"Stop being sorry." Dean sighed. "Just stop being stupid and stubborn." His smile was small, slight, but it wasn't bright. He was no longer pissed off, just tired, emotionally tired anyway.
"Really?" It wasn't that she wanted him along, so much as he could get some cool shit. "Wait! No leather. No leather pants. No mesh. None of that shit. I am not your little sidekick boytoy with some fucked up name. They'd make me into the Blackbird or some shit like that."
He was trying. Trying so very hard. He wanted to get over this, to see through to the other side, and he really wanted her there with him. They had more work to do to see things work out, but he wasn't going to just run. He'd had enough of the running.
"You aren't alone anymore," he grabbed her hand. "You have to stop being afraid or you'll get exactly what it is you're afraid of."