Dean felt like he stepped straight into a movie the second he stepped out of the elevator. He had been on his way to the gym but suddenly he was surrounded by a lot of people, guests of the hotel and the police. He spotted Diana, Seth and Roman standing a little away together with some of the other wrestlers and he quickly made his way over the them.

"What's going on?" He asked once he reached them.
"Some woman was found murdered in her room by the house cleaner this morning," Roman answered.

Dean's eyes immetiately caught Diana's.

"What woman?" He asked in a hard tone.
"How should I know? All I know is that all our co-workers are counted for, luckily," Roman answered.

Dean grabbed Diana's wrist and pulled her aside. Some of their co-workers watched him pull her away from them but he couldn't care about them right now. This was more important and couldn't wait.

"It's her, isn't it?" He asked.
"Her who?" She asked innocently.
"Don't play games right now, Diana. It's that woman from the bar, isn't it?" He asked.
"I honestly don't know but probably. I told you this would happen," she said.
"You need to say something to the police. Tell them about that man," he said.
"Yeah, because that won't make me look like a suspect at all," she said with a cold laugh. "Excuse me, mr officer, you haven't released any information or picture of the victim yet but I know who it is."

He sighed and looked down for a second.

"You're right. That would look pretty suspicious," he said.
"Anyway, gotta go," she said and took off before he could even try and stop her.

He went to the gym with Seth and Roman shortly after to try and get his mind off everything but it didn't work. Somehow he felt scared all of the sudden. Scared because of her, scared that he might lose her. It didn't get any better when he checked up on the case after his workout and saw that the police had released a photo of the victim and information about her death. There she was, the brunette from the bar, just as Diana had predicted. Apparently she had been strangled to death. And even worse, it turned out the entire security system at the hotel had been broken for a long time but the owner hadn't gotten around to fix it since he thought it could wait. They had no footage to show whoever had been near her.

He couldn't wait for this day to be over. He wouldn't relax before they were all on the road again next day. He just needed to find her and keep a close eye on her until then. Keep her close to him.

He hated dressing up for events like this but it came with the job every now and then. He was in a pair of black pants combined with a dark grey shirt. He simply refused to wear a jacket on top of that. He stood waiting for Seth and Roman in the lobby. He sucked in his breath as the door opened and she stood there in a raspberry coloured dress next to Seth. She gave him a small nod before walking through the lobby and disappearing out in one of the many waiting cars that would drive them to the event.

"What the hell, Seth?" Dean asked as Seth walked over to him.
"Don't even start thinking like that. Apparently she's on the same floor as me. The room across from mine. I didn't know until two minutes ago where we literally walked out of our rooms at the same time," Seth said.

The elevator opened again and Roman stepped out. The three men walked outside together to get into a car.

He felt happy when he realized he had been seated at the same table as her. Only problem was that she was seated across from him, making it impossible for him to strike up a private conversation with her. She looked just as uncomfortable as he felt by being there. None of them saying anything the entire evening unless someone asked them directly about something. He just kept looking at her the entire time, wishing he could be right next to her and just hold her hand under the table and whisper in her ear how beautiful she looked.

He sighed in relief when the event was finally over. Apparently she felt just as relieved as him because she couldn't get up from the table fast enough to make her way outside. He followed through the crowd, hoping to catch the same car as her. Unfortunately she got the last available spot in the car she stepped into and he was forced to get into the next one. He watched as the car in front of him drove away while he waited for his car to be filled up.

She walked through the lobby and straight to the bar where she stopped in the entrance and just scanned the room. It was full of people like the night before and she searched the room, her eyes taking in every face as quickly as she could.

"Diana!" Dean called out the moment he too stepped into the lobby and saw her standing further down.

She quickly turned away from the bar and walked down to meet him. This entire day had been chaos in his head so instead of saying anything, he just took her hand and walked her to the elevator. It wasn't until the door closed, he finally opened his mouth.

"You look really beautiful tonight," he said.
"Yeah well, apparently there's a real girl hidden inside me after all," she joked.
"Most women would say thank you when they get a compliment," he said.
"Like those other women you usually fuck? You want me to be more like them?" She asked.
"No!" He quickly said and squeezed her hand.

The elevator stopped on his floor and they stepped out of it together. He kept holding her hand as they walked towards his room. He unlocked the door and they both stepped inside. She dropped her purse on the table.

"I don't do that anymore, you know," he said as he closed in on her, putting his arms around her. "Fuck other women, I mean. I haven't since you got into the picture."

He pulled the zipper down on her dress and it fell to the floor.

"So beautiful," he whispered as he looked down her body.

His lips attached themselves to her neck while he opened her bra and slid it down her arms, letting it land at her feet like the dress seconds before. His hands trailed down her sides, landing on her hips. She hissed in pain as his fingers dug into the bruises he had made two days earlier and he smiled against her neck. His fingers hooked her panties and sent them down to the floor as well.

His hand went back to her hips as his lips found hers and he slowly backed her up against the wall. Not caring about the stupid dress shirt on his body, he ripped it open to get out of it fast. He could hear her snigger against his lips as the shirt came off his body. He kicked off his shoes, and his pants and socks followed quickly after.

With everything that had happened over the last 24 hours, with how scared he had felt the entire day due to it all, he needed something different. He needed her. He lifted her up, her back still pressed against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. Screw the pain, screw what they usually did. He just wanted to feel her close.

He held her up with one hand under her while his other hand were roaming her face, neck and throat. No squeezing, no hurting, no punishment. He caressed her, pulled her head closer, feeling how intense everything was around him. He couldn't help it though. He couldn't keep pain away from her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and the moment he tasted her blood in his mouth, he heard her loud moans and felt her cum.

