Without a hitch.

We left the rec room, the large automatic doors silently sliding shut behind us. Dean stopped me before I could take a step and crouched behind me. I watched as he pulled a loose thread free of the door and ripped it off at the seam.

"You focus on walking, I'll watch out for anymore shenanigans." he said.

I nodded and together we followed the maze of hallways to my new office. Every few steps, I would stumble over my oversized pants, only for Dean to catch me and pull them back up. Doors tried to close around my shirt, but he solved that by always being the last to leave and with plenty of space. We passed a cart delivering paperwork and he managed to pull my shirts edge away from a bent piece of metal that would've snagged it.

What should've been a five minute walk took fifteen as we took it slow and Dean went out of his way to help make sure I remained fully clothed. Vanessa was seated at a desk in front of my office, and she and Dean exchanged a nod as he let me inside.

I collapsed into the nice leather chair and sighed, "Dean, you really are an honest to god superhero."

He chuckled, "If you need an escort like that again, let me know. I'll be happy to help."

"I think I'll keep that in mind. Though people might start talking if the Director of the Wards is constantly being escorted by one of her subordinates." I laughed nervously.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah, I guess they would." Then he grabbed a pen off my desk and scribbled something on a post it note before giving it to me. I choked when I saw it was his cellphone number.

"So if they're going to talk, lets make sure they're not rumors." he said, the smile clear in his voice.

I looked at the number, him, and at the number again, "I...you... iugh... Aren't you dating Glory Girl?"

"We're separated right now." he sighed, "And it looks like it might be for a while. You seem nice, I'm open to meeting new people."

"I'm sure you say that to all the naked girls you meet." I said stiffly, trying to be coy.

He took off his helmet and smiled, "No. Just the cute ones." and left while steam poured out my ears and I slumped loosely in my chair. I was going to need a few minutes to process what just happened before I could even think about tackling the papers on my desk. Screw business before pleasure, whoever said that clearly hadn't gone four years without any.