"Bye, guys!" Haven called as she hurried through the main room of the bunker.

"Wait a minute! Where are you going?" Dean asked. Haven rolled her eyes.

"Daaad, I've got a date," she said in a whiny tone. It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes at her joke.

"Again?"

"Yes, Dean. Again. This guy is really nice. I'll be back later. Don't wait up!" she replied. Dean sighed as the door closed behind her.

"Dude, why won't you just tell her?" Sam called from the library. Dean went in and sat across from his brother.

"Why do you think? She's interested in this other guy. This is their third date," he muttered. Sam stared at his brother.

"You're really just going to let some other guy take the woman you love?" Sam asked. Dean gave him his best impression of Sam's bitchface.

"You sound like such a chick." Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

"At least I'm not a coward." Dean stared at his brother for a moment.

"Son of a bitch!"

Dean had made himself comfortable at the table in the library. From his seat, he could see the door to the bunker so he would know as soon as Haven got home. Sam had gone to his room soon after their conversation to give Dean and Haven privacy.

A couple hours passed when the door to the bunker flew open angrily. Dean was out of his chair in an instant as Haven stormed down the stairs.

"Whoa. Hold up," Dean said as he met Haven in the main room. She glared up at him and he noticed that her eyes were shining with tears.

"Get out of my way, Dean," she said angrily.

"What happened? I thought things were going well," he said gently.

"Yeah. I was wrong." Dean's jaw clenched.

"What did the bastard do?" he asked.

"He just wanted to screw! He held out for this long because he thought he'd get some! Because apparently that's all I'm good for," she said with a broken sob. Dean wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her to his chest. She sobbed as his hand gently stroked her hair.

"You are so much more than that," he whispered.

"Then, why isn't there someone who want me for more than that?" she asked, her sobbing breaking for a moment. Dean felt his chest clench and he sighed.

"There is." She looked up at him, tears still sliding down her cheeks. "If you'd give me a chance, I'd like to prove that to you."

"You do?" she asked quietly. Dean nodded, a light blush covering his cheeks. "Okay. Kiss me to seal your promise."

"What?" he asked, eyes wide.

"You heard me."

"This completely goes against my 'no chick-flick moments' rule," he sighed. She rolled her eyes.

"Just do it."

"Okay, okay." He smiled and leaned down, finally kissing the woman he loved.