Episode: Season 9 - Bad Boys Pt. 2 

A gasp left my throat and both pairs of eyes snapped to me, although it was only the bright green orbs that looked to remotely care about the broken expression on my face now.

"Park-" he started but I never gave him a chance to finish before bolting out the back door and into the yard.

Ten seconds later, loud footsteps came pounding after me. But it was much too late by now - the tears had already started rolling down my cheeks, unbidden. I pressed a hand to the rough bark of the tree I was standing next to, steadying myself.

"Parker-" Dean breathed out, "Please, just...just let me explain-"

Pieces of the bark broke off as I used the solidity of the tree to spin myself back around to face him, tears in my eyes, "Explain what, Dean? Huh? How you failed to mention in the past ten years of our relationship that you'd been in love before? Because I don't know about you but I think that's pretty important!"

"It's not like that!" he snapped, eyes hardening as he gazed back at me defiantly, "Yes, okay? She was someone I loved in my pats. And maybe I should have told you but the last time I checked, it was perfectly acceptable to keep huge secrets from each other, Parker!"

I shook my head, raking a hand through my ebony locks in frustration. A sigh emitted from my throat before I glanced up at him.

"Look, I know I have no room to judge here, okay? I know that. But if getting jealous and snapping at you for it makes me a hypocrite then so be it because I am still in love with you! But this-this constant fighting can't go on if we want this to work, Dean. It can't. And not just for our sake but for Yasmin's," I said in one big breath before continuing on, ignoring the unreadable expression on his face, "I want to make this work more than anything but we both have to try this time. Not just you and not just me - both of us, Dean,"

Dean said nothing and for a moment, I almost believed he would walk right back into that house to her. But he surprised me as he took a step forward, bridging the distance - both physical and emotional - by cupping my face in his hands gently.

"Parker...it doesn't matter if Robin was my first love...because you are my last," he told me, voice as soft as velvet.

His lips pressed to min then in a sweet, gentle kiss as I placed my hands over his. I kissed him back hard with passion, feeling an explosion of butterflies in my stomach at his simple touch. The kiss quickly escalated though as my back hit the tree trunk, Dean's hands moving to rest on my hips as he pulled my body flush against his, deepening the kiss.

We found out later Sam had taken care of the spirit while we were...occupied. Which he was none too happy about - having to take care of it solo. I only laughed at his grumpy expression as I patted him on the back while he packed up our stuff into the trunk of the Impala.

"Well, I guess we didn't know everything we thought we did at 16, huh?" Dean was saying to Robin as I walked over to them.

She smirked over at him then in response, "Not everything. Just some things,"

Dean nodded in response to her with a friendly smile. Robin leaned in and as soon as I realized what she was about to do, I stepped in front of her and crashed my lips into Dean's. He stumbled back slightly in surprise before kissing me back, hands gripping my hips to steady us.

"Um, Dean-" Robin started but I only deepened our kiss, making her cough in embarrassment as she stood there pathetically.

Dean pulled me flush against him then as I raked my fingers through his short blond hair. Finally, Robin gave up and stormed off in a huff. It was only then that i pulled away from my husband, the both of us panting for oxygen.

He swore under his breath before smirking down at me, "My kitty's got claws,"

I shrugged, a huge grin spreading across my face, uttering before I pulled him in for another kiss, "Like you didn't already know."