Episode: Season 7 - Season Seven, Time For a Wedding! Pt. 3

While Sam was off with his new "wife", Dean and I had to get help from someone on a new case we'd found. And that help came in the form of a hunter supplied to us by Bobby named Garth. He was a sweet guy - funny and a bit of a nerd. He got on Dean's nerves, mostly because he was missing Sam, I think, but as for me, I thought he was great. I enjoyed having him around on the case. He was seemingly a lot of help, too because thanks to him, we deduced that the cause of all of our problems was a demon who was going around collecting souls.

And apparently, Becky had made a deal with him so that Sam would fall in love with her. I guess that's how I found myself in the middle of a fist fight with a couple of demons, Winchesters on either side of me. Currently though, Dean was nearly being strangled by the demon in question, his hands around his neck. I grabbed a knife then that had slid close to me and heaved it towards Dean. He caught deftly in his hand before holding it up to the demon's neck. Instantly, the demon let him go, backing up warily.

"How many deals you got cooking in this town?" Dean bit out harshly.

"Fifteen," the demon spat in his face.

"Yeah, well, call them off or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat,"

The demon's eyes flashed fear then as he gazed behind Dean.

"You're in a world-" Dean began to say when a familiar voice cut him off.

"Hello, boys," Crowley said and my gaze flicked to that of my father as he nodded to me curtly, "And daughter,"

Dean hurriedly pushed the demon in front of him, holding the knife to his neck once more as I stood beside him.

"Sam, mazel tov. Who's the lucky lady?" he greeted Sam, eyeing Becky curiously.

"You're Crowley!" Becky said with wide eyes, recognizing him.

"And you're...well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear," Crowley shrugged.

I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth, "Yeah...not so much going on in the noggin, I'm afraid,"

Crowley smirked at me appreciatively and I returned it before frowning, remembering myself. He began to walk closer to us when Dean stopped him.

"Ah, another step and I'll Columbian necktie your little friend here!" Dean warned him.

"Please, don't let him get off that easy," Crowley said.

"Sir, I don't think that you-" the demon started but he cut him off.

"I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Jackson sold you out. E-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box," he explained, his eyes flitting to one of the dead demons on the floor briefly, "I assume that's my whistle-blower. Shame. Had a future. Unfortunately, you don't,"

"I was just-" he began to protest but again, Crowley interrupted.

"I only have one rule. Make a deal, keep it,"

"Well, technically, I didn't-"

"There's a reason we don't call our chits in early. Consumer confidence. This isn't Wall Street, this is Hell. We have a little something called integrity. If this gets out, who will deal with us? Nobody. Then where are we?"

"I don't know,"

All throughout this little conversation, I found myself inching closer to Dean.

"That's right. You don't. Because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat. Now hand the idiot over. I'll cancel every deal he's made," Crowley said to Dean.

"What are you gonna do with him?" Dean eyed him cautiously.

"Make an example of him. Fair trade, right? We'll go our separate ways. No harm done,"

"What? Out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam piped up, having long since been free of Becky's spell.

"Years of demons at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?" Crowley asked in annoyance.

"We've been a little busy," Dean shrugged, jaw set as he looked over at my father.

"Hunting Leviathan. Yes, I know. That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads,"

We all shared a look before I finally spoke up.

"So what do you know about-" I started but he cut me off.

"Too much," he said quietly before speaking up, his eyes locked on mine, "You met that Dick yet? Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini. I hate the creatures. Squash them all, please. I'll stay clear,"

"Rip up the contracts first," Dean ordered him.

Instantly, Crowley snapped his fingers.

"Done and done," he smiled and I felt relief wash over me, "Your turn,"

The demon began to protest but Dean pushed him towards Crowley anyway.

My father smiled that he'd gotten his way again, "Pleasure, gentlemen,"

Suddenly, his eyes found mine and I sucked in a breath as he spoke.

"And Parker...come visit anytime." he said quietly, his voice slightly strained.

I glanced over at Dean, uncertain as to the meaning behind Crowley's words but when I looked back, he was gone. I felt a twinge of sadness at his exit but I pushed it down. We got ready to leave then after getting Sam's marriage to Becky annulled and sending her back home. The boys propped up against the hood of the car we'd borrowed for the time being, talking to Garth as I walked out of the building. I just caught the end of their conversation as I walked over to stand nearby.

"Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Garth said with emotion in his voice, "Well..."

Suddenly, he attacked Dean in a hug and a snicker escaped my mouth. Sam and I shared a grin at Dean's awkwardness and surprise before he hugged him back.

"Oh. Yeah," Dean stumbled over his words, unsure what to say, "All right, that's- thank you."

After he released him, it took two seconds before he'd swept me up into a hug as well. I laughed against his shoulder, his gangly arms wrapping around me in a friendly manner as I squeezed him back tightly before he let go.

"Bye Garth! Take care of yourself, alright? And don't forget to come visit us!" I called after him as he smiled, waving goodbye before climbing into his car.

"Aw, you made a fwiend," Sam mocked, grinning, while Dean shook his head, "Unh-uh."

As the car sped down the road, I made my way over to the boys.

"Look, man...about before-" Sam started to say but Dean cut him off.

"You mean, Parker wasn't your soulmate?" Dean mocked and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Shut up," he shot back, grinning.

"You know, I gotta say, man, for a whack job, you really pulled it together," Dean told him honestly.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me," Sam deadpanned before both of them burst out snickering.

I smiled at the both of my boys, finally getting along again.

"I'm just saying it's stupid to think that...that I was mad about something that happened so long ago. And even though I acted a bit-" he began when Sam was the one to cut him off.

"Childish?" he suggested, grinning.

Dean rolled his green eyes, shoving his brother, "Yeah, yeah... You're a grown-up now, Sam. And I think that that's...how I should have behaved, too."

They shared a smile right before Sam's gaze landed on mine.

He glanced between me and Dean and cleared his throat, "Right, well, I'm just gonna go...sit."

I shook my head at his awkwardness as he climbed into the front seat of the car, the door slamming shut behind him. It was just me and Dean then. I bit my lip, for the first time in a long time, I felt nervous around him.

"Parker..." Dean started before faltering once he met my eyes, a sigh escaping his mouth, "I don't do good at making apologies. But...for what it's worth, I am sorry for what I said...and did. You didn't deserve that,"

When I said nothing, he continued with more conviction, "And I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. And if you don't ever want to see me again-"

"Dean," I stopped him, cutting off his sentence with a smile that was slowly spreading across my face, "There's nothing to apologize for. I-I should've told you a long time ago. I just thought it was all in the past and that it didn't matter anymore...and to be honest, it still doesn't,"

He frowned in confusion then, eyebrows knitting together as I took a step closer so that I was standing in front of him.

"Because I'm not in love with Sam," I said, spreading my arms out before letting them fall to my sides with a slight slap to my jeans legs, "...I'm in love with you,"

His green eyes widened a fraction before a grin split his face. Instantly, his hands grabbed onto my hips roughly and he pulled me flush against him. Our lips connected like puzzle pieces, the kiss full of pent-up passion and emotion. My hands cupped his cheeks as his own roamed my sides, making shivers run up and down my spine as butterflies erupted in my stomach. This was it - the feeling I'd missed. The feeling only Dean Winchester could give me.

And my gosh...I was so glad to have him back.