"We only have the one guest room, so you get my old room." I explain. "It hasn't changed at all since I graduated high school, so all the remnants of my embarrassing, angsty teenage life are still here."

My walls are plastered in music posters, ranging from Led Zeppelin to Nirvana and Hole. Most everything is in shades of grey and black, with occasional pops of pink and purple. I watch Dean inspect the room and visibly cringe when he spies the photo collage on the far wall.

"Oh, I've got to see this." He says walking over to it. "This is you?" he says with a chuckle, pointing to one of the photos.

"Yeah that was me." I admit. The picture is from my sophomore year. My mop of curly hair is dyed black and small bows pull back the one side. The clothes I'm wearing were my everyday uniform of black on black. My skin is even paler than it is now thanks to some heavy-duty foundation, and black eyeshadow rims my eyes. To top the whole mess off, I'm wearing dark, blood red lipstick. "I had a lot of feelings back then. Thank god I grew out of that" I laugh.

"This is hilarious." Dean laughs, still studing the collection of photos.

"Whatever, all teenagers are losers. I'm sure you did dumb stuff too. You couldn't have always been so cool and macho." I say teasing.

"For your information, I've always been this awesome." Dean says with smirk.

I roll my eyes. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." I say as I walk out the door.

Back downstairs, I grab myself some pillows and a few blankets and set up my bed on the couch. I grab my bag and head into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After I'm scrubbed clean, I pull on a pair of plaid pajama shorts and a tank top.

I snuggle up under my blankets and lay there for a while, trying to fall asleep. I keep moving position, unable to get comfortable. "Guess I won't be sleeping then."

It's not outrageously late, so I'll go bother the boys. Drinks could be fun, so I head into the kitchen in search of alcohol. I find a bottle of Malibu Rum in the fridge and grab three shot glasses.

I climb the stairs quietly and walk over to Sam's room. I pause in front of it and hear soft snores coming from behind the door. I'll just let him sleep. I think to myself. On the other end of the hallway I try my luck with Dean. I don't hear anything so I knock quietly and whisper "Dean? Are you awake?"

"Yeah." he answers from behind the door. I hear him walk across the floor and then he opens the door. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep and though some drinks might be fun." I explain holding up the bottle of booze. "I tried Sam too, but he's out cold."

"Well, I can't say no to alcohol." Dean says with a smile.

A grin spreads across my face. "Great." I set in, closing the door behind me. I plop down on my bed and Dean follows suit. I pour a generous shot for him and hand it off, then pour myself one.

"Cheers." I say as we tap glasses.

We talk a while, about unimportant stuff. Music comes up first and we get into a good natured argument about 80's vs 90's music. Dean defends 80's rock like his life depends on it, while I remain adamant that 90's grunge is a thousand times better. I tell him some of the stupid, funny things I did in my angsty teen phase. We swap hunting stories and give each other tips on monsters we've encountered. We also down several more shots.

"You know, I'm gonna miss you." I admit to him. "You're lucky you have Sam, I'm always on my own." Unfortunately, drunk me is full of feelings and has no qualms about talking about them.

"I am thankful for Sam." Dean looks thoughtful for a second. "I'll miss you to. You're an interesting character." he says, teasing me.

"Well thanks." I laugh and pour myself more rum.

"Do you ever get sad that people like us won't ever have a normal life? Some of my friends from highschool that I'm still in touch with, they're getting married and having kids. I haven't had a boyfriend since I was 19." A touch of sadness crawls across my face. "Do you think it's worth it? I can't see myself doing anything else at this point, but sometimes I wonder what I've missed and what I will miss."

Dean just sort of stares at me with a troubled expression.

"Sorry, that was a little much. I have no filter once I get some drinks in me." I apologize.

"No it's fine, I just haven't really talked to anyone about that. I get it though. I can't see myself ever quitting. I don't really have any other options. Sam stopped hunting for a while and tried to have a normal life. I used to be so jealous of him, that he had that option."

"I'm sorry." I say full of sincerity.

He just gives me a little nod in response. I clear my throat. "I think that might be why I like you so much." He looks up at me surprised. "You get it, you know the life. I've tried it with non-hunters, but I just doesn't work. They think you're cheating, or uninterested. But you know what it's like."

"Yeah." Dean says. He just looks at me for a few seconds.

Fuck. I mentally slap myself. I really need to learn to shut the hell up.

I'm about to get up and profusely apologize when Dean leans in close and softly presses his lips to mine. I'm taken by surprise to it takes me a second to respond. I lean into him and gently loop my arms around his shoulders.

He pulls back for a moment and smiles, and I give him a grin back.

I pull him back to me and kiss him just a little harder, a little more passionately. He has his hands running down my back while he gently nips at my lower lip.

I break away and straddle him to be closer. We kiss and intertwine with each other. I pull his shirt off and he relieves me of mine. I playfully push him back onto the bed so he's looking up at me. I lay on his warm chest and continue with my kisses. I trail them down his throat and end at his collarbone.

Dean pulls me close to him and flips us over. I lay beneath him, looking up into his intense eyes. It's his turn to cover me in kisses. He starts just under my jawbone, travels down the side of my neck, over my breast and down my stomach.

He reaches around to unclasp my bra. "Wait." I say, gently guiding his hand away. "I don't want to do this if it's just a one time thing. I've been there, done that, and I don't want anymore. No hard feelings if you don't feel the same, but you've gotta let me know." I lick my lips nervously while I wait for his answer.

"I don't want a one night stand Maria." He gives me a soft kiss on the lips to cement his choice. Underneath that tough-guy exterior is a big ol' softy.

I let him undress me and do the same to him. He's gentle but hard at the same time, romantic yet rough. He's got me pinned under him, showering me in kisses while he strokes in and out. I alternate between running my nails lightly over the toned muscles on his back and tangling my fingers in his hair. I finish and he follows shorty.

He keeps me beneath him and looks down at me like he's absorbing every detail. I blush and feel butterflies in my stomach. I've been with a good number of handsome men and beautiful women, but I've never felt this nervous with anyone.

Finally he flops over beside me on his back and I scootch close, laying my head on his chest. I feel warm, soft, and content, like I'm lounging on a cloud in the summertime. Dean looks just as satisfied. I give him one last soft kiss and allow myself to drift into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: I'm changing the rating to M because chapter 8 or 9 will include more intense scenes.