Summary: Dean doesn't want her involved in the pending Apocalypse, but she's been with him for three years and she's not leaving him to deal with this alone. Truthfully, he needs her a damn sight more than he lets on. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my Erin Singer.


You're All That I Need

~Chapter Two: Our First Night~

Dean held Erin's hand as the young woman came through the door slowly, gasping as she was pulled into a hug by her father who gripped her tight and pressed kisses to her wet hair, Sam looking over at his brother who looked back, raising an eyebrow and scrubbing a hand over his face.

"God, Erin, I was so worried..." Bobby breathed, "You okay?"

"Cold..." Erin replied with a sniffle, turning to her boyfriend, "Need you, Dean..."

Dean nodded and Bobby let Erin go, feeling how cold she was when she cupped his face and kissed his cheek. He was just so relieved that his daughter was safe but he knew she needed to get warm and soon.

"Love you, Dad." She whispered.

"Love you too, sweetie." Bobby replied, rubbing her back gently and thanking Dean with a silent nod as he led Erin up the stairs to her room.

He sighed and turned to Sam, the younger Winchester a little relieved to see how relieved Bobby looked now Erin was safely at home. Bobby knew that she and Dean would have to get...reacquainted that night, but they'd been apart for four months and Erin had devoted three years of her life to Dean; to caring for him and being with him, and trying to protect him as much as she could, as Dean had with her. He sighed and nodded at Sam who grimaced and finished his beer.

"I'm gonna get a drink." He said, Sam nodding in response before following his surrogate father.


Dean's warm body was wrapped around Erin's as she shivered in his arms, the older Winchester busy trying to get her wet clothes off of her body so she could take a bath. She just seemed paralysed whether by cold or by the shock of what had happened that day. He looked to the bedside table and saw that familiar photo of them that she'd had taken not long before Dean went to Hell, and the pair of them looked so happy it made Dean's chest ache. He couldn't be happy again, not after what he'd been through in Hell, constantly being tortured with threats to her over and over again, being ripped apart, ripping others apart...it was just so sickening and he didn't want to think about it.

"You okay to walk, baby?"

Erin nodded and climbed off of the bed just in her underwear, Dean going with her just to keep an eye on her before letting her take her bath in peace. He sat on the bed he'd no doubt be sharing with her that night, and he buried his face in his hands. He ran shaking fingers through his hair and decided to make the bedroom nice for her, so he drew the curtains and went downstairs to find Bobby and Sam researching in books to see if they could find what had brought him back.

"You got any candles, Bobby?" He asked, Bobby nodding and getting the drift before heading into the kitchen and grabbing a bag of small ones.

"Be careful, huh?" He asked, "Y'know...she's not been with you for four months and suddenly you're back and getting straight into things again. Just take it easy with her."

"Of course I will." Dean replied, "Thanks, Bobby."

He patted the older man on the shoulder and took the bag of candles, checking he had his lighter before returning upstairs and decorating the room, not forgetting to put a condom on the bedside table, should they get that far. Erin only deserved the best, and he wasn't going to rush this, simply because he didn't want to rush and because Erin deserved gentleness and care. He just wished he had the guts to tell the girl that he loved her, but every time he went to say it, he found himself lost for words. He just wished he could prove to her that he loved her more than life itself, that he'd give anything and everything to protect her and to love her. He'd go back to Hell over and over again if it kept her safe.

Within ten minutes, he'd completed decorating the room and if he said so himself, he'd not done a bad job at all. He waited on the bed and listened to Erin's hairdryer, bracing himself for their first night in four months. He turned as the door opened, Erin entering the room and gasping as she saw how beautiful it looked. Dean couldn't wait any longer as he watched her close the door and as she turned her walked up to her and kissed her deeply, feeling her just melt in his arms as she always had done. Breaking their kiss, they looked into each other's eyes and kissed again gently, Erin biting her lip shyly before taking Dean's hand to pull him closer and winding her arms around him as they kissed passionately.

"You sure you want this, baby?" Dean asked, Erin nodding in response.

"Do you?" She asked, Dean smiling and kissing her to prove that he did.

They ended up on the bed, Dean above Erin as they kissed slowly, Dean using his lips and tongue to draw her into him, to make her feel safe and appreciated as she lay beneath him. He leaned into her neck, the pair just melting against each other and rocking their hips slowly. A soft moan escaped Erin's lips as Dean bit down softly on that sensitive part of her body, feeling her shiver beneath the touch. This night was going to be wonderful.


Erin rested her head on Dean's shoulder, holding onto him tightly as he gripped her body to his own. Their bodies were sticky with sweat, hands clutching each other as though they were afraid to let each other go. They were sat up, Erin writhing in Dean's lap as he ran his hands up to her shoulders, keeping his body moving in time with hers.

"Erin..." He whispered, biting his lip at the feelings going through his body.

"Dean..." Erin whispered back, lifting her head and pressing a kiss to his lips, "Missed you so much..."

"Missed you too, baby..." Dean breathed, kissing her again and pressing his forehead to hers, hearing a moan escape her lips before he lifted her up, laying her so slowly and gently against the bed before thrusting deeply, burying his face in her neck.

"Oh, God..." Erin breathed, gripping him to push him deeper into her body, fully sheathing himself inside, "Dean!"

Their fingers locked and their eyes did, Dean pressing his forehead to hers and whispering something he really thought was girly, but Erin's heart sored at it before she could reply.

"Erin...you won't leave me, right?"

"Never." Erin whispered, "Not ever gonna leave you, Dean Winchester."

"You'll let me keep you safe?" Dean whispered, shivering at his approaching climax, "You'll let me look after you?"

"Yeah." Erin replied, "I will, Dean."

Dean felt a little relieved at that and he pressed a kiss to her lips, pulling her back into his lap just in time for their climax, the two rocking through it and shivering as they kissed and held each other, just grateful to be back in each other's arms. Dean wanted to say those special three words, but he couldn't bring himself to. Those he loved got hurt and killed around him and he couldn't bear to have that happen to Erin.

"Damnit, baby..." He breathed, laying them both on the mattress before leaving her body but resting incredibly close by, one arm crossing her body and pulling her closer to him as he lay on his stomach.

They shared gentle kisses and gazes, eventually growing tired and falling asleep in each other's arms.

-TBC-


Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx