Author's Note: This chapter was originally longer but the way this ended, I think you would appreciate it.

Thanks for all of the love on this story. It's so much fun to write!

The sunshine peered through the sheer window covering and kissed Dean's face, waking him up. He rubbed his eyes and looked over to his girlfriend, who was still soundly asleep. He kissed her shoulder before he got up and put on some lounge pants and headed downstairs. He made his way around the kitchen and made some coffee, taking a sip of it before he made his way to the living room.

He barely slept at all the night before, not that he complained much. They spent most of the night making love as if the end of the world was the next day. If it wasn't the scorching sex that kept them both up, it was the constant little noise. Drunken patrons singing songs as they poured out of a nightclub. Constant horns from cars and buses. The creaks and noises from the apartment itself.

Dean was sure he would have to swallow more coffee than he was comfortable with that day. It didn't matter and it wouldn't. He was with the love of his life and that was his only concern.

He dug into his duffel bag and checked his cell phone. He was surprised he'd received a flurry of phone calls and messages from Renee. He quickly checked them; she'd only left a cryptic message – Dean, call me! It's urgent!

He set his coffee down and dialed her. His mind raced on what could've happened to her and if she was in some trouble. Though Renee had annoyed him something terrible with her latest stunt, he still cared for her as a person.

"Finally!" Renee breathed into the phone. "I was trying to get a hold of you all night! Where have you been?"

"I'm out of town," Dean didn't offer any further details, "what's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I was just so worried about you because I couldn't get a hold of you," she finally sighed.

"I'm fine," Dean briefly looked up and watched Sydney turn over, "what's up?"

"I need a huge favor from you," she began, "you know my show? There might be a part for you on it."

Renee always considered herself a bigger star than what she really was. Though it was clear she was on a reality show, she never actually described it as such. He humored her one time and watched an episode. Dean could honestly say he probably could've spent had a better time watching paint dry. "Renee, I'm not really into any of that."

"Come on," she continued, "it'll be fun. You can garner some more exposure for the Kings."

"I think the Kings are fine by themselves…"

"And you can donate your salary to the food bank charity you often donate to." Renee heard Dean's sigh on the other line and knew she got him. He once watched a documentary on homelessness and was so moved by it, he vowed to do his part so no child would go hungry. Every year, he quietly donated a very generous amount to the local food bank. Of course, Dean would do anything for the kids. "What do you say?"

"I say I have to think about it," he glanced back up and smiled at a sleepy Sydney. Her normally straightened hair was the perfect combination of being sexed and restless.

"Can you let me know as soon as possible? I need to let the producers know about your role."

"Okay," Dean locked eyes with Sydney and winked at her.

"Where are you?" She asked. "Are you visiting family?"

"You can say that," he watched Sydney slowly navigate her way down the stairs, "look, Renee. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." He hung up on her and made a beeline to Sydney.

"Oh no, not yet!" She covered her mouth and shook her head. "My breath smells like bad decisions and regrets."

"I smelled your breath before," he nuzzled her neck, "and it doesn't smell too bad."

"That's before. That's not last night." She pulled away. "Let me freshen up a bit." She hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out with a bright smile and better breath. She cozied up to her boyfriend and kissed him. "That's much better."

"Mmm, I like you no matter what," he purred.

After the all night marathon Sydney would forever coin as the Sexual Olympics, in which she was sure Dean earned more than a few gold medals, she didn't have to think twice about what he said. "Are you ready for breakfast?" She walked into the kitchen. "I can pour a mean cup of milk into a bowl."

"Let's go out to eat," he suggested, "I want to see San Francisco through your eyes."

"It's going to get expensive if we do that," she warned, "I'm cheap but I have expensive taste."

"I'm game," Dean smiled, revealing his dimples. "It's my vacation with my favorite girl and I want us to have fun. Let's go."

Visiting family, he says…

Renee was never a patient person. As a child, she often foot-stomped her way into getting what she wanted. The behavior continued when she was a teen and grew into an adult. She may not have been foot stomping but she developed a nasty little habit of being manipulative with words and sometimes, actions. She was the bitch everyone loved to hate but secretly hated to love. She knew if people didn't care about her, they wouldn't watch what she was doing, and she was the primary reason why everyone tuned in every Tuesday night.

Now that she fed Dean a hook, it was time to wheel him in. If he was visiting family, she needed to be in the area and surprise him. She picked out an outfit that would knock him dead on his feet and made sure she packed a hot little lingerie number to further seal the deal. She quickly booked a flight and headed to the airport and Dean's heart.

Renee was on her way to Chicago.