AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Still dedicated to Kalli-kins.

This chapter has some sensuality, and Emily still has a mouth.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

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Sam hated it when Dean simply stuck his feelings on the back burner like he was doing now, and he wanted it to stop. He had done some really terrible things to his brother and he knew he couldn't take them back, but he really needed to understand that he was sorry. Sorry wasn't going to fix it, but it was at least something, and Sam felt like Dean deserved an apology—he deserved something. All those years that Sam had looked up to and trusted Dean, and it had all been shot to Hell because Sam had trusted the wrong person…because Sam had almost killed his brother.

Dean could tell that the wheels were turning in Sam's head and desperately hoped that Sam wouldn't bring any of it up. Dean didn't want to hear it, and he knew that eventually he would have to because Sam wouldn't be able to keep it to himself, but now wasn't the time. Now Dean still felt hurt and betrayed, and talking about what had happened between them right then was not going to solve anything—right now they were just working on a hunt…a rather hard hunt at that.

"Dean, I—" Sam tried.

"—I'm thinking we should ask Bobby about what kind of leads he has. I should call him." Dean said, not wanting to deal with what Sam thought he had to do right now.

Sam took a deep breath. "Dean I need you to know how I bad I feel about all of this, all right? I know that a simple 'I was wrong, I'm sorry' doesn't do it justice, but—"

"—then why keep bringing it up, Sam?!" Dean asked him angrily, looking at him for the first time in what felt like ages to Sam. "Look, it happened, it's in the past, may we please move on? Right now you're here and we both have a hunt to do."

Sam nodded slowly, wanting to continue his apology and yet knowing that he didn't want to make Dean any more angry or hostile than he already was. Dean was beyond hurt right then and he just wanted this hunt over with…he wanted to stop thinking about Sam's betrayal and about the prophet telling them that Castiel was dead. Castiel had yet to get into contact with them because he was rounding up hunters and the like to stop Lucifer, and Dean was scarred. Castiel had been his friend, and Sam his brother, and he felt like he'd lost both of them entirely.

Unfortunately Sam knew that Dean felt that way and didn't want address it—it was like facing their parents' deaths all over again, and Sam wanted to help him but knew that he couldn't. All of the trust and respect that Dean had once had for him was entirely gone and he deserved the hostility…and yet he wanted to make it up to Dean and he wanted Dean to see that he was truly hurting over the decisions that he had made. Sadly, Sam was going to have to wait until Dean was in more of a receptive mood and so Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby's number.

"I'll call him…you keep researching." Sam told Dean, and sighed a little when Dean nodded and walked over to the other side of the motel room.

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"I think this is the third time I've had to jump start your Charger. Maybe you should invest in a new car." Bobby told Emily with a laugh as they walked through the cold night air to his car.

Emily shot him a look. "My baby may be having some problems lately, but I will never trade my baby in. Will you just jump start it or are you going to be a smart ass the whole time?"

Bobby chuckled. "Oh come on, Em! Being a smart ass is part of my charm!"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, sure it is. I don't know if I can agree with that, but I think a certain lady we both know might be willing to agree to it."

"What are you talking about?" Bobby asked her.

Emily laughed. "Ellen of course."

Bobby gave Emily a look as they got in his car and drove towards hers but Emily was stubborn and she wasn't about to let it go. She was definitely going to be bothering Bobby about this for a very long time because she had seen the looks that the two had been giving each other. Bobby had been helping Ellen with the new Roadhouse since she had decided to rebuild it, and he came to visit her quite often. Besides, Ellen's husband had been dead quite a long time, same with Bobby's wife, and the two of them were rather perfect together as far as Emily was concerned. She wanted to see both of the hunter's happy and if that meant being happy together then it was almost better.

"You see what you want to see." Bobby told Emily with a shake of his head.

Emily smiled at him as they parked. "It's an itch you should scratch, Bobby."

"Your epic car could use a paintjob." Bobby told Emily and laughed when she playfully hit his arm. "I'm just saying."

"Yeah? Well less talk and more fixing her, Smart Ass." Emily replied sternly.

Bobby nodded and got out of the car to help her out finishing helping her to get it to run when his cell phone rang and he recognized the number: Sam. Emily nodded to him and thanked him, climbing into her car and watching him as he took the cables off and shut the hood of his car and got into his own. As he drove off Emily gave a loud shriek, and then smiled at the angel sitting in her passenger seat—the man needed to learn to wear a bell or something.

"Hey there, Angel Sex! I'm glad to see you alive and kicking." Emily told him with a wink.

Castiel cast her a look. "Emily, this is business."

"Fine be all sexy and commanding…what is it now?" She asked him, her cheeky smile fading when he stayed serious as per usual.

"I need to take you to Cecily." Castiel explained.

Emily made a face. "Can we take the car too?"

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Cecily snuggled into her sheets and traced a couple bruises she'd received from the last hunt that she had been on. She was new to hunting and not very good at it, but Castiel never let her down, and he did help her to find other hunters sometimes when the task was too large for her to handle on her own. Honestly Cecily had never trusted anyone as much as she trusted Castiel, and if he said they needed to find Lucifer and she needed to meet up with fellow hunters, than so be it. First though…first Cecily needed to shake off the dreams that she had been having lately.

"Just close your eyes, Cec…it can't be as bad as the last one." Cecily coaxed herself.

Nodding slowly, she closed her eyes and wiggled her toes a little against the cotton sheets, trying to warm up. The wind whistled outside and it actually calmed her, even though she knew what could possibly be outside…even thought she knew about what actually went bump in the night. Darkness calmed Cecily, and things were much tamer than they had been before, and so all she could do was simply count blessings, and she drifted off to sleep.

"What are you thinking about?" Dean asked Cecily, stroking her hair as he rested his back against the headboard of her bed. "You always bite your lip when you're thinking."

Cecily laughed softly, holding the covers tightly around her naked body. "I was thinking about our part in all of this…I was thinking about what Cas said."

Dean nodded and sat up a little more, leaning towards her as she sat there. "I think that the two of you need to stop worrying."

"Dean, I can't help but worry." Cecily replied, kissing him softly. "Now get up and get dressed just in case Johnny wakes up."

Dean chuckled softly. "I really think that our son will sleep through the night."

"I think there's a possibility that he won't, and you know it." Cecily replied, but let Dean kiss her again, smiling at how nice it felt to be loved and wanted.

Dean and Cecily woke up simultaneously, and Cecily sat up in her bed, running her fingers through her dark loose locks as Dean ran his hand down his face. The dream was completely miffing for them both, and they wished there was a way to figure out exactly what it meant…wished they knew why they had had it in the first place. If there was one thing that Cecily was sure of, it was that she should not have been dreaming about Dean Winchester—and he was sure he shouldn't have been dreaming about her. Cecily was certain that she shouldn't have been dreaming about the man that sliced into her in Hell and Dean knew it was strange to dream about the woman he tortured…and the way they were tried together because his torture of her had broken the first seal.

Note: The dream about each other is very important for next chapter. =)