[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as she understood the joke and retorted with her own.  He couldn’t help scanning her face as he looked at her in the neon lights of the bar.  It was nice.  He could already see how relaxed she seemed, just being out of the chaos that was their life, even if just for a little while.

“Me too.”, he quipped back, waggling his eyebrows.  He drank his triple in one shot, tapping the glass on the bar to ask for another, turning back to her, “You see…I seem to remember we had some good times.  Like, crazy ‘come back soon’ kind of good times.”

He smiled briefly at the bartender as she brought him the bottle.  

“And Sam knows nothing about any of it.  I don’t figure he expects you to stay around long.  But I do…”, he started again, raising his eyebrows at her to make sure she knew he was being honest, “I think you should roll with us, even after tonight…even after all this is over.  You have nowhere else to be.”

He leaned in close, clinking his glass against hers, with a smile.  He could be manipulative if he wanted to be, and right now, he was torn.  On one hand, he wanted to manipulate her into staying, for the company if nothing else.  On the other hand, he wanted her as far away as she could get, to keep her safe.

“But I want you safe.  What are you thinking right now?”, he asked randomly, scanning her eyes.