Episode: Season 8 - Citizen Fang Pt. 3 

It wasn't an easy decision to go with him. The entire car ride was silent and tense but I knew I had to do this. Once we arrived, Benny waiting on us outside, I quickly climbed out of the car.

"Parker. Nice to see you again." he smiled, thick Southern accent sticking to his words.

I faked a smile in his direction, feeling uncomfortable around him. I think Dean could sense that as he stepped up behind and instantly, I felt his hand come to rest on my lower back. I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through my thin, white Breakfast Club tee, sending shivers down my spine from the contact. Taking a very much needed breath, I pulled away quickly, stepping to the side. Dean frowned but said nothing.

Lucky for us, there were only a few vamps lying in wait and we took them out easily alongside Benny before parting ways. Sadly, our efforts ended up being for naught though when we found out Martin had escaped from Sam and attempted to kill Benny's great-grandkid. Let's just say, Benny got away but Martin didn't. This would be a lot to explain to Sam. And as expected, the car ride back was just as silent as the first, the tension so thick you could cut it with the demon blade. A sudden sigh though from Dean jolted me from my thoughts.

"Look, Parker-" he began but I cut him off.

"Dean, just stop," I shook my head, now-fading blonde-tipped hair flicking over my shoulder as I gazed out the smudged window from the passenger seat.

"No, hear me out. I need to say it and you need to hear it,"

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the argument that surprisingly didn't come as the next words tumbled from his lips.

"I messed up, okay? I know you...you were trying to protect our child, give it the apple-pie life we'd always dreamed about," he said to me.

"The one we had," I interjected softly.

Dean eyed me briefly before averting his gaze back to the road, "Yeah... And I shouldn't have overreacted like I did. I just...I didn't want you or Sam to stop living because of me,"

Finally, I angled my head to glance over at him, his profile lit up by the passing streetlights outside. I could tell in his expression that he meant it, too.

"We didn't, Dean. We moved on. And...and Yasmin got to grow up normal... Well, for the first of her life anyway," I tried to assure him.

His expression became pained then at the mention of his little girl he hardly knew and I squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Just give it time.. She doesn't know you yet. But believe me, she already loves you,"

"Yeah, but she can'at even say 'daddy', only 'Sam'," he complained, rolling his green eyes.

A laugh burst free from my lips then and Dean shot me a sharp look, subsiding my laughter into slight chuckles.

"Dean Winchester, I do believe you're jealous," I teased.

He muttered a 'shut up' under his breath and I just rolled my dark eyes playfully at his childish behavior.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better, she hasn't said 'mommy' either. 'Sam' was her first word." I confessed.

That seemed to brighten his mood considerably though and the rest of the car ride was ridden in a comfortable silence this time around. But once we arrived back in Montana, I was exhausted and yawning, stumbling out of Baby. By the time I'd made my way round the side, Dean was standing there expectantly. I felt my heart clench as I looked up at him, taking in every feature - candy-apple green orbs, the splash of light freckles dusting his cheeks and angular nose, and a jawline that could cut you like a knife. He still was just as perfect as he'd always been. And as I stood there looking at him, I felt the rush of emotions I'd been bottling up ever since his return.

"Gosh, I missed you," I choked out, hot tears spilling down my cheeks before I even realized I had started crying.

Dean's hard gaze softened and in one stride, he had gathered me to his chest as I sobbed, hand running up and down my back lovingly as he held me tight. I breathed in the scent of him clinging to his clothes like an addict breathing in vapors of a drug. He was my drug. Just like he'd been from the start. 8 years couldn't change that.

Finally, as my tears subsided, I lifted my head to meet those stunning green orbs of his and he smiled through his own tears, brushing my cheeks of the salty, clear liquid with the pad of his thumbs.

"I love you, Dean," I admitted softly to him in the still light of dawn just creeping up over the roof of the Impala beside us.

He let out a breathy chuckle then at my confession, "Still?"

"I never stopped," I said honestly and he smiled down at me.

"And I love you, Parker," he whispered softly back to me, tucking a strand of hair back behind my ear just like he used to.

"I should have said it when you first got back, I know. I-" I began to ramble when suddenly, I was cut off by the gentle press of two soft lips on mine.

Shock coursed through my body but was quickly replaced by a passion that ignited inside of me from this touch. My hands laced themselves around his neck instinctively and his arms encircling me brought our bodies closer together, in sync once more.