The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the city below. Dean lay on his side, eyes barely open, the warmth of Thalia's body pressed against him. Her breathing was soft, steady completely at ease.
Their earlier… encounter had left them both spent. But while Thalia slept soundly, Dean's mind was still on the mission. The line they'd crossed? He pushed it aside. This was still work.
Slowly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. The cool air brushed against his bare skin as he crept over to where her phone rested on the nightstand. He picked it up, glancing back at her. Still asleep.
With practiced fingers, he unlocked it.He scrolled quickly, eyes scanning messages, contacts. Names. Numbers. Deals. It was a goldmine of information.
But it wasn't enough. He needed more.
He pulled out a small tracker a sleek, barely noticeable chip. With precision, he slid it into a thin slit near the case. It was invisible. Perfect.
The phone was back in place within seconds. Dean exhaled, tension in his chest easing. He returned to bed, careful to sink back into his spot like nothing happened.
Thalia shifted slightly, her hand brushing over his chest as she snuggled closer.
Dean stared at the ceiling, heart racing.
He was getting closer to taking her down.
But damn… it was getting harder to remember which side he was really on.