He thrust up into her five more times and moaned out loud too as he came. He leaned his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

"Stay the night," he said without even thinking about it.
"Are you demanding?" She asked.

He gently put her back down on her feet.

"No, I'm asking. Please, will you stay the night?" He asked.
"We don't usually do that," she said.

He took a step backwards and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know that but I want you to," he said, his eyes almost begging her.
"Will that make you happy, Dean?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered and smiled. "Yes, that will make me happy."

She nodded and walked towards the bed.

"Alright, then I'll stay," she said.

He hurried over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He placed a soft kiss on her neck before dragging her down with him on the bed.

"How do you wanna do this?" She asked.
He looked at her confused, not sure he understood what she meant.
"How do you want me to be? With my back against you, or...?" She started but was cut off as he dragged her down to lie on his chest.
"I just want you here," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

He fell asleep fast with a little smile on his face. She waited, stared into the air, until she was sure he was deep asleep. She leaned her head up to look at him. How they had gotten to this all of the sudden, she wasn't sure. It was only supposed to be one fuck that one time a little over a month ago and here they were in a position neither of them wanted to begin with.

For the first time in her life she felt guilty. Guilty that she had gone back to him after that one time, guilty that she knew he had developed feelings for her that she could never repay, guilty that she knew she was about to hurt him. So maybe she did feel something towards him but it wasn't the same as he felt towards her. She could never make him happy, not like he wanted to be, not like he deserved to be.

She slowly made her way out of his arms, careful not to wake him. He had said it would make him happy if she stayed the night and although she couldn't fulfill his wish completely, at least he fell asleep happy. That was the only thing, the last thing she could give him.

She quietly got back into her clothes, careful not to make any sound at all to wake him up. She took out pen and paper from her purse and quickly scribbled down some words for him and left the note on the table. She took one last look at him, he was still smiling in his sleep, and then she left his room.

She made her way down to the bar, her eyes searching that one table where she had spotted him earlier that evening before Dean had called out to her. He was still there and by the way he looked around, he still hadn't found a single woman to prey on yet. Determined she made her way over to his table and sat down.

Dean woke up next morning by someone knocking on his door. Confusion hit him as he realized he was alone and naked in his bed. Someone knocked again. He tumbled out of bed and put on his boxers. He grabbed a pair of jeans from his suitcase and walked towards the door with them in his hand.

"I'm sorry, is she actually in there?" Seth asked when Dean opened.
"She was. I don't know where she is now," Dean answered.

He stepped aside and allowed his two brothers to enter his room while he got his jeans on.

"She left a note," Roman said and pointed at the table, making sure not to read it since he knew it was probably private.
"What?" Dean asked, closing his jeans while walking over to pick up the note.

He stared at the words on the paper. She had quoted some of the lyrics from Within Temptation's song "Frozen".

I can feel your sorrow
You won't forgive me
But I know you'll be all right
It tears me apart that you will never know but I have to let go

And then further down the paper, one sentence danced before his eyes, making him almost want to throw up in fear.

I can still smell him.

He took off running out of the door and towards the elevator. Seth and Roman quickly ran after him, knowing that something was very wrong by the way he suddenly acted.

"What floor are you on?" He screamed.

He pressed the button to the elevator like a maniac, throwing himself inside it as the door opened.

"What floor are you on, Seth?" He screamed again.
"Third," Seth answered as both him and Roman followed inside.

"Which room?" Dean screamed as the door opened on the third floor and he started running down the hall.
"Stop! Right there!" Seth called out as he came running behind him.

Dean quickly grabbed the handle but of course the door was locked. He started pounding away on it, screaming her name, begging for her to open and let him in, but he got nothing back but silence.

Roman turned his head as the elevator plinged again. Out stepped a house cleaner. He ran towards the little woman who was about to knock on the first door with a key card in her hand.

"Please, we need your help. We think our friend's in trouble," he said and pointed towards Seth and Dean.

She looked scared as Dean was still going crazy on the door.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't..." She started.

Roman didn't have time to hear any excuses so he snatched the key card out of her hand and ran back to the others. He pushed Dean away and quickly unlocked the door. Dean threw open the door with such force that it slammed up into the wall with a loud sound but he couldn't care about that. He ran into the room and dropped to his knees.

"No..." The word barely left his mouth.

Roman and Dean came running in as well.

"Fuck!" Seth said.
"No..." Dean's voice was a little louder this time.

Roman dropped down next to Dean and immetiately wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't look," he said.
"No!" Dean was screaming now.

A female voice started screaming behind them. Seth turned around to see the house cleaner standing there, starting to go into shock, watching the dead woman lying on the floor, her clothes ripped and the wire from the night lamp around her throat.

"Get her out of here!" Roman yelled.
Seth quickly turned around and pushed the woman out of the room.
"Call the police," he hissed at her.

"No, Roman, no!" Dean was sobbing now.
"It's not your fault," Roman said as he gently rocked Dean back and forward.
"But why? Why would she go seek him out? I was right here. I was here for her. She was in my room. Why did she leave? Why did she do that?" Dean asked through his sobs.
"I don't know, Dean, I don't know," Roman whispered.

Seth came back in and dropped down on Dean's other side, trying to comfort his friend too.

"She was a troubled soul," he said.
"But I could have saved her. I should have saved her," Dean cried.
"Ssh, don't go there. She's at peace now," Roman said.
"I should have..." Dean's voice died out.