Personal Bodyguard

You barely sleep knowing Dean is only so many feet away on the sofa. Various thoughts play in your mind on why he did what he did tonight. You know why though—he's going to be respectful knowing you have a boyfriend. You finally give up being in denial and accept his true, unspoken gentlemen-like excuse.

The alarm decides to go off right as you finally are sleeping like a baby. Your body startles itself, tumbling off the bed wrapped up in the blanket. A short screech escapes from you that echoes out into the rest of the house. As you sit there dumbfounded by your actions, Dean bursts through the bedroom door with shaggy hair and crooked gray sweatpants. Shirtless. He aims his gun inside the room. Fierce, green eyes search the bedroom until he realizes you are shaking on the floor.

"Dean! It's just me!" You cried out. Dean's eyes go wide as he hurries to holster his weapon. He rushes over to assist you off the floor apologizing every step of the way. "Dean, I'm fine. It was just me being...well, clumsy. The alarm startled me is all," you lightly giggle as he pulls you to stand. He doesn't let go of your hands at first until you peer up at him through your lashes. As fast as he withdraws them, you brace yourself against his forearms.

A longing for one another reflects in each other's eyes. Dean opens his mouth to say something but stops when your alarm goes off again from you forgetting that you hit snooze. "Shit," you mumbled, jerking yourself away trying to find the alarm clock that fell between your bed and nightstand. Once you find it and stop the nagging sound, you flop on your bed puffing out a long breath of air. Dean chuckles taking a seat beside you. Once he turns towards you, he moves the hair out of your face that has fallen all disarrayed.

"Think you better get ready for work, babygirl. I'll  drive you to work if you like. I have to go meet Sam there anyways," Dean tries to sound positive. Inside he's dying to throw you on the bed and make passionate love to you. Tell you that you never have to work again. That he will take care of you indefinitely.

Dean gives you space to get ready for your shift. You are too distracted by Dean being in the other room that you do not realize you are finished getting ready. You've gone through the motions so many times it's muscle memory now. You work more than anything else because the anything else that you want will never happen.

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Dean greets you with a fresh cup of coffee the moment you walk into the kitchen. The hot aroma widens your pink lip-glossed smile that reaches your closed eyes. Taking a deep inhale of the hot coffee, you keep your eyes closed enjoying the simple gesture. Upon opening them, you are greeted by Dean wearing a cute grin.

"Damn, sweetheart...," Dean said gruffly. His eyes drink you in from head to toe, enjoying the crimson shade taking over your skin. "Besides coffee, I know one other thing that gets you to smile like that," Dean smirked, trying to control himself from acting on the dirty memories torturously replaying them in his mind. His expression shifts. "I know they bring a smile to mine," he spoke barely above a whisper allowing a bit of hope peek through his handsome smile.

Before you can respond, tires loudly screeching from outside have you and Dean both jerk your heads towards the door. Dean cocks a brow at you but all you can do is shake your head with widen eyes.

"Stay here," Dean sternly demanded before heading for the door. He swings it open with his weapon ready. All he sees is tail lights disappearing down the street and exhaust filling the air near the driveway.

Dean marches back inside to discover you pacing in the spot he left you. Your feet come to a halt hearing the door open. "What the hell was that?" You try to hide the fear in your voice but Dean picks up on it. Shaking his head, he grabs your work bag off the floor near the entryway.

"No one, sweetheart. Probably some dumb kid. Come on, let's get you to work hmm?" Dean flips off the lights behind you. He places a hand on your lower back guiding you out of your place, taking a glimpse over his shoulder before fully closing the front door.

"Yeah, but Dean, that was weird and, and...," you try to finish your sentence but Dean just reassures you everything is fine. He leads you to his car opening the door like he always has done. Dean stays on alert while you get inside the passenger seat. His eyes scan the area in search of anything or anyone suspicious. Thankfully, he discovers nothing.

Dean rushes to the driver's side keeping a calm, cool, collective demeanor. He throws Baby in reverse and head towards the hospital. His eyes glance over at you peering out the window. When he sees your bouncy leg, he reaches over and wraps his hand around your lower thigh. With a gentle tug, you naturally slide over next to him. Dean wraps his arm around you keeping you close. Your head falls on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself.

"I'll always keep you safe, babygirl. Always," Dean murmured before kissing the top of your hair that's neatly slicked back into a braided ponytail. Your hand grasps his shirt as you cuddle up closer to him, knowing you shouldn't mess with your heart but you didn't care.

You'll enjoy the time you have with him before stepping back into reality.

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"Dean, I can go inside by myself. I don't need a bodyguard," you laughed as he opens up the passenger side door. You take a short glance around the parking garage for anyone who might know you and did not need them running back to Ryan about your personal driver.

"I know, sweetheart. Until Sam and I catch this thing that's apparently making your hospital it's own personal restaurant, I am going to do my best to stick around in the background keeping a close eye on you," Dean surveyed the area while closing the door behind you. The palm of his hand rests on your lower back guiding you like he done so earlier back at your house. There's a warmth that flows through your body by such a simple yet protective gesture. Something you are beginning to realize you do not experience with your current boyfriend.

The elevator ride is quiet between you and Dean. You constantly readjust your Bogg bag out of needing to do something besides just stand there.  The elevator comes to a stop at the main lobby. When the metal doors open wide, you breathe a sigh of relief and make a quick exit. Dean follows after you despite the pep in your step. Right as you make it to your unit, you spin around giving Dean a small smile and thank him for the ride.

"Alright, what's going on? You are trying to get rid of me like some venereal disease," an awkward chuckle flows from Dean's mouth as he steps a little too close. When you step back, your eyes shifting downwards, he takes a glance around the unit. Without looking up at Dean, you pull him away from the nurses station and near the small room that held the lockers and assignment board. The close proximity held by the two of you is not missed by onlookers, especially the way Dean leans into your presence.

"I'm not," you said quickly. "I just need to get my day started. Thank you again," you feel your heart beat faster as the two of you hold eye contact. You yearn to touch him in any sort of fashion. A page overhead reminds you where you are and even a simple touch will not go unnoticed.

Hushed whispers begin to develop near you and Dean. You take a shaky breath as your feet force you to create more distance. He purses his lips and nods.

"Nevermind, I don't need to make things complicated for you," Dean grumbled.

"You're not," you said quietly. He scoffs and shoves his hands into his front pockets while taking a look around. You watch Dean's eyes dart everywhere but at you. Finally, you end the torture. "I'll um, I'll catch up with you later, Agent Walsh."

With a curt nod, Dean takes off before anything else can be said. You spin on your heel and head for your locker. You let out a groan. Instead of opening it, you gently hit your forehead repeatedly against the cool metal.

"I'm not sending you home for a self-inflicted head bang, ya know?" Dana, the charge nurse of the unit, chuckles from the doorway. She strolls over to you while you gather what you need for your shift.

"It's worth a try," you give her a faint smile, closing your locker and spinning the combination lock.

The two of you head to exit the small room but then you feel a hand on the back of your arm. You glance over your shoulder seeing Dana giving you a familiar look. One she's given you before when she takes you to the side asking what is wrong.

"Hey, you okay?" Dana asked in a hushed whisper, taking a glimpse around you making sure no one else is nearby.

You nodded. "I'm fine. Just tired," you force a smile and hold it firm despite how she narrows her tired eyes studying you. "Dana," you sighed. "I'm good, okay?"

Her weary eyes observe you. "You're glow," she murmured with her eyes still roaming over your face. "Where did it go? It disappeared the moment you came in here. I saw it upon you walking on the unit and now...," she trailed off. The way she studies you is not curiosity, but more sympathy reflected in her gaze.

"It's the hospital lighting," you awkwardly chuckled. Dana arched a brow. "Can we get our day started please? Everything is alright."

"If you say so. I'm here if you need anything though," Dana takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. She nods with a smile and motions for you to go ahead. The older woman has known you for as long as you have worked at the hospital, which is years. She's been like the other mother besides Jody who has watched out for you since she met you.

She knows something is different.