I leaned my head against the dry silent hotel room wall as I sipped on the Margarita that Dean had just past me. I felt my head beginning to swim in the idea of intoxication as Dean grinned at me across the small doorway that separated the room from the bathroom.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked, almost in a sleepy tone. Dean's smile faded slightly as I added, "I bet you're over the moon about this bullshit."

"I wish I was," Dean admitted, looking down at his Margarita.

"I wish you were too." I frowned, looking up from my glass. "Have you ever been cheated on?"

"No." Dean sighed, heavily, adjusting himself. "I have not."

"You were probably the one doing the cheating, weren't you?" I growled, squinting my eyes in suspicion.

"Rude." Dean acted hurt and clutched his chest as we both chuckled. Once the giggles died down, he added, "I haven't been with someone long enough for that to happen."

"You know why?" I slurred, pointing at him as he grinned at my drunkenness.

"Why what?" He asked, amused, tipping his glass to his lips, which caused me to watch him carefully. This caught him off guard, "What is it?"

"I wish I was that glass." I found falling out of my mouth, earning a skeptical grin from him. "I shouldn't have said that."

He sighed, shifting the subject.

"What do you think you know?" He shifted on the floor a little as I reached over to pull a can of beer from the box closest to me. "Are you sure about that -?"

"- I think," I sighed, attempting to allow my lips to catch up to my brain. "you haven't been with someone long enough to get cheated on because, for one; you'd be hard to cheat on," Dean chuckled as I continued after pulling the tab open on the beer can. "two; you're scared."

Dean's grin faded slowly.

"What?" He looked confused.

"You're terrified to find someone that you'll be happy with," I smirked, raising myself off the wall only to collapse against the wall next to Dean. "because once it gets taken away from you...whether it's taken by fate, temptation, or life...it hurts."

Dean leaned his head against the doorway and draped his gaze over to me.

"It hurts." I blinked back tears and dropped my gaze away from his tempting eyes. A knowing silence hung over us as I slowly looked up into his green eyes, which were still studying me.

"Can I ask you something?" Dean's voice broke through my mind fog as He sat down his Margarita.

"You just did." I grinned, leaning my head against the wall and being, suddenly, very aware of how closer our faces were.

"What did you mean when you said you gave them everything?" Dean questioned, as my awareness drifted away and some soberness began to sprinkle into my brain.

"Um," I sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "I meant," I smacked my lips attempting to gather my thoughts. "my soul."

"I'm sure it can feel that way -" Dean started, but I shook my head roughly as I fought back some fear. "- Dani, I've heard women talk like that about giving themselves to someone for the first time and I'm sure that's how it feels but -"

"- No Dean," I stated, seriously earning a facial change. "Nick and I never..." I trailed off, earning an eyebrow raise as he pulled himself off the floor and moved to the nearest chair after pulling it up to me. "...he wanted to, but it never happened."

Dean tilted his head in shock.

"What?" I looked up at him.

"I thought that would have happened by now..." Dean shrugged, leaning on his knees. "...was that by choice or religious obligations?"

"Choice," I smirked, feeling my eyes harden. "It's always a choice."

"Okay," Dean gasped, holding his hands up in defense. "Then, what did you mean by everything?"

"Dean," I sighed, feeling myself sobering up as I looked up into his eyes. "I gave my time, my heart, and my literal soul."

Dean beamed.

"I made a deal at a crossroads with Lillith -"

"- What?!" Dean almost shouted, rising out of the chair.

"- She was the Bitch you guys saw at the Bar the first night at the hotel," I stated, dropping my gaze as Dean's face flushed into a serious tense stance. "She came to change the terms of our deal."

Dean wrapped his fingers within each other behind his head as he attempted to catch his breath.

"Is this how you knew Sierra was alive?" He managed to exhale.

"Yes." I nodded, now staring down at the area of the carpet he was sitting at. "She agreed to protect Sierra long enough for me to get to her, in exchange for my soul. If I didn't deliver, she'd take mine...but that's expanded."

"Expanded?" Dean echoed, looking shaken.

"She offered a different item of exchange," I stated, almost in a whisper. "she said one of you."

"One of who?" Dean asked, confused. "Sam and I?"

"Yes." I frowned, looking up to the ceiling and sighing, and suddenly felt a surge of tears begin to stream down my face. "I won't take it," I stated, shooting to my feet and stumbling into the bathroom. My eyes shot into the reflection, past myself, and on Dean's figure. "I won't take the deal, I won't let that Bitch take Sierra or neither of you."

"So you made a deal with a Demon, the Demon..." Dean stated, trying to put the situation together in his head. "...and then not fall through on your side of the deal even though she kept Sierra alive?"

"I care too much." I frowned, dropping my gaze to the gross sink, then suddenly felt another surge of emotion as I rounded on Dean, "It's not like you wouldn't have done the same thing for Sam."

"I -" He started, but caught himself. "- Yeah, I've done it a few times."

"How did you survive?" I asked, feeling my balance slowly coming back.

"Fighting and Luck." He shook his head, stepping towards me. "You barely know Sam and me, why not just give up one of us?"

"Because I'm not a fucking Monster, Dean -" I found myself almost shouting, turning away from him. "- I'm someone that did as she was told up until everything I worked so fucking hard to protect, turned on me."

Dean frowned and stood in silence.

"Sierra doesn't know, does she?" His voice cut deep as I flinched at the sound of her name.

"No, and she won't," I stated, finding myself climbing into the dry bathtub and lying down. "I won't let any of you take the fall for something I did."

"Dani..." Dean appeared at the door, watching as I just lay there staring up at the ceiling. "...how long did she give you?"

