Holly, still unable to form words, walked around the bookshelves observing all of the different books. Many of the books looked centuries old and she gingerly reached out to run her fingers across the spines of some. They were redolent of paper and ink that had been shelved for far too long, she enjoyed the scent. Some of the books had strange titles, others she couldn't even read. When she came to the end of the room she turned back to Dean, her eyes swimming with amazement. He had watched her the whole time, wanting nothing more than to leave her to her own devices, let her relish in the room she would gladly never leave. She looked like a child that had been left free roam of a candy store. He had quickly learnt, in the early days of their relationship, that Holly loved to read and would often find her with her head in a book. At her house there were not enough shelves to store all the books.

"This is amazing," Holly breathed as she moved closer to Dean.

"Glad you like it," Dean smiled, taking her hand and pulling her close.

"You should have bought me here sooner," Holly said, her voice soft as if she were in an actual library.

"Yeah...Well..." Dean trailed off then. "How about we order Thai for dinner?"

"Sounds good," Holly beamed. They phoned and ordered the meals they usually got then sat at the end of one of the mahogany tables. They talked about nothing in particular until Dean stood and walked up another spiral staircase. Holly listened as a door creaked open, she could hear Dean's voice and moments later he was back. She realised he must have timed the delivery. He placed the food on the table and disappeared through a door before he returned with two forks and two plates.

They ate and talked, joked and laughed. Holly wondered why this couldn't have been sooner. She wasn't sure what the problem was with bringing her here. Dean was relaxed and didn't seem to have a worry in the world. He disappeared through the door again, which Holly determined to be to the kitchen, to get drinks. When he returned he had a glass of wine for her and a beer for himself. She thanked him and sipped on the fragrant Shiraz. They hadn't spent a few weekends together, both having worked. Holly was overjoyed that everything was so relaxed. She'd had her doubts that the night wouldn't proceed any further when Dean said they were going to his place. Half an hour later they had finished eating and Dean cleared the plates and leftover's away. When he came back he stood behind Holly and bent down to place a kiss to her exposed neck.

"Come on..." he said as he took her hand. They walked down a hallway and stopped at a door which Dean opened and Holly walked in.

"This your room?" she asked, looking at the very simple room.

"Yep...I'll be right back, just going to lock up the Impala," Dean said then turned and left. Holly moved into the bedroom and looked at the shelf above the bed; an Ipod, headphones, a couple of books and a small fan. The furniture all matched and Holly ran her fingers over the top of the set of drawers. The desk had a box on it, but nothing else. She sat down on the bed, tracing the pattern of the headboard. Five minutes later Dean was leaning against the doorway.

"Have I told you..." Dean trailed off as he closed the door. He moved over and sat next to Holly, his hand coming to rest on her thigh. "...That you are beautiful?" Holly felt her cheeks grow into a shade of pink. It wasn't that Dean didn't compliment her often, because he did, it was the tone of his voice that got her. He had a way of speaking, softly and almost drawn out, that made her heart flutter. He tucked a few fly-away strands of hair behind her ear and his fingers brushed across her ear, followed by his lips. A shiver crept down Holly's back and her eyes fell closed. Dean pressed several gentle kisses to her neck and her head fell back, exposing more skin for Dean. His strong hands gently guided her back until she was laying down, not once taking his lips away from her skin. Neither of them were in any rush to move things along, they took their time touching and caressing, their kisses were soft yet passionate.

"You good?" Dean whispered after breaking away from another kiss. Holly nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of Dean's fingers sliding under her shirt take her away. She couldn't help but love the gentle side of Dean. They had their fair share of fast, hard, love making but when he slowed everything down, when he asked 'you good?' it was all the more special. It was as if he was taking as much time as he could to touch her, to kiss her bare skin, to get to know her body perfectly. To say it was something magical would not be an understatement for her. She wasn't sure what Dean was thinking when these moments happened upon them, and she would one day like to know, but for now she cleared her mind and let Dean work his magic.

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