They had talked for three or four hours. It had all been very confusing for Darlina to hear, and Dean wasn't sure if she believed everything he told her. She believed some, he could see it in her face. She had been exhausted and fallen asleep from everything, and he had held her close before fallen asleep too.

When he woke up, she laid on her side with her back against him. In her hand she had his phone. He wondered how long she had been up and how many weird things she had googled. He connected his lips with her skin between her shoulder blades and kissed his way up to her shoulder before peeking over it at what she was reading up on.

"What is sushi?"

He couldn't help but laugh. Food had been the last thing on his mind. He thought she would be looking into a lot of weird things they had talked about and maybe she already had.

"What?" She asked.
"Come here," he rolled her around so she faced him. "You're so cute right now. What is sushi? How did you even get to that in your investigation about... well... everything?"

He laughed again and pecked her lips.

"Does it taste good?" She asked.
"You taste good," he pecked her lips again. "Some of it does. It all comes down to what you like and what you don't like. Taste is different from person to person."
"Do you like it?" She asked.
"Love it," he answered. "I'll tell you what. I have some errands to run today but I'll bring home sushi. I'll get some of everything to figure out what you might like. Sound good?"
"I'll eat whatever you serve," she said.
"No, it doesn't work like that out here in the real world. You got a choice. So tell me, chipmunk, do you want me to bring home sushi or do you want something else?" He asked.
"I think I'd like to try it," she answered.
"Good, then it's settled," he smiled. "Let's take a shower."
"Together?" She asked.
"Yes, together," he answered.

He pulled her out of bed, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her while backing her out of the bedroom. Soon they were standing together under the shower and he showed her how washing each other could be a semi erotic experience on its own. After getting dressed again, he grabbed his phone.

"Stand up against the wall. I need a picture," he said.

She moved to the white bedroom wall and looked at him.

"What for?" She asked.
"You don't exist anywhere. I know a guy who creates fake IDs. You're gonna need one," he answered. "What's your full name?"
"Darlina," she answered.
"Fuck, he never gave you a last name?" He stared at her in wonder. "Well, chipmunk, guess you have to be Darlina Ambrose then."
"Like your sister?" She asked.
"Or my wife," he winked. "Although that is way out in the future for us."

He snapped a couple of photos and smiled at her.

"Pretty," he said. "Now, come on."

She followed him out in the living room where he turned on his laptop and opened google for her.

"Same as the phone although it has a keyboard. More easy for you. Google away. I'll be gone for hours but go through my fridge and cabinets if you get hungry. Nothing is off limit for you," he said.

He kissed her and went on his way. He had a lot to do on this day. First he needed to see his criminal friend Scott Dawson to create a fake ID for her and to get his help to wire all his money to a safe account. He needed everything in his name gone from the public. His bank account and his apartment. While Scott worked on the ID, Dean called his landlord to tell him he would be moving out by the end of the month.

"Where are you planning on taking her?" Scott held up her ID and scanned it for errors.
"I own a cabin far away," Dean answered. "It's been handed down in the family for generations and it's still under my great great grandfather's name. He wasn't an Ambrose so no one will look in that direction."
"I wish you all the luck in the world," Scott handed Dean the ID. "She's legit now. Although you might wanna keep her out of trouble. Hospitals never run IDs through anything but the cops do. They'll find out quickly no one was ever named Darlina Ambrose."
"Thanks, Scott," Dean said.
"Now on to the money part," Scott smiled. "Let's get all your shit moved and of course you have to pay me too."

When Dean finally returned home around dinner time with a bag of sushi, he heard moaning right away. It wasn't her voice though. Unknown people were moaning. He moved into the living room and sat down next to her on the couch where she still was with his laptop open on a porn site. In front of her were three empty coca-cola bottles and a plate with breadcrumbs.

"How did you find porn?" He chuckled.
"I really like that stuff," she said.
"What? Porn?" He laughed louder.
"That brown stuff," she pointed at the bottles. "Coca-cola. It tastes good. You don't have anymore though. I drank them all. You said nothing was off limit."
"It's not," he said.

He took the laptop from her, paused the movie and placed the laptop on the table in front of them.

"Is that hard fucking? What they did on the video?" She asked.
"Yes," he answered. "What you saw, the way they were standing, is called doggystyle."
"Why did she scream like that?" She asked.
"Because she liked it," he answered.
"I didn't scream like that and I liked it too," she said.
"No, you screamed differently," he said.

He jumped up to sit on his knees, pulled her close and ran his tongue up her neck.

"You sounded so sweet. You responded perfectly to what I did to you," he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. "There's no real way of sounding. You do what feels right for you. I wanna hear you, see you, taste you and feel you in any shape or form. I wanna have you."
"Will you make me feel good again today?" She asked.
"Yes," he kissed her. "So fucking good. That's a promise. But first we gotta eat."
"Is that sushi?" She pointed at the bag.
"As promised," he said.

He stood up and pulled her up too. He grabbed the bag and they moved to the kitchen where he set the table. He handed her the ID and she looked at her own picture and name.

"Ambrose," she whispered. "Darlina Ambrose. I kinda like it."
"I kinda like it too," he smiled. "Sit down, chipmunk. I'm about to take you on a culinary trip."

To her credit, she tried it all but not everything got swallowed. She spat out the shrimp in the trashcan while he couldn't stop laughing. It quickly turned out salmon and trout was the way to go with her.

After dinner he laid her down naked on the bed, giving her the exact same experience as the night before. He made her cum twice again, once by his tongue and fingers and once by having sex with her. There was no pain this time and he dared to move a little faster and a little harder but nothing over the top. He didn't wanna hurt her.

"Can I borrow some of your clothes tomorrow?" She asked.
"Shit," he muttered and kissed her forehead. "Sure thing, chipmunk. We'll figure it out. Now go to sleep."

He waited until she was far gone in dreamland before leaving the bed and getting dressed. He left his apartment and drove back to hers. He kept his hood up as he walked into the apartment complex and up the stairs to the second floor. He wasn't even surprised when he found the apartment door unlocked. Sting had probably not even given her a key.

"Okay," he whispered to himself. "Let's do this."

He kept his head down as he moved into her apartment with a roll of big plastic bags. He quickly found the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. He pulled out every piece of clothing and threw it in the bags without looking at what it was. He then moved to the dresser with four drawers, starting from below and working his way up, emptying them all. Then he ran down the stairs, jumped into his car and sped away.

She was still sleeping when he came home. He put down the bags on the floor and got out of his clothes. He climbed back up on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. She made some cute noises in her sleep and he smiled before dropping a kiss on her shoulder and closing his eyes. One step closer to getting the hell away from this town, away from every bad memory, away from Sting. He was gonna keep her safe and let her live.