The young woman he'd been protecting for the past couple of months asked him to stay in her room that night, claiming that she was too scared to be by herself. It was understandable, considering they had a dangerous encounter earlier that day, so her nerves were heightened. Ignoring his better judgment, Dean agreed to it. Now he was standing by her door, arms crossed over his chest, his body stiff. He was obviously very uncomfortable. This is what he'd been trying to avoid for weeks. Being alone with her, in her damn bedroom, was a terrible idea.
Dean was a professional; he didn't cross the line regarding his job. However, he'd found himself in a losing position when it came to her. The urge to be close to her was far greater than the possibility of losing his job. No matter how hard he had tried, he imagined doing things to her that his mother would be ashamed of him for.