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One day later Dean pulls the Impala into the small parking area in the back of Lizzy's apartment as the sun just begins to set. It is a little before six at night and about damn time he got there, Dean thinks to himself. He drove even faster than he normally does and how he didn't get pulled over he'll never know. He only slept in his car at a rest stop for a short time around five in the morning. Too excited to sleep, he was only able to get his body to relax for four restless hours before he was up and alert enough to continue. He couldn't wait to get there, to be with her.

During the tedious drive he thought about the two of them a lot, recognizing how odd it felt to be in the place he is, so absolutely happy and head over heels in love with a… girlfriend? Gross. What a weird, uncomfortable label. He always hated that term, even before he was dropped into his current and highly unexpected situation. It felt artificial and childish, and not nearly enough to describe what they were. And the worst part of it all is if he really does have a girlfriend then that makes him someone's… boyfriend. Awful. That's even stranger to think about and way more surreal. Two years ago he would have laughed at someone if they said he'd be in this position by now. Fucking life, man.

He honks once to let her know he's arrived and before he even has his second foot out of the car she's jogging around the corner of the house to greet him, huge smile in place. Her dark hair flies freely behind her as she moves quickly and Dean walks to the front of the car. Standing there and grinning widely, he waits for her to reach him. Damn, every time he sees her he's blown away by his good fortune. She's so beautiful, so fucking sexy, so beyond cool in every way, and so totally perfect for him. How it is that this has worked out so far, he'll never really understand. Then again, maybe he shouldn't try too hard. Let it be what it is and not look too closely. Whenever he analyzes anything, very rarely does he like what he finds. Instead Dean brushes away the negative thoughts and stands tall, bracing himself as he waits for her to practically bowl him over like he knows she's going to.

Lizzy leaps up onto him while squealing her happiness once she reaches him. She wraps her arms around his neck and legs around his waist on impact and Dean catches her, taking a few steps backwards with her forceful momentum to keep his balance in check as he laughs a little. They hold on tightly, hugging away the negative feelings that have collected from the long, lonely days and Dean sighs loudly in relief; something he does every time he sees her after being apart for any length of time. He feels as though he's always holding his breath until he gets her back again and can breathe once more.

Lizzy smiles brightly and looks him over carefully, her usual routine after being away from him. She tries her damnedest to gage where his head is, what shape he's in physically, and make sure he's just simply alright enough to function. Once she's satisfied that he is, she cups his face and grins widely.

"I missed you," she honestly tells him while looking into his eyes finally.

"Missed you t…" Dean gets cut off by her lips. She knows what he was going to say anyways and she wasn't willing to wait the time it took for him to finish the sentence. They haven't seen each other once since they parted ways a few days after the whole Rising of the Witnesses disaster. They spent a few days quietly researching in her apartment with Sam before the two brothers left on a string of hunts and although they currently have a better ratio of days together versus apart than ever before, it's never enough for her. She's always craving more.

"Mmm," Lizzy hums while kissing him and not letting go. They stay there, locked together with Lizzy in his arms in front of the Impala, shamelessly making out like a couple of horny teens. They weren't the kind of people to care about what others think so a little PDA is no issue for them; they never thought twice about it really. That lack of self-consciousness comes with the job description as they were always looked at like they were nuts or up to no good anyways. They might as well always do what they want and all others be damned.

After some time, a car filled with young kids starts hollering out the window at their display. Lizzy laughs against Dean's lips when she hears them and Dean pulls away for just a moment to look at the car filled with kids and give them a shit-eating grin complete with a thumbs up.

"Yeah, dude!" a teenage boy yells out the window of the car.

"Get a room!" one of the other boys yells as they drive off.

"Good idea," Lizzy remarks as she turns his face by his chin back to hers and kisses him again, deeper than before while trying to convey her intentions silently. His hands move to cup her ass and he squeezes playfully, making her even more motivated to get them away from prying eyes. "Inside. Now."

Her demanding tone makes Dean start moving instantly. Anytime she gets insistent like this he knows better than to not listen. Forgoing his bag in the car, his feet begin walking on their own accord. He needs her, right now. When Sam is with him, they do the cordial thing with tame kisses hello and proper behavior in order to be polite. This time, no one was there to dictate their actions. They have free reign to do whatever they please and waiting to tear into each other is not what either pleased.

