Danielle woke with Dean snuggled up behind her. His arm was draped over her waist, and his breath fanned across her neck. She pressed back into him, getting closer, and Dean tightened his arm around her.
"What time is it?" His voice was thick with sleep.
Danielle glanced at the clock on her bedside table. "A little after seven."
"Any chance the kid is still asleep?"
"Why don't you check?"
Dean squeezed her and took a deep breath. "I don't wanna move."
"Me either," she smiled.
They lay there quietly for several minutes before they heard the baby making noises. Dean groaned and nuzzled into Danielle's neck.
"I guess it's time to get up," Danielle said.
"Let him entertain himself for a while."
Danielle smiled. "I didn't realize you were a cuddler."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean said as he leaned into her.
"Dean... are we going to talk about last night?"
"What's there to talk about?"
"What it means for us."
Dean gave her a squeeze and kissed her neck. "This is what it means for us."
"It's that simple?"
"That simple."
"What about when we give the baby back?"
Dean propped himself up on his arm and pulled Danielle so that she was looking up at him.
"What about it," he asked.
"We'll hit the road again. Late nights, cheap motels... easy women."
"You saying I can't be faithful?"
He looked hurt, and it felt like a punch to Danielle's gut.
"No," she said, "that's not what I think. I just... is this what you really want?"
"To be with you?"
Danielle nodded.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Then what's left to talk about?"
Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He ran the tips of his fingers trough her hair and brushed his thumb over her cheek.
"Nothing, I guess," Danielle said. "I just never thought you were really interested in me that way."
"Are you kidding? After all the flirting I've done with you?"
"You flirt with everyone, Dean. Plus, I've flirted with you. Did you think it meant anything?"
"No, I guess not."
"No. Add the fact that you never once tried to get me into bed, and that pretty much says 'not interested.'"
"Hang on," Dean said. "There's a reason I never tried to get you into bed."
"Oh yeah?" Danielle rubbed her hand over Dean's arm.
"When you first came here you were still recovering from the djinn. You were having nightmares and everything... I wanted to be there for you without you wondering if I was just out for sex."
"I don't know if I could have made it through that without you."
Dean kissed her forehead, then he lay back down on his side and pulled Danielle into his arms.
"After that, you started messing with me about my women. So, I started teasing and flirting... I just liked making you smile, really. But I didn't want to ruin it by trying to get sex. I thought you might get offended and leave, and I wanted you here."
"I really had no idea, Dean."
"Well, now that you know..." he said as his hand traveled down her side to her hip. He smiled at her and waited for her to return it before kissing her. His lips moved along her jaw and down her neck. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and traveled up to her breast.
"Dean... the baby."
Dean groaned as his hand left her shirt, but he kept kissing her neck. Danielle ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. When he pulled away, he stared at her for a moment.
"Wait here," here said.
Dean got out of the bed and picked up the baby.
"Where are you going," Danielle asked.
"Just wait here," he said as he left the room.
Danielle waited for a few minutes before hunger set in. She walked through the halls toward the kitchen, and met up with Dean on his way back to the room.
"I thought you were waiting?"
"I got hungry. Where'd you go, anyway?"
"I brought the baby to Sam so we could be alone for a while."
Dean pulled her against him with his hands on her hips. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked up at him.
"I want very much to be alone with you," she said, "but my stomach is growling."
"Okay," he kissed her forehead, "let's eat."
After eating, they joined Sam in the library. He was watching the news on his laptop.
"So," Sam said, "no stories on the missing baby. Not for the last two days."
"Did they say they called off the search," Danielle asked.
"I doubt they'll do that so soon," Dean said. "Besides, we don't need it called off. We just need the town not crawling with cops all day and night so we can drop the baby somewhere. I'm thinking the hospital."
"There will cops around a hospital," Danielle said.
"Yeah, but there's also a ton of people. You can go in with a hoodie, keep your face away from the cameras, and leave the baby on the desk or something. We'll leave a note that it's the missing baby so they can get him back to his parents."
"Dean," Sam said, "that's pretty risky for Dani."
"I'll do it," she said. "We have to get this baby back to his parents."
Dean squeezed her shoulder and jerked his head back toward the bedrooms.
"Come on," he said, "you can wear one of my hoodies."
Danielle walked into the emergency room with the baby in her arms, her hood up, and her head down. She took a seat in the waiting area and tried to blend in. She was there for almost half and hour when the people behind the desk changed shifts. She waited for them to get settled then walked up to one of the younger workers.
"Excuse me," Danielle said. "Would you mind holding him while I run to the restroom?"
The young woman seemed hesitant, but she took the baby. Danielle thanked her and headed down the hallway to the restrooms, but she passed them without going in. She entered a long hall that led to the back entrance of the hospital, which was connected to a parking garage. Dean was waiting for her there. She climbed into the passenger seat and pulled the hood down.
"Done," Danielle said.
She blew out a breathe, and Dean noticed tears in her eyes.
"You okay?"
"Yeah... let's get out of here, huh?"
"Yeah."
He backed out of the spot and headed toward the exit. They didn't relax until they were back at the bunker.
"How'd it go," Sam asked as they came in.
"Well," Dean said, "we're here and the baby isn't."
"What the jerk is trying to say," Danielle said, "is that it went fine."
"Who are you calling a jerk?"
"You, ya jerk. You're always so sarcastic."
Dean smiled. The baby being gone was like the flip of a switch. This was his Dani. He knew she was feeling the loss, but it wasn't killing her.
"Sweetheart, you love my sarcasm."
"In your dreams, Winchester."
Dean grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, and kissed her deeply. Her arms went around his neck.
"Woah, woah, guys! What the hell?"
They broke their kiss and looked at Sam. There was a mildly stunned expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised.
"You didn't tell him," Danielle asked.
"Well, no. I didn't think it needed some big announcement."
"You two are together now," Sam asked.
"Yep," Dean said with a smirk.
"It's about damn time," Sam said. "Geez, I thought you two would have hooked up months ago. And now I can say this without either of you getting offended... get a room."
Danielle laughed and Dean grabbed her hand. He winked at Sam as he pulled Danielle toward the sleeping quarters. Once they were in her room, Dean kissed her again. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and ran her fingers over him.
She was a little surprised when Dean pulled away.
"Hang on, hang on," he said. "Look, uh..." He pulled her hands from his shirt and held her wrists, letting her hands fall flat on his chest. "I like that you're acting like yourself tonight. I do. But I know that those feelings didn't just disappear when we got rid of the baby."
"Dean-"
"No. Let me finish. I won't stop you from doing the whole fake-it-til-you-make-it thing, but... promise me that you'll talk to me if you need to. I helped you through the djinn. I can help you through this."
Danielle's eyes watered, and she fought back a lump in her throat. She took Dean's face in her hands and kissed him, then rested her forehead against his.
"I love you, Dean."
Dean pulled back and stared at her for a moment.
"Dani... Danielle, I..."
"I know," she said with a smile.
