Saffron had come prepared for this. She knew Dean wouldn't love her being in his face but she needed him off balance for her next action. Rather than yelling back, or getting angry at his reaction, she looked up at him and burst into tears. These weren't the overblown sobs of a daytime drama actress; they weren't the pouty tears of a spoiled teen throwing a tantrum; they were the tears of a terrified child.

Tears spilled from her eyes and her lips parted in a soft wail as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and cried against his solid chest. She curled her fingers into his t-shirt, not minding that it was slightly damp from his sweat as she held on as tightly as she could. Between sobs, all she said was his name, over and over again. "Dean..."