Okay for starters I would like to thank Ckpettit! Thanks for the first review in a while, a round of applause for Ckpettit everybody! It's all thanks to Ckpettit that this chapter has been brought to you today.

It does end with a little lemon, but nothing descriptive yet, just a warning, I will warn ahead of time during this little time before we get on with the show to let you know when something, descriptive, comes up, so if you read this, you are warned, if you skip this everytime, like I usually do when I read someone else's work on this site. Some author's just go on and on and on, so I'm just fine if you so choose to skip this, it's just your own fault of you read something you didn't like or don't understand when we authors leave such lovely explanations/warnings. Anyways, enough with the ranting (I kinda just wanted to try it for once) on with this week's chapter…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me that I don't own Supernatural, fortunate for every other fan, because I wouldn't share any of the Winchester brothers.

The moment Dean's hand clamped over one bra-covered breast Claire moaned, but grabbed his hand and pulled it away. She broke the kiss and one hand was used to keep Dean's face near hers so she could rest her forehead against his and keep the intimacy that they had in that moment. They both were breathing hard from the feelings that had surfaced during their slight, 'tussle'.

"I can't. I can't Dean, I just can't I'm sorry," Claire said her heavy breathing caressing against Dean's face.

"Can't what?"

"Can't do this. I can't go further than a kiss with you, no matter how much I want to."

"But you're saying you want to," she nodded slowly wondering what he was getting at, "then I guess a kiss or two will have to suffice until I can change your mind." He pulled her back into a breathtaking kiss, his hands still wandering her body but avoiding anything currently covered by clothing. Eventually he had to stop to breathe and he rolled off her so as not to crush her but still pulled her close to his side.

They lay together like that for a few minutes before Claire stood up and went to go put her semi-dry clothes back on.

Dean didn't move from his spot until she was fully dressed, knowing he would be tempted to touch her smooth skin if he didn't wait. They needed to get back to the real world, what happened just then was a dream, a fantasy, something that may happen again, but he shouldn't expect it to.

They would get back into the car; he would drive back to the hotel and wave her off, then join his brothers waiting for the next day to come so he could see her again.

Dean shut the door behind him and both of his brothers looked up from their meal, "Oh, hey Dean we saved you a plate," Sam said, while trying to think of a way to broach the topic of Claire and what they were doing while they were gone.

"Thanks guys, but I'm not really all that hungry, split it between your selves."

Sam did as he was told, then cleaned up the kitchen area before sitting with Adam on the bed to watch some TV and do homework. It was hours before Adam finally fell asleep and Sam moved him beneath the covers then went to go talk to Dean.

"What happened at the lake today?"

"How'd you know about the lake?"

"One, you always go to the lake when you don't know how to deal with something and two, you texted me that you were taking Claire to the lake."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"So what happened?"

"Why do you assume something happened, we talked for a little bit then came back here and she went home."

"I assume something happened since you didn't eat dinner, since when do you turn down a cheeseburger? I knew something was up the minute you said you weren't hungry."

"You are way too perceptive."

"I know, so what really happened?"

"We really did talk, about her boyfriend, you saw how he treated her. When I see that I just get so mad…and she got upset…that's why I took her to the lake, I hoped it would calm her down."

"Did it?"

"You could say that…"

"It's gonna be ok-" Sam had placed his hand on his brother's shoulder as a comfort and felt that it was damp, "Why is your shirt wet?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention the forced swim she made me take, yeah, pulled me into the water fully clothed," Dean smiled at the one good memory from this afternoon, not the swim, but what the swim led up to.

"You didn't do anything, did you Dean?"

"Do anything? Like what?"

"Like make a move on her?"

"So what if I did?"

"Well from what I can see, especially with this whole abusive boyfriend thing, she seems a bit…damaged, if you know what I mean. Well the point is that if you get involved with a girl like that, things tend to get a bit complicated and someone will wind up hurt and that could be either or both of you. So just be careful Dean, you're my brother, and she's my friend, I care about both of you."

"Are we done with this chick flick moment?"

"As soon as you've assured me that nothing has happened."

"Nothing's happened, happy?"

"Very."

"Good, now go to bed you're too smart for your own good brat."

Claire drove into the driveway and put the car into park. She rested her head against the steering wheel, collecting her thoughts. She was broken out of her reverie by a sharp rap on the window. She looked up to see Matt standing outside her car.

"Hey what are you doing here?" she asked smiling up at him as she got out of the car.

"You were supposed to call me as soon as you got home," his face wasn't in its usual angry scowl, it was more of a sad frown.

"Well I just got home and hadn't had a chance to call you just yet. Could you help me carry my things inside."

He nodded and grabbed her book bag from the back seat while she grabbed her purse from the passenger side. Once inside she went to her room immediately to change. Matt set her book bag on the floor next to the dining room table and followed her into her room.

"So why are you so wet?" he asked while lounging on her bed.

"I went swimming with Dean and the boys."

"The boys?"

"Dean's younger siblings, Sam and Adam."

"You met Sam today at school; Adam is in elementary so we picked him up then went to the lake for a little bit. One of the boys pushed me in then we all ended up swimming." She turned her back to him, closed her eyes and prayed that he wouldn't see through her lie.

She took his silence as acceptance and continued her task of getting dressed, she pulled her pants on and turned to continue to explain to him the situation, "I was going to text you that we were going to the lake, so you wouldn't be worried, but my phone died and I couldn't say no to the boys so we went anyways, I'm really sor-"

Matt had stood up from his perch on her bed right as she was about to pull her top on, he grabbed it from her hands and let it drop. His finger carefully traced her collarbone, "What is this?" He tapped softly on one spot, Claire looked down to see what he was talking about and was scared to find a small bruise on her skin, created by Dean's lips.

"You let someone else touch you?" he began to move his hands all over her torso, slowly, sensually, "I guess I'll just have to erase all of this guy's touch from your skin," he slowly led her towards her bed and pushed her down, climbing on top of her and claiming her lips, he pulled away, "and from your lips," one hand slid down her stomach, "and any other area he may have touched."

For the first time in a long time he was gentle with her, kissed her gently, and pleasured her, instead of making her pleasure him. She climaxed gripping him close to her body. He slid off of her but tucked his head into the crook of his neck and draped an arm across her stomach. The lull of her heavy breathing helped Matt along to sleep. And not much longer after that she fell asleep as well her hand entwined with his.