Dean blindly navigates the walkway, his feet tripping slightly over the first step in front of the porch. Lizzy giggles lightly with the falter, but keeps kissing him. They barrel through the porch door followed by the house's front door immediately after. Once in the foyer, Lizzy jumps down from her place perched high on him and quickly reaches for his jacket as Dean kicks the door closed with his foot. Suddenly it's a frenzy of lips and hands as soon as they hear the door click into place. Lizzy yanks the green canvas coat she gave him a few years ago off of his shoulders and lets it fall onto the floor. She then backs Dean up until he's standing against the foyer's side wall, her hands pressed to his chest before grasping onto his unbuttoned flannel and shoving that away also. Dean struggles slightly while trying to hastily free his arms behind him from the shirt's sleeves and Lizzy laughs a little with his uncoordinated movements. He's usually the smooth one during times like these so seeing him get caught up is a small delight for her.

"You know you're awful cute when you get all flustered like this," she smiles up to him as he finally gets the shirt off.

"Shut up," he smiles out and leans forward, kissing her once more and helping her out of her own tan leather jacket. He can't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up when he realizes she's wearing her Led Zeppelin t-shirt underneath it.

"You're grinning like an idiot," she comments when she sees him smile suddenly. She reaches out and grasps the bottom hem of his t-shirt, her fingers brushing lightly against his stomach as she does.

"You're wearing the same…" he pauses as his shirt is lifted hastily over his head, "…thing you were wearing when we met." She pauses for a moment to look at him with disbelief. "What?" he asks, confused by her reaction.

"When did you become such a fucking girl?" she smirks to him before pulling him down by the back of his neck to kiss her again, preventing him from saying some lame retort.

As her tongue runs across his bottom lip, Dean finds his comeback he planned on fade away. He lets her win this one and for once he doesn't care because God damned did she taste good.

"Good Lord," Lizzy says as her hands roam his torso, taking in the feel of his well-maintained body. "Perfect." She's always reduced to a drooling, needy mess by his form. And his eyes. And his lips, oh God, his lips.

Dean returns with a prideful smirk before squeezing her ass one more time, pulling her hips into his own. She purrs with the feeling and Dean swiftly flips their position, Lizzy with her back against the wall now as his need to take control wins over. His hands feel her body, each beautiful curve bringing him closer to the breaking point where he'll just give up and take her on the spot. She did this to him all the time, made him hotter than any other girl ever has. He was helpless against his feelings for her, and his need to be connected to her at all times. "So fucking sexy," he tells her, his voice going lower as his mouth is just millimeters from her ear.

Lizzy bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes with the sound, coming undone with that gravelly tone he uses on her. "Hearing your voice in person is so much better than over the phone."

Dean, keeping his mouth to her ear, reaches for the button of her pants. "You like the way my voice sounds?" He's already well aware of the answer and loves to abuse the knowledge whenever he can.

"Love the way your voice sounds," she says while opening her lids and turning to him, kissing him, but Dean leans away once her jeans are open.

"Then my voice is telling you to lose that bra," he says quietly and reaches out to stop her hands when she attempts to lift her shirt over her head. "Nope. The shirt stays. Just the bra needs to go."

"Such a sentimentalist," Lizzy jokes, knowing he wants her to keep it on because it reminds him of when they'd met. It was adorable, really, but she'd never tell him that. At least not right now.

Lizzy, breathing hard and trying to gather her rambling brain enough to register anything, stands leaning against the wall for a quick second as she recovers. She watches Dean remove the remainder of his clothing and thinks to herself that this is what makes life so worth living. The loss, the misery, the fright, all of it. As long as she can have this, nothing else mattered. She gets caught up enjoying her self-indulgent staring when Dean looks over to her and smiles. He's already smiled more times since he pulled into her driveway than he has in all the time they've been apart.

"Hey," Dean calls to her, trying to pull her back to reality. "Stairs." He nudges his head in the direction of the staircase, reminding her of what she should be doing.

"Sorry. I was… just trying to figure out…" Lizzy steps in front of him, pulling him into another heated kiss before finishing her sentence as her lips brush against his. "…which way you wanted to take me; from the front or the back?" She smiles playfully up at him, her lust in absolute overdrive now.

"Fuck," Dean huffs out, surprised by the excellent question she asks. "Lady's choice."

"Ooh, the back it is then." Lizzy kisses him slowly one more time before making quick work of her panties. She climbs up onto the steps while facing away from him. Her knees perched on the second to last step, in the very place she sat a little over a month ago when he'd kissed her for the first time since he'd been in hell. Looking over her shoulder she gives him her usual bright smile that's now coated in absolute want and desire for him and with that vision before him Dean couldn't have gotten to her fast enough. Within a second he was standing close behind her, her back pressed to his stomach, and he turns her head to the side by her cheek to kiss her again when he hears the now all too familiar fluttering sound.

"We need to talk," the flat and stern voice calls to him from behind where he's facing.