"3 months." I exhaled heavily, allowing my head to drop to the left so that my eyes were on him. "3 months for my sister to survive whatever she was going through, and she slept with my Boyfriend. 3 months to save my sister, and my Boyfriend gets to live happily ever after."

Dean moved from the door to the side of the tub dropped onto the ground and stretched his legs parallel to the tub, and he was sitting opposite me.

"Isn't that fucked?" I asked, beginning to chuckle.

"It's heroic," Dean stated, watching as I giggled through some tears. "You loved him, didn't you?"

"I did." I found myself almost whining. "I'm sure this is attractive..."

"...what, seeing you be human?" He asked, leaning off the wall. "You're as beautiful as ever, Dani."

I frowned up at him and felt my tears streaming down my cheek and dripping off my chin.

"Come on..." He reached his hand out for me to take after pulling himself up. "...come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked, not moving.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, seriously leaning down a little to get closer to my face.

I hesitated but took his hand - only to feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my skin at the feel of his warm, comforting body heat. He led me to the bed in the next room and placed me down on the edge of the bed as he turned off the bathroom light and the light above the door.

I watched as he moved around the room, turning off all the lights, finding the TV remote, and pulling down the bed. He reached over and pulled a shirt out of his bag tossed it to me, and slid off his shirt.

I swallowed hard and felt my eyes go wide as he exposed his chest to me.

"Fuck," I gasped, earning a smile from him.

"Change." He ordered, and I did as he said, and then he gestured for me to get in bed. "Come on..."

"Dean -" I started, only for him to hold his hand up.

"- do you trust me?" He asked again, making me sigh and pull down my side of the bed and slide in between the sheets. He slid in on his side as well and gestured for me to slide across the mattress to be closer to him. He lifted his muscular arm and nodded at my hesitation as I slowly placed my head on his chest.

I felt my tears overflowing at this point and as much as I fought to stay quiet, I sniffed too hard, and he lowered his arm around my torso and I suddenly felt myself relax.

I frowned down at the 'happy line' that stretched out in front of me, and closed my salty eyes, only to flinch at the slight burn, and felt myself drifting off, but wasn't fully asleep when I heard Dean whisper something to himself.

"...it's okay."

*

"Jesus!" I shouted, snatching my towel off the bed as Dean walked through the hotel room door, immediately shielding his eyes in an attempt to avoid confrontation.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" He chuckled turning around to face the exit while I quickly pulled my jeans up grabbed the closest shirt to me and threw it over my chest. "I didn't know you were awake yet."

"Yeah..." I grinned, zipping and buttonening my pants. "...you can look now - What's that?" I gasped, realizing what he had in his hands as he turned back to me. 

"I got you coffee...I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got you a black with two types of creamers, the only ones that had, sugar." He elaborated, moving into the room and placing the cup holder next to the TV. "I know I didn't have to, but -"

"- Thank you." I grinned, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him into a small hug. "Really...nicest thing anyone's done for me in a while." I grinned, starting my magical mixture as he started to do the same with his cup. 

"Um," He cleared his throat after we both managed to finish making our coffee and took a sip. "are you ready to go back?"

I frowned, dropping onto the unmade bed.

"I don't know, I probably should -" I sighed, glaring down at the floor. "- I'll just," I paused as Dean dropped on the bed beside me, "I'll just have to face them again, you know?"

"I get it." Dean nodded quietly, sipping on his coffee. 

"You know," I sighed, turning to face him. "Nick's going to think we did something last night."

"We did." Dean smiled, looking up at me and winking. 

"You know what I mean..." I chuckled, smiling and pulling some hair out of my face. 

"Well," Dean sighed after a moment of comfortable silence. "you're not him." 

"I'm not." I smiled up at him from my coffee. "Neither are you."

There was a moment where our gaze lingered for far too long, and I felt it was the moment. 

There was a shine in his eyes, his lips were perfect - it seemed. His body language spoke volumes as he slowly leaned forward, but didn't lean too far - which I mirrored. 

A distant car door slam interrupted the mood, and we both turned from each other and sipped on our coffee.

"Can I drive?" Dean teased, rising and snatching my keys off the dresser. 

"Go for it, let me get my shit out of the bathroom and I guess we can head back." I sighed, setting my coffee down and stepping into the bathroom. I gathered my toiletries and tossed them into my bag as Dean finished picking up the trash bags from our night last night. "Thanks." I nodded, gesturing to the tiny trashcans. 

He nodded, as he headed off to toss the bags and return the hotel room key I took our bags and tossed them into the backseat, then dropped into the passenger seat - realizing it had been a long time since I rode shotgun in my car.

"Guy was creepy," sighed Dean, dropping into the driver's seat. "He asked for your number."

"Oh?" I chuckled, shaking my head as he slid the key into the ignition and let my beauty roar to life. "Be nice to her."

"She's beautiful..." smiled Dean, looking over at me. "...have you named her yet?"

I paused, "No, I hadn't thought about it - but she is a beauty -"

"- Beauty!" Dean almost cheered as he shifted the car into gear and started down the road.

I nodded, looking around my car as he seemed to fall in love with the sound, the seat, the radio, the grip on the steering wheel. Beauty was a beautiful name for this car - but there was a part of me that took in his face as he drove us back to Bobby's place, and I wished that smitten look he was projecting was for me instead of the car.

A hint of guilt shot through my heart at the pull I had for Dean, considering things are so fucked up with Nick.

Were we still together?

Were we going to stay together?

Were we going to work it out?

What the fuck was I going to do when I got back?

Although I appreciated Dean coming with me and being who I needed last night, the support and the unbelievable person he already was...it just seemed like it made me pull towards him more - which was just salt in the wound at this point.

It was stinging.