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Then

I wake up and start to get dressed, wanting to leave before he wakes up, but I'm not quick enough.
"Leaving so early?"

"I have work."

He grabs two of my belt loops and pulls me down into a kiss. "You can be late today." He pulls me over him, making me straddle his hips.

I smile and kiss him hard. "Fine, I will be late."

He places a hand on my cheek and pulls me into a deep kiss, pulling my tank top off again, being careful not to hit my wrist, which I have a wrap on.

I lean down, kissing the tattoo on the left side of his chest. "Does this tattoo have any significant meaning?"

"Not really, just something I saw in one of the books at the shop."

"Oh, cool."

He smiles and goes back to kissing me, before beginning to unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off. He then flips us so that he is on top.

I wrap my arms around his neck and play with his hair.

"Are you ready to go?"

I jump and sit up, pulling the covers over myself as he rolls to the side.

He grins and looks at his brother. "Hey, Sammy, can you give us a minute?"

Sam sighs and walks back out of the motel room.

We both get up and begin to get dressed. When we are finished getting dressed he kisses me and walks me out.

When we reach my car He looks me in the eyes. "What's your name?"

"Nevaeh, Heaven back words, what's yours?"

"Dean."

I kiss him one last time before I get into my car and drive off. I pull the bandage off of my wrist and go to the motel room I have been staying in, getting dressed in a skirt suit. I throw my hair into a neat bun and pack my car before leaving. My one night of fun is over and it's time to get back to work.

I knock on the door and wait. When the door opens we show our badges.

"I'm Agent Jagger and this is my partner Agent Tyler."

"One of your guys is already here."

I look at Sammy then back at the man as he lets us in. When we get to the living room the woman from this morning is sitting on the couch, her dirty blonde waves now pulled into a tight bun.

She smiles when she sees us, hiding her shock, then turns back to the woman she was talking to. "I'll be right back; I'm going to talk to those two." She gets up and walks outside and we follow.

I close the door behind us. "Not really a waitress I'm guessing?"

She shakes her head and points at my chest. "The tattoo on your chest, not just something you picked from a book right?"

I shake my head. "Your wrist isn't really sprained?"

She shows me her wrist, it has the anti-possession tattoo on it and I nod in understanding. "So you two are hunters too?"

"Yeah, we're looking for our dad."