Welcome to Chapter two of our story :D

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Sitting here litterally watching paint dry, so I decided why not write another chapter? We shall see how it goes!

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Tethered Love 2

Chapter 2: Suspicions or Memories?

Dean smirked and pressed his lips against Amy's cheek, "Yeah... I missed you,"

Amy grinned and nuzzled into his bare chest. She turned onto her side to get a better look at him, as she traced along his chest lightly with her fingers.

Dean closed his eyes and sighed, "You're gonna get me into trouble, baby." He slowly ran his hand up her leg when he stopped, feeling thread which meant stitches lay on her skin. His eyes snapped open and he frowned pulling the sheets off of Amy.

Amy pulled them back, "Dean, I'm fine."

"Hell you're not!" He growled and ripped the sheet away to look at the stitching he noticed to look eerily similar to the one on his thigh, "Amy"-

Amy huffed and stood up throwing her pink sweater back on, "I told you, Dean, I am fine." She pointed to herself, "See? Walking!" She stomped around the room to prover her point.

Sitting up, he threw his leg over the side of the bed, "Weird isn't it? Seeing as you and I have the same mark?"

Amy paused, feeling her heart rate start to pick up, "It's coincidence. I fell down the stairs earlier..." she muttered trying to come up with a decent lie.

Dean shook his head and groaned, pulling his boxers and jeans back on. The shirt he left off. He clenched his jaw together and marched past Amy out of his room, making sure to slam his door for good measure. He went straight for the fridge, cracking open a beer and pressing it against his lips. The cool liquid slid past them. He wiped the drizzle from his chin, "Goddamn woman!"

He had suspicions for sometime that the fantasy that they were living in was just too good to be true. There had to be sideaffects for him being alive, and he didn't like it either.

Whoosh.

Dean blinked, and turned his head at the sound, "Cas?"

Cas stood there in his trench coat and blue tie, "Hello, Dean."

Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, "What brings your feathery ass down here?"

Raising his eyebrow, a confused look crossed Cas's face, "My ass isn't"-

"Cut to the chase," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay..." Cas muttered rubbing his hands together, "I came to fix something."

"Yeah? Like what?"

He stalked closer to Dean, holding two fingers up, "You."

Before Dean could object Cas's fingers touched Dean's forehead, wiping the memory of the last hour. Dean fell foreward, and Cas caught him, dragging him to the couch.

Amy stood in the doorway. She called Cas. It wasn't the first time they had gone through this, "Thank you."

Cas didn't look at her, too worried with making sure Dean was comfortable, "We can't keep doing this, Amy."

Amy nodded, "I know, just this last time. I promise I will be more careful."

"Good, because I have matters to attend to and I will be gone for a while," with that, Cas stood up and walked over to Amy, quickly healing the wound on her thigh. Dean's then... was gone too. Along with Castiel, who was budy dealing with matters of heaven.

Amy stood over Dean and brushed the hair out of his face. He started grumbling, and opened his eyes shocked to see her there, "Amy?" he blinked again, "Amy!" He grinned and pulled her down for a kiss, "Oh... baby... how I have missed you!"

Amy sighed as his kisses trailed over her neck. She wanted him, but her mind traveled else where, Let me guess... I taste as good as apple pie?"

Dean scruched his eyebrows together, "How did you know I was gonna say that?"

Amy shrugged her shoulder with a light laugh, "I know you to well Big Boy."

He pulled her down and pressed his lips to hers as he trailed his fingers up her back. Amy shivered and began to pull off her shirt, when the heavy door of the bunker was heard opening, "Dean! I brought your damn pie!"

Amy quickly slid off of Dean, as he sat up... trying to remeber Sammy leaving... he shook his head, convincing himself that he was just being dillousanal. He grabbed Amy's wrist before she slithered away, "We'll finish this welcome back later?" He grinned winking at her.

"Okay, Dean," she smiled on the outside, but hurt on the inside. She hated lying to him. Starting to walk off, she decided to add, "Dean, Cas came over and fixed you up. You should be good as new."

"Ah," Dean rubbed his head. That explains it.

Well! There you go! Another chapter of our lovely story! Please reveiw and let me know what you think!

My paint is now done drying and I can continue there! I will post another chapter soon! Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

~Dean'sGirl555