I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ITS CHARACTERS.
Music Credit/Song Suggestion: "Honey Bee" - Blake Shelton

'Girl, I been thinking 'bout us, and you know I ain't good at this stuff.
These feelings piling up, won't give me no rest…

You'll be my soft and sweet.
I'll be your strong and steady.
You'll be my glass of wine.
I'll be your shot of whiskey.
You'll be my sunny day.
I'll be your shade tree.
You'll be my honeysuckle.
I'll be your honey bee…'

Chapter Five:

I went through the motions and did everything Balthazar and Cas directed me to do, with the bees. As cool as the bees were, it was even better seeing how Cas' face lit up around them and how much he really loved them. He caught me staring at him, many times, and I didn't even care. God, this man… I love him, and that's something that I'll take with me to the grave.

Sammy loved it. My face hurt from smiling and laughing so much. None of the fun facts they were telling us resonated. Can you blame me? Those baby blues were filled with adoration and I swear my brain just went blank, when I saw them. I really, really fucking love him. Fuck my life.

By the time we left, Balthazar had warmed up considerably, and had not stopped flirting with me. It was fun to poke fun at his expense, and to roast him, a little. Sammy was still acting hella protective of me, which is kinda new, but I wasn't complaining. I do the same for him, and he knows I'd have no problems laying out some grown ass dude harassing him – been there, done that.

Cas and I held hands all day. We found some great sales for clothes for Sam. He just grows so fast. It's important to me, that he has good, quality clothes that fit him. Don't get me wrong, we get a ton of our clothes from thrift stores, and sometimes army surplus stores, but being able to treat him made me feel good.

He never said it, but I know he loves it. His face lights up, whenever he gets something new, even if it is on the cheaper side. I do my best to make the kid feel as special and as important as I know he is. I just hate how limited I am. My best isn't always that great or glamorous, but Sammy never complains. He's seriously the best kid anyone could ever ask for.

We ended up going back to the diner for an early dinner. Cas made sure he opened the door for me, and let his hand settle on my lower back, as we walked inside. I couldn't help how much I loved his touch. He gave me a soft kiss, before we sat down at our booth. I blushed and toyed with the menu, while I tried to avoid all eye contact with anyone. I'm not used to this, at all.

"So, Cas, are you Dean's boyfriend now? What are your intentions with my sister?" Sammy asked Cas in a serious voice. I frowned at the change in tone, and glanced up at him, completely mortified.

"I'm her boyfriend, if she wants me to be. My intentions are to treat her to the best of my ability – to know her, to spend time with her, to grow with her, to take care of her, to be the best friend and partner I can be." Cas answered, just as serious. I looked over at him, as I let his words and gravely tone wash over me. Is this even my life, right now?

"Um, I do." I squeaked. They both looked over at me. I was blushing, so hard. I knew my face was bright red. "I do want you to be my boyfriend. I would love that. I just… We can't let my dad know. He'll flip a gasket, and that's a colossal understatement." I added, biting my lip, and feeling like shit, that I even had to add that caveat.

"Of course, Dean, I understand." Cas promised, as he took my hand into his and interlaced our fingers over the table. I smiled at him. It's impossible not to. How did I get so fucking lucky? Someone pinch me.

"Good. I'm glad. If you ever hurt her, I'll conspire with Meg, Charlie, and Anna to get my revenge on you. And I promise that I'll deliver." Sammy finished his shovel speech and Cas seemed tickled and impressed.

"Can we eat now?" I asked, changing the subject. "I need some pie." I announced. They both laughed.

The day went beautifully. I felt like I was floating all night. I knew that the feeling couldn't last forever, and that sooner than later, it'd come crashing down, but I was doing my best to enjoy it.

My phone ringing pulled me from my thoughts. I sighed, when I saw Dad's name pop up on my caller ID.

"Hey, Dad," I answered, suddenly somber. I could hear the tell-tale sounds of a bar in the background.

"Dean, I'm glad you picked up. Listen, I know that I took it a little too far last time, and I'm sorry." He breathed. He sounded sober. He didn't slur his words, at all.

"Thanks, Dad, for saying that." I replied, softly, taken aback.

"Of course, Son," he replied. I sighed. I don't think he's ever referred to me as his daughter, at all, during my life. I learned long ago that correcting him, just ends with my ass getting beat to hell.

"Are you doing okay, Dad?" I asked, shoving everything I actually wanted to say away.

"I came upon a new opportunity, Dean, and I'll need your help for it. We both know that you're a hard worker, and rightfully so. You should be taking care of your family. That's your job. You already know that." Dad explained. My heart plummeted into my stomach. I have an awful feeling.

"Daddy, I already have a job. I don't have any time for another one. You know that I work doubles at the diner, like everyday, to pay for our bills, including yours. I'm the only one who is actually working right now." I growled, before I could stop myself, despite knowing better.

"Did I ask for backtalk? No, I didn't. Shut the hell up, Deanna, and listen to me. Am I clear?" He said in a dangerously low voice. I gulped.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good girl. I wasn't asking you. I was telling you. Stop pretending like you have a choice. I've entertained your diner job long enough. Your wages ain't cutting it, Kid. You could be making so much more. Alastair has a job for you, that you will not refuse." He announced.

My heart plummeted, as I sank to my knees and didn't say anything. Alastair is the one person in town that everyone avoids. He's dangerous. He pimps people out and doesn't care much for their well-being. He's particularly violent, and I've caught him making eyes at me, countless times, when I've had to pick up Dad.

"Alastair?" I wheezed, my head felt like it was spinning.

"Yes, Son, Alastair. He wants you and I can't think of a reason not to let him. He's going to put us up in a much nicer house and cover all of our expenses. All of my bar tabs will be covered and he'll forgive my gambling debts. He knows that I have no other way to pay them off. I won't want for anything. In return, I give him you. Sam will stay with Bobby and Ellen. I've already talked to them about it.

"You'll be quitting your job at that run-down diner. I canceled the lease at the apartment, and got all of the money back. Even with the apartment money, it's not even close to what I owe. You're a good-looking kid, Dean. You look so much like your mother. You whoring yourself out is inevitable. It's what every woman does. I'm just helping you get a jump start. I don't want to hear any complaining from you.

"We'll be in a duplex. You get one side and I'll get the other. I gave Bobby and Ellen the rent money to help with Sam's expenses. You probably won't see him for a while. And if you even think of running, I will hunt your ass down, and you'll never see your brother, again. Am I clear?" He growled.

"Yeah," I breathed, barely hearing myself.

My mind was working on overdrive. Alastair? I don't think I've even had one conversation with him, but even I know his reputation, and what a scary guy he is. He's the biggest player in town. Everything here goes through him. His partners run the businesses for him, but he's still the head honcho. I need to talk to him myself. I need to come up with some sort of plan.

"Good. I'll see you in two days." He added, before hanging up the phone. I let my head fall in between my legs and tried to breathe through my panic attack. And just like that, all the safety I had, everything I've worked so hard to build, all of it, is gone.

'If you'll be my Louisiana, I'll be your Mississippi.
You'll be my little Loretta.
I'll be your Conway Twitty.
You'll be my sugar, baby.
I'll be your sweet iced tea.
You'll be my honeysuckle.
I'll be your honey bee.

Your kiss just said it all.
I'm glad we had this talk, nothing left to do, but fall in each other's arms…

I'll be your honey bee.'