Til Next Time

   Dean looked at his watch. 8:00. He smiled just a little to himself like he always did when he got to see her. He would never really understand why he kept going back. Going back wasn't really his style. But there was just something about her. He picked up his jacket.
   "Where are you going?" Sam looked up. Dean seemed happy and that seemed weird. Good but definitely not usual.
  "Out." That's all his brother would say."Don't wait up." Dean pocketed the keys to the Impala, leaving Sam wondering where the hell he was going. Inside the car he pulled out his phone and scrolled down. Debbie. He smiled again. I'm on my way he texted.
   She saw him when he came in the bar. He had that soft gaze in those green eyes and that slow sweet smile creeping over his perfect lips and just like every time he came back. It might be a year in between visits, with a call late at night or a random text. But still every time he just made her melt inside. He sat on the stool at the end of the bar just like he had that night ten years ago. He's been so sad and alone that night. Not like tonight. Tonight his green eyes were smiling, crinkles showing just a little age. She paused tray in hand as she rounded the corner of the bar. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her close
  She smiled up at him. He said "Hello sweetheart." His lips were close to hers and she wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss her too. She could tell.
   "Easy there cowboy," she laughed. "I get off in half an hour. You need a beer?" Dean turned her loose.
   "I want more than that. But yeah I'll take a beer." The tone of his voice was rough and low. It made her shiver slightly. He smiled a more naughty smile.
    "You got both." She whispered her response and he let her go. She returned with an El Sol and sat it in front of him. He raised the bottle to those perfect lips and watched her interact with her customers. She felt pretty and special and cherished because Dean Winchester was all eyes for her.
    Half an hour later he was leaning on the Impala when she exited the bar. She hurried to him and felt his arms go around her,enveloping her with himself as he pulled her tight against his chest. His lips sought hers and she kissed him back with passion. "God I missed you," he whispered his mouth close to her ear as he placed a kiss on her neck. "Let's go to your place" he said. He kissed her again and she thought she might die from happiness.
    She sighed and he laughed. "What?" He rolled over to face her and pushed himself up on one elbow
   "Nothing. You sounded cute." He reached out and pulled her close. Pressing her head into his chest he brushed her hair back.She snuggled closer feeling safe and warm and loved. It was always this way when he was here. Had been since that first night. She knew he would go soon. He never stayed but he always came back. She knew it was silly to love him so much. Dean wasn't the man who was going to marry you or have a family but he had ruined her for other men.
   "Dean..." She began. He looked down at her. What the hell why not be honest. " I love you." She waited for him to stiffen up. For him to go. He didn't. He pulled her even closer and kissed the top of her head.
   " I know." He kissed her forehead. "Love you too". Her eyes misted over and a tear escaped and ran down her cheek. He thumbed it away and when she looked up at him his eyes were glassy too.
   "Do you have to go?" She was sure he would. He always did.
      He shook his head, pulling the covers over them, settling his head against hers."No. I can stay." She allowed sleep to claim her as she dozed off in his arms. He was so beautiful as she looked up at him once more, his lashes much too long to belong to a man. He looked content,saited and peaceful. They slept.
      The next morning he was gone. His pillow still smelled like him and she hugged it to her. Rolling over she saw the note he'd left on the nightstand. She picked it up and read it.
     "Bye beautiful. Til next time. Love, Dean. " She'd be waiting. She'd wait forever. Because it was Dean. Because she knew he'd come back. She pressed the note to her heart and hugged his pillow giving in to the tears.