You had to admit, sitting in the front seat, cuddled up next to Dean as he drove the Impala was quickly becoming one of your all time favorite things. Sam was sleeping in the backseat, his long body crooked at an angle, and you hoped he wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.

After a couple of hours, you heard Sam stirring in the back seat, sitting up and stretching his back. "How much longer?" He muttered, covering a huge yawn.

"Town's over that hill." Dean answered him as Led Zeppelin played softly on the radio. "We'll stop and get our room, then go check out a dead body."

Frowning at the thought, you missed the glance Dean sent your way. Sitting silently next to him as the town came into view, you watched as he passed by sleazy motel after sleazy motel. Glancing over at him in surprise, he just winked at you.

Getting closer to down town, Dean turned the Impala in front of a nice looking motel. At least five stories tall, it was clean and well taken care of, with nice cars parked out in front. "Dean, what are you doing? This place has to be expensive." You started arguing as the three of you climbed out of the car.

"Let me do this. It's the least I can do since this hunt ruined our Valentine's day plans." He insisted, and with a shake of your heard, you followed him into the lobby. It was all crystal and marble, with gleaming pillars, and a small waterfall in the middle. A restaurant stood off to one side, a spa beside it.

"Wow." You breathed, as Dean started talking to the hostess. "I can't believe he's doing this. It's too expensive."

Sam was standing beside you, acting a little out of place in the fancy interior. "You know he wishes he could spoil you more than he does. He loves you, and wants to prove it to you as much as he can."

"But I don't need fancy hotels, or jewelry. I just want to be with him." You insisted to Sam, who just shrugged.

"Dean is wanting to do everything in his power to make sure you don't leave. The two of you hadn't had the easiest of relationships, and he's always had the fear that everyone he loves will leave him. So, he's going to do things like this to show you how much he cares. It's easier than saying the words."

"I don't plan on leaving him. Ever. They're going to have to pry my cold, lifeless fingers from him." You insisted.

"Yeah, we don't really want that either." Sam told you as Dean came over, a couple of keycards in his hands.

"Sammy, got you your own room!" Dean exclaimed, handing his brother one of the cards.

"So, what's the plan?" You asked Dean as he came up and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Sam and I are going to check out the dead body, talk to the witnesses." Dean started explaining, but you didn't hear your name in any of that.

"And what about me?" You asked, watching as a sly smile crossed Dean's face.

"Well, I figured there's a spa here." He hedged. "And I might have made it all inclusive. So while Sam and I do the dirty work, I figured you could go get yourself pampered."

"But Dean..." You started arguing, but he shook his head.

"Nope. I'm not going to take no for an answer. Please, let me do this for you." He pleaded with you, and you sighed, knowing you weren't going to change his mind.

"Fine. I'll do the whole spa thing, which I've never done before. But tomorrow, I get to help out with the hunt."

"Deal!" Dean exclaimed, happy that you gave in."

As you waited at the elevator, you glanced at Sam's room number. Your rooms were at least three rooms apart, and you glanced at Dean in surprise. Winking at you, he leaned down, whispering in your ear. "Didn't want him next to us tonight, in case you get a little noisy like you sometimes do."

Blushing slightly, you made sure Sam hadn't overheard his brother. Soon the three of you were piling into the elevator, an old lady joining the three of you. She was dressed in a fancy light pink suit, a string of pearls at her neck. Clutching her purse tightly to her chest, she stared up at Sam and Dean, visibly nervous being in the confined space with two, hulking men wearing jeans and flannel.

Smiling at her, trying to reassure her, you rolled your eyes when she took a step back. Just then the door opened, and the three of you stepped out. Sam's room was right next to the elevator, while yours was halfway down the hallway. Waving to Sam, you waited for Dean to open the room, stepping inside. It was just as pristine and fancy as the lobby, with dark wood furniture, and a light blue comforter. The bed was the softest you had ever sat upon, and the bathroom was almost the size of your room back at the bunker. It included a shower and a jacuzzi tub, and Dean whistled at the sight. "Can't wait to use that tonight!" He exclaimed.

Tossing both of your bags onto the table, he began changing into his FBI gear, while you lounged on the bed, propped up by at least ten pillows. "This is probably the fanciest place I've ever been." You admitted. Sure it wasn't the fanciest hotel to stay at, but it was still so much better than any other you had stayed at before.

With his dress pants on, and his white shirt unbuttoned, Dean stopped and stared at you. "When this is all said and done, and the Darkness is taken care of, I'm going to take you somewhere nice. We'll stay in the fanciest hotel I can find, even the suite. We'll eat at fancy restaurants, and you can get pampered as much as you want."

Walking over to him, you ran your finger up his bare chest. "Or, maybe we could rent a place on a beach somewhere. Just the two of us. No neighbors, or fancy people looking down on us. Just you, me and the beach."

Pressing a kiss to your lips, you could feel the smile upon his face. "That sounds even better."

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