The Cynical Prince

'I never thought it would end like this...'

I sat in Dean's bathroom as he cleaned up my bloody nose. I couldn't believe this all had happened. The memory of the guns, bullets, and Dean killing a man all seemed like a far away dream but sadly it wasn't just a distant dream. The soreness from my bloody nose reminded me that all to well this was no dream but a living nightmare.

"That should be better, you’re all clean." Dean me an icepack and I placed it on my nose. Dean put the first aid kit away and then leaned against the sink. I looked down and away afraid to look him in the eyes. This was all too embarrassing, humiliating, and painful.

"Stripping?!" Dean turned around from facing the medicine cabinet to face me. I looked up at him shocked at his outburst. He was yelling at me and he was the one who got me shot at? I stood up and placed the icepack down, glaring at Dean who just stared back at me.

"You're smart, you should know why! Dean, my husband is dead, money is tight. It's one of the easiest ways to make money! I wasn't about to let my son go on without a home and it would have only lasted until I got my teacher's license." I yelled at him and held my nose feeling it start to throb. He quickly placed the ice pack back on my nose as tears slid down my face. I could feel a pain shoot from my nose all the way into my head I needed to sit down. This was all just too much for one night, way too much.

"I'm sorry, Alessa. Just...seeing you like that drives me crazy. Knowing that other men see you, touch you!" Dean let out a frustrated sigh as I stared at him confused.

"Why would you care Dean?" Dean looked at me like I was stupid and walked over to me wrapping his arms around me. I still held the icepack to my nose as a barrier against Dean. This was all too much emotion for me in just one night.

"Alessa...I...I just do care, alright?" I sighed and leaned into him. Tears began to fall from my eyes as I thought about what was said at the club. Was Dean really going to leave? What the hell were they talking about anyways?

All these thoughts just made my head throb even worse as Dean picked me up and placed me in his lap. He cradled me and stroked my hair trying to put me at peace. I felt like a small child being in his arms like that. I remembered when Andrew used to do that for me but he wasn't here anymore, my heart wasn't whispering his name like it used to.

"Dean, what's going to happen?" I asked looking up at him.

"I'm going to go back to L.A. and you'll continue going to school and raising Tagan. Without stripping please?" I smiled feebly at him and grabbed his face.

"You can't leave me. You can't go away, Dean, I need you!" More tears fell from my face as he stared at me shocked. I then leaned in and kissed him passionately. My lips caressed his soft ones and we enjoyed the taste of one another. He tasted the same, his kiss had improved since he was young but it was basically all the same. He took hold of my waist and brought me closer to him. He leaned back on the couch as we were kissing and I straddled myself over him to get a better angle when he pulled my face from his cupping mine while staring at me.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you again." I smiled and leaned back in kissing him. It was just like that morning when we were interrupted by Tagan, but that wasn't going to be an issue here. Tagan was safe and sound in my home with Steph, and Dean and I were about to embark on a devious adventure of each other's bodies.

I wanted him; I couldn't help but feel like I needed him to become a part of me, just for this one night, even possibly our last night.

"Are you sure you want this?" Dean pulled away and asked breathless. I just caressed his face nodding my head. I was more than sure that I wanted this. I was so scared of never seeing him again but I knew, that from all of the tension that had built up between us, this was one of the many ways we would have to say "Goodbye" to one another.

"Dean...I need this." Dean smiled and then nodded his head.

"Alright, but we do this my way." I furrowed my brow as he sat up and cradled me in his arms. He stood up and carried me with him into his bedroom.

"We're going to do this the way you deserve." Dean whispered, closing his bedroom door with his foot and then laying me on the bed. I felt like a queen, like I had once felt before as he made me feel like a goddess, worshipping me at my feet.

From that moment on we said nothing to one another and only communicated with our bodies as we both took in one another as much as we could, trying to savor the last night we would most likely have together.

The last night...