A/N: So another update. Sorry for it taking so long. Figured I might get something out while I am still cheery and not in a fit of tears. Tuesday, tomorrow, we are putting my old dog to sleep. Chances are that I won't be in the writing mood, so here is another chapter, hope you like.

I stared at my fingers tracing the contours of Dean's chest as we lay in the bed of the motel room. We didn't know how long we'd be stuck, but all we did know was that we were going to make this chance last for a long time. I never wanted it to end and with Dean's left arm squeezing me closer, running his fingers lightly over my skin occasionally, he didn't want it to either.

"Dean…" I began, cutting into the silence.

"Mmhm?"

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked, adjusting my head to get a better view of his face.

"I'm not sure I follow," he answered, staring back at me.

"When you said that you loved me back." The silence returned instantly, and emptiness started to fill my gut.

"For once in my life," Dean paused, "to a girl, I do mean it."

"Would you mind me questioning why?"

"No. I mean, maybe it's because I know that I don't have to leave the next morning, having the information in my mind that 'if only she knew what was really out there in the world'…you aren't a one night stand Adie. I really and honestly love you."

The words made my heart jump happily. I've never seen him so serious when it came to relationship stuff. Usually, he'd joke about how corny it is and how it never lasts.

"Well I'm glad I'm not a one night stand," I smiled.

"Adie, you will never be one of those girls," Dean reassured, leaning in and kissing me on the lips, prolonging the intended few seconds to a good full minute. Pulling away reluctantly, I stood up and removed myself from the comfort of the bed and his embrace.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I bent down, looking through my duffel for a pair of blue ordinary boy shorts, and a black Metallica t-shirt.

"Dean, there is one thing I am not going to do, and that is waste my time not doing anything with you," I replied, smiling and heading out of the bedroom, shutting the double doors behind me. I waited in the silence, my back resting on the wood, staring at the empty living room around.

"And how does closing the doors apply to that?" Dean yelled from the bedroom.

"You'll see Winchester. You'll see," I yelled back.

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Fact was that he didn't know how it would be once they got out of this place. Dean recalled the endless flirting and jokes on a regular basis before him and Adie had the heart to heart spilling. He wanted to know how Sam would react. Sam always had a clue though that Dean liked Adie, because well, Dean accidentally let it slip when he was close to be completely drunk and Sam had responded saying he knew.

"Just wait a few seconds, get your boxers back on and a shirt while you're at it too!" Adie yelled from the other room. Dean shook his head with a chuckle as he crawled out from between the covers and towards the bathroom where his discarded items were.

He couldn't help but grin, satisfied with the appearance of the area. They hadn't been the smoothest and most careful in getting out of the shower and to the bed after round one.

'Yeah, it was most definitely worth keeping it in till now,' he thought.

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I raced to the fridge, glad to find the two pints of chunky monkey waiting to be eaten. I was thankful now that we had decided to hit the store earlier, because otherwise I wouldn't have had this great plan in the first place. My feet carried me swiftly and soundlessly from kitchen to living room, hopping over the couch and setting the ice cream, candy, and beers onto the coffee table. The search for the remote is what got me. You'd think that an amazing motel room that happens to be the vanishing one would be organized enough that you could find things in it.

Finally, I made a sound of triumph when my hand clasped around the plastic electronic device that was stuffed between the cushions, and I switched the television on searching the paper view for any good movies. So far all there was, was porn, but then my eyes settled on something normal and total appropriate wise. Thinking back on the past few hours made me giggle…nothing we did fit that category.

"Can I come out now?" Dean asked from the closed off bedroom.

"Not yet!" I yelled, running to an area that I just noticed held many blankets and pillows and tossing them onto the couch with glee.

I straightened out my red hair, smiling, and tiptoed to the double doors. Pulling them back I didn't have time to react when Dean came bursting through, lifting me in his embrace and kissing me. His tongue tracing my bottom lip, followed by his teeth biting down on the part making me moan in pleasure.

"You're going to ruin it," I breathed, managing away from his mouth reluctantly, unhooking my legs around his waist and leaping onto the couch, curling my legs up.

Dean stared at me curiously, walking around the couch and sitting in the big mass of pillows and blankets.

"Sandlot?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"We are watching the Sandlot?"

"You have a problem with that Winchester? Don't you remember when we used to watch it after you came back from your one night stands back in High School and so on and so forth?"

A small smile began to pull at the edge of his mouth, eliciting a wide glowing smile from me.

"Adie, you never cease to amaze me," he commented, reaching forward and grabbing one of the pints of ice cream, only getting halted when my hand grasped his.

Staring seductively at him, I took the pint he was going for and opened it, crawling forward and straddling his waist. I dipped a finger inside the cold treat and hauled out a fair amount of it onto the tip, bringing it up and sucking the finger into my mouth. Dean's eyes filled with need and desire, but before I could even grant him what he wished for, there was a bang at the door and one tall, lanky brunette came busting through, landing on the carpet with a thud.

"Sam?" I asked, confused, placing the pint onto the table and looking over the couch at the hunter.

"What the hell?" Dean asked, equally interested as to what was going on.

Sam pushed off from the carpet, his eyes widening at the position he saw the two people in. "Are you two…" Sam began.

"If you are inquiring that we had sex, yes," I replied.

"Nice to know," he nodded.

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