"Dean, I'm just going to take a shower, I'll be out in a minute." You told him as he stood there, staring at you with sad, puppy dog eyes.

"Can't I join you?" He asked. "It's too lonely out here."

That's how the past two days had gone. Dean wouldn't leave your side, unless it was trips to the bathroom, but he still stood out the door, waiting for the moment you were done. At first it hadn't been too bad, you loved all the attention Dean was showering you with. But you knew this wasn't the real Dean, that he wouldn't be this dependent, and you grew to wishing he would back off. Even just a little bit.

"Dean, why don't you go help Sam with some research." You said, even though you couldn't believe yourself. Here was Dean, begging to get naked and wet with you, and you were pushing him away. But you really needed some time to yourself.

"Fine." He answered, leaving the room and you behind. Another thing about this curse, he would always do as you asked. It was nice at first, but then you started to miss your arguments with your green eyed hunter.

Hopping into the shower, you scrubbed your body clean, singing along to the song in your head, enjoying your time alone.

Stepping out, you screamed when a hand reached out and handed you a towel. "Damn it Dean, you scared the crap out of me!" You scolded him, as you wrapped the towel around your body.

"Sorry." He said, his eyes downcast as he realized he had upset you. "I just came to tell you Sam found a case."

"Alright, I'll be out in a minute." You told him, using your hand to chase him out the room. Once he had left, you got dressed quickly, choosing a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, throwing on a maroon and black flannel.

Tossing your hair into a messy bun, you grabbed your boots before heading out to the library where Sam sat with his face buried in his laptop, and Dean sitting across from him.

Upon Seeing you, Dean's face lit up in a smile and he grabbed your wrist, pulling on you until you plopped down in his lap. "Dean!" You laughed, as Sam just shook his head.

"So, I found this case where four people have died, all their bodies turning into mush." Small explained, ignoring his brother who was currently running his hand up and down your arm.

"Didn't you guys hunt something like that before? With Charlie?" You asked as shivers ran through your body at Dean's touch.

"Yeah, it was a Djinn that fed on fear." Dean whispered into your ear before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck.

"Dean, we're working on a case here." You chastised him, but you were secretly enjoying it.

"I was thinking since it's only a couple of hours from here, we would leave in the morning." Sam suggested, and you nodded.

"Sounds great to me. Now what to do tonight?" You asked, as Dean continued to press soft kisses to your neck.

Sam stood up, stretching his long frame. "Well, I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink. Maybe we could hit a bar tonight."

You agreed with Sam, a couple of drinks sounded amazing. "Fine, let me go change, and then we can go." You started to stand up, but Dean grasped your hand, pulling you back down into his lap.

"Don't leave me." He pleaded with you, placing his forehead against your back, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Dean." You sighed. "I'm going to go change, then we are going to the bar. And if you want, we can dance there."

He perked up at that news. "Sounds good to me." He said, finally letting you go.

You made your way into your room, opening your closet. Deciding to stay with your black jeans, you switched your shirt for a light blue one that showed a little more skin. Grabbing your leather coat, you returned to the hallway, just as Dean did. He had just changed his shirt, into your favorite red and blue plaid one.

He offered you his hand, and you accepted, meeting Sam at the Impala. Dean picked the bar, a relatively new one, and you could tell it was popular by the amount of cars parked around the industrial looking building.

Dean placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you into the packed room. There were people of every variety, college students, middle aged folks, and bikers. You name it, everyone was here, and they were busy sitting at the bar, dancing on the crowded dance floor, or playing on the multitude of pool tables.

Sam scored a booth towards the back, and Dean went up to order the first round. "Wow, this place is crazy!" You yelled over the music blaring.

Sam just nodded, as Dean came back with the first round of beer, along with shots of whiskey. "Maybe I should have picked somewhere a little less crowded." He whispered into your ear as passed you your shot.

Quickly downing it, you started on your beer, as you enjoyed watching all the people in front of you. "Dean, why don't you go hustle some pool." You suggested, wanting Dean to do something for himself for a change.

He downed his beer, before signaling for another round. "But I don't want to leave you." He protested.

Sam had left by this time, heading over to the bar where a couple of pretty college girls were staring at him and giggling. You wished him luck. "Dean, I will be fine. I'm just going to sit here, and wait for the next round. Then, when you are done, we will dance."

Your compromise worked, he scooted out of the booth and made his way to where some college students were starting a game. Breathing a sigh of relief, you were glad to be alone. The waitress brought the other round over, and you sipped on your beer as you watched Sam lead a pretty brunette to a secluded table. Dean was acting drunk, and the college students were buying it.

"Hey pretty lady." You heard from the side of the booth, and you glanced up to see a tall, handsome college student staring down at you.

You just nodded, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, but either he was clueless or didn't take no for an answer, because he slid into the seat across from you. "What's a pretty girl doing alone in a busy bar like this?"

"I'm not alone." You said simply, glancing to see that Dean was still involved in his pool game, and you could no longer see Sam.

He leaned forward, and you could smell the cheap whiskey on his breath. "Well, whoever you were with left you, so why not hang out with me. I'm a nice guy."

You leaned back to try to get away from him. "Listen, what's your name?"

He started grinning, as if he had won. "The name's Luke. What's yours sweetheart?"

"Y/N. Listen Luke, if you value your pretty face, I would walk away. Because when my boyfriend sees you, and he will, he is not going to be happy. And he get's scary when he's mad." You tried to make him listen.

He grasped your hand, pulling you closer to him, and you almost gagged as his breath hit you square in the face. "I'm not scared of no redneck. Now how about we get out of here and have a little fun." He told you, pulling your arm, trying to get you to follow him out of the bar.

"Get your hands off of her." Dean growled, as he stood at the edge of the booth. "Now, before you make me really mad."

You looked up, noticing Dean's eyes were almost black with rage. Luke must have noticed the same thing, because he automatically released your hand, scooting out of the bench, falling on his butt in his haste to get away from Dean. You were about ready to scoot into the corner of the booth, Dean was that scary.

Luke bounded to his feet, running through the crowd, and Dean started to follow him. Grabbing his hand, you stopped him. "Dean, it's okay. He did nothing." You told him, before pulling him into the seat next to you.

"It's just hard. Between this stupid curse, and the Mark, I'm really torn right now. I want to follow after him and rip him to shreds. But I also want to stay here, as close to you as possible." He moaned, holding his head in his hands.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you. "Dean, look at me. Stay with me. We will figure this out, all of this. But right now, I was thinking a dance was in order."

He smiled at you, and you about melted, but then he held his hand out and you took it, letting him pull you onto the dance floor as a slow song started playing.