he couldn't help himself and say at least, "Good morning, sunshine." That was not exactly what he was meant to say, but what the hell. He was the one who set the rules for himself; therefore he had every right to break them.

She laughed. Then her smile went a little sour as she remembered the scene from last night. She was ashamed of herself. She should have been able to handle the situation better. After all, Dean did everything she wanted him to. For few minutes, it went great. Then she lost the control over herself and got irrational. She didn't long for bringing up her last night's failure, but, according to her, an apology was necessary. "I am . . ."

Dean interrupted her, predicting how that sentence would go. "It doesn't matter. Let's forget about it, okay?" It was a kind offer, although not the ideal one. From all the things that happened last night, there were also those they wanted to remember. There was nothing wrong with a little romance. They both liked it, and they couldn't forget it even if they tried. But for the purposes of moving on, they needed to take the situation from last night as a whole, and, in that case, it was better to leave everything behind than attempting to analyze the problem. Renee certainly wouldn't feel comfortable having to explain why she wanted him to leave. Dean was actually doing her a big favor when he suggested pretending it never happened. The best solution was to accept it didn't work out, but remember that it doesn't necessarily mean it never will.

"I am so . . ." Renee tried again, but didn't get to finish the sentence.

"Nuh-uh."

"But . . ." she tried one more time.

"Did not happen," Dean emphasized.

"Fine," she finally gave in. "It did not happen," she agreed with him, but added hastily, "But I'm sorry." The effortlessness with which she put it made them both smile. Renee could clearly see there was no reason for her to feel guilty. Dean didn't seem to want to put the blame on her, although she saw it as completely her fault. He was not mad, either. She was thankful for his attitude, although it surprised her a little. But she wouldn't demand that he tells her why he decided not to ask why she acted so strangely before. After all, it worked in her favor.

"Do you wanna go inside?" Renee changed the subject. According to her, there was still a slight chance he would return to last night and ask for some explanation. She wanted to prevent that from happening. She knew that he wouldn't necessarily get angry; he seemed to have forgiven her. At least that was how she viewed it. In his eyes, there was nothing to forgive.

"Actually," he responded to her question, "I was wondering if you'd like to grab some coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Or breakfast, or brunch," he gave her more options. "I'm kinda hungry, to be honest," he added casually.

"Hm, all right, sure." Her answer was rather hesitant. She didn't quite know what to think about it. Did he mean to totally forget about the kissing and return to being just friends? She didn't want to overanalyze it, but she needed to be sure what he meant. "We can get some breakfast," she said. Then she carefully added, "I guess there's nothing wrong with hanging out as friends." A justification would be nice, since she had no idea what Dean's intentions were.

"How about a date?" he countered. He tilted his head and added a confident, irresistible smile. He didn't put much effort into asking her out; or at least he made it look that way. In fact, he's been thinking about it all night, but that was something Renee didn't need to know.

"A date?" she repeated and couldn't help smiling as well. A date was definitely more appealing than going out as friends, which would be kind of strange after they had kissed. Dean asking Renee on a date was a pleasant surprise for her; something she didn't expect to happen after she acted like she was no longer interested in him. She was glad it didn't discourage him. It actually seemed more as if it encouraged him, which was strange. It didn't really matter to her what made him do so; she was happy it happened. Her initial confusion and surprise caused by his question was quickly replaced with a smile, which would not go away. Renee didn't have to think twice about her answer. "Sounds lovely," she responded, but Dean already knew she would say yes.