Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Jackie belongs to me.

Inspired by the songs Come Over by Kenny Chesney and One More Night by Maroon 5 and let's be honest who wouldn't want a night with Dean? ;)

One More Night

"Have a good night," Sam nodded in my direction as I unlocked my motel room door.

"Yeah," I tried to smile back as I watched Dean pulling his duffel out of the trunk of his precious Impala.

Walking into the outdated motel room I threw my bag in the empty chair and sat on the bed. I turned the television on, flipped through the channels without really paying attention to what was on before turning it off and flopping back on the bed thinking about last year, the worst night of my life, the night it had all gone wrong.

"Damn it, Jackie, you could have gotten yourself killed!" Dean hollered slamming the motel room door closed behind him, "I told you, you're not a hunter! This…this right here is why we can't do it! You're going to end up getting hurt!"

"I don't care!" I screamed back trying desperately to hold in the tears that threatened to fall at the thought of not being with him. I knew better I was told to wait in the car but the second I heard the shot of the gun I was out of the car and running toward the house.

"I do!" He yelled as he picked up his stuff that he had around the room and shoved them in his bag, "I'm done, Jackie, I can't do this anymore. I won't."

"So, that's it?" I asked incredulously chasing him around the room trying to stop him, "Two years of my life, of our lives, and what it's all down the drain over one night? I know it hasn't been all butterflies and roses but we are good together Dean! No, we are great for each other!"

"Look," Dean stopped for a second to catch my eyes and I thought for a minute he might actually reconsider leaving but I was wrong, "lose my number, forget I ever existed and go find someone who won't ruin your life."

It was pure coincidence that we had ended up working the same case and I almost fell over when I saw him walk into the police station looking as good as ever. We had agreed to work the case together keeping it strictly business which meant I spent most of my time with Sam. It was nice to catch up with my old friend and hear about the adventures they had been on. Sam was surprised to find I still hunted but it was the one thing I could do that felt like I was close to Dean. I, of course, didn't tell Sam that though. His brother still had every bit of my heart and it was hard just being in the same room with him.

I stole glances in his direction every chance I got and noticed how his features had hardened since the last time I had seen him. The world had always been on his shoulders, though I tried to help when we were together, but this time it looked as if for the first time he couldn't support the weight anymore.

I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. To be able to put this job and all the memories that came with it as far behind me as possible but I couldn't get myself to move. I just lay on the bed and starred up at the stained, cracked ceiling. The bed always seemed too big without him in it with me and I rarely got a full night's sleep without rolling over expecting to be wrapped in his protective arms. I sat back up and twirled my cell phone in my hands, my heart telling me to call him while my head was screaming at me not to.

I had hit the send button and it started to ring, panicking I pulled the phone away from my ear to hang up when I heard him answer.

"Yeah?"

"Hey," I answered after a second of silence my heart beating fast against my chest not knowing what he would do or say next. We had barely said two words together during the whole case and had made sure it was never just the two of us, alone.

"Hey," he repeated and I didn't know what else to say. Just the sound of his voice was like music to ears. "Jackie?"

"Yeah, sorry," I forced out a small laugh and shook my head, "I shouldn't have called."

I hung up the phone before he could say anything else. What the hell was I thinking? There was no way he felt the same way about me and there was no way we would get back together. It was all in the past and that's where it needed to stay. I was so mad at myself for even calling in the first place that I threw my phone against the wall as hard as I could causing it to smash into pieces and fall to the floor.

The knock on my door was so quiet that I almost didn't hear it, getting off the bed and peering through the peep hole I saw him standing there.

"Dean?" I questioned opening the door.

He took my face in his hands and pressed our lips together with such force and determination it was as if his life depended on it. He pulled back his hands still on my face and a little breathless almost asking my permission. I didn't think twice about throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him back into me for another knee weakening kiss that I had been craving for so long.

He walked in the room enough to kick the door shut behind him and led us over to the bed, never once coming up for air as our tongues danced around in each other's mouths fighting for more. I pushed his thick leather jacket over his broad shoulders and let it fall the floor before he pulled my shirt over my head and skillfully unhooked my bra with one hand.

When the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed I fell backwards with him standing between my legs. The look of lust in his eyes was stronger than I had ever seen as he undid my belt buckle and removed my pants before letting his drop to the floor as well. He knelt on the carpeted floor, planting small teasing kisses on the inside of my thighs and working his way up my hip to my belly button stopping for a few minutes to suck on my breast while he twirled my other nipple between his callused fingers. I inhaled deeply as the desire for him to be inside of me grew by the second and when he moved up to the side of my neck, biting it softly in the spot he remembered all too well, I turned my head to give him better access and had to grip the comforter in my hands to control myself. He found his way to my mouth again and I ground my hips upwards, feeling his erection through his boxers while my hands roamed from his back to his muscular arms. I must have teased him enough because he sat up for a minute to remove his boxers and rip my thong off of my hips before carelessly tossing it behind him. I reached up and grabbed onto his necklace to pull him closer to me again, my body pulsating with the need for him to continue. He entered me slow and cautious as to not cause me any pain and when he started moving his hips in steady movement I wrapped my legs around him, letting him go deeper than I thought was possible. When we both finished I laid wrapped in his arms, content for the first time in a long time.

"I missed you," I admitted, the euphoric feeling he had given me still in full swing. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head before getting out of bed to get dressed. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him, confused as to what he was doing. "Dean?"

"I've got to go," he replied fastening the button on his pants.

"What? Why?" I asked getting up and getting dressed myself.

"Because I can't stay here," he answered waving his arm around the room, "we can't do this. Too much has happened in the past year and I'm a different person now. You don't know me anymore, Jackie."

"But I want to," I argued pulling my shirt over my head, "Dean, don't walk out on me again."

"You'll be safer this way. I shouldn't have come over here, I'm sorry," he said softly moving towards the door but I got there first and stood in front of it.

"It's not safer, Dean, it killed me the last time you did this. I haven't felt this alive in a long time," I confessed with my hand on the door knob so he couldn't leave. "Just stay with me, please."

His eyes bore into mine as if he could see past the defenses I had up and right into my soul. We were both quiet for a minute when he tossed his jacket on the back of the chair.

"One more night."