Dean didn't exactly like it; working with any sort of monster. For Benny, he'd make the damn exception even if he felt guilty as hell for sneaking out at night. He'd just gotten back a month ago from Purgatory, and he was trying to spend every last minute with you. He'd missed you. You were his whole world and you were the only thing that he was fighting for while he was stuck in that hell hole. But he owed Benny his life too, and if that meant trekking out to the Bayou at an ungodly hour to help him with business, then so be it.

"So what's the job? Better be good cause I left my girl and I gotta be back by morning."

Dean drawls tiredly, wanting nothing more than to be tucked under the covers and holding you. Benny sighs, more serious than Dean had seen him in a while.

"I need help finding someone. A vamp. He killed my girl a long time ago. Gotta get justice for her, y'know?"

Dean grunts softly, nodding.

"Sure. I can find him. Gimme until noon tomorrow and I'll send you everything I can."

Benny nods, getting a little less tense.

"Thanks, man."

Dean shrugs, writing down the name of the vampire Benny needed.

"I owe you. Now, if you'll 'scuse me I gotta get back to my girlfriend. I don't want her worrying."

Benny glances behind Dean with a grim smile.

"Yeah, looks like she's worried."

Dean spins around, seeing you in your pajamas and looking confused.

"Darlin'..."

He sighs.

"Why?"

You look at him with wide eyes, feeling guilty for following him.

"I saw you leave the room and I snuck into the backseat. I thought you were gonna go get food."

You whine softly. Dean groans. Oh, he was a weak, weak man for you.