Chapter -9

"Bree, are you trying to get out of here for some reason?" John smiled knowing full well that Bree hated hospitals more than Dean did, if that was even possible.

" Bree, really I can't spring you out of the hospital, you have to stay here, I promise as soon as you can get released I'll send my son to come get you" and that's when she got the blank look on her face.

"Sam?" John gave her a sad smile " No Dean my other son. Do you not remember him, good looking cocky player of a son."

" The guy that was here last night. That was your son?"

John only nodded "That would be him."

" I wish I could remember him, when he came to my front door, a week ago looking for …me he was looking for me and when I didn't remember him…awe shit ".

" I have a little problem with him, he doesn't want to hunt any more, he told me last night that he quit he isn't doing this anymore after we get rid of the ghost problem at the manor. I need your help to get him back in the game. If you agree too help me I'll spring you right now"

Bree recrossed her arms and stared at the older man, she loved John like her own father but some times he crossed too many lines for her liking this time was one of those times, but then again the thought of being sprung from the hospital was enough to convince her to help out John.

"Alright what do you want me to do?" she asked letting him know that she wasn't so happy about it.

" Con him, convince him that your all in love with him and them drop the bomb on him that you actually love Jamie and that no matter how hard you try to remember what you had, its gone and that he should go with his family".

" John that is a little extreme even for you. What gives?"

"Dean is the glue that holds my family together, please don't take this the wrong way. Just because you were given another second chance and he wants to be with you doesn't mean that it can be that way. You, you can't remember what you had but I saw it eat him up. Then he recovered from you and things have been good."

John Winchester was a good man, but a selfish son of a bitch.

"Fine, I'll do it, just get me the hell out of here."

John smiled as he handed her a release form. A Half hour later , and through some doctors protest John had Bree sitting shot gun in his truck and was driving her home . Bree tried t o come up with a plan to get rid of Dean weather he wanted to or not Dean was going to stay with his family. John dropped her off and told her that they'd be by later on tonight. But she already noticed the black Impala sitting on the curb with Dean leaning against it. Bree caught the lump in her throat, he looked too good.

Dean had on faded out jeans black hiking boots a black t-shirt under a soft looking dark blue button down long sleeved shirt. And his sunglasses, if that didn't make a girl weak in the knees she didn't know what could.

John looked over at Bree as she walked over to Dean and wrapped her arms around him. With a small smile he knew Bree would do what he asked and they could be leaving in a few days. He pulled away, pulled out his cell in search of his other son, who for some reason decided to fall right into line.

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" So, what does my dad want you to do, to get me back into the game." Dean whispered into her ear.

She pulled back and studied him" Break you're little sad heart and you'd fall back into line." she told him Now feeling a little like a heel for actually agreeing to it. She just took off his sunglasses and looked into his perfect hazel eyes. She quickly looked away as she pulled him towards the house. Dean stopped and looked at the house.

" What's wrong?" she inquired.

" Nothing, nothing " she still had no clue he left her, he wanted to tell her so badly just to get it out in the clear. Part of him wanted to and part of him didn't want to. He looked at the red haired beauty standing they're staring at him.

" You coming in or hanging outside" she smirked. Dean's eye brow twitched and he followed her into the house. For him the memories of the house overwhelmed him and he wanted to get out of there but right now he just wanted to start up with Bree, he wanted to run his fingers through that red hair of hers, he wanted to kiss every inch of her. To memorize, well he had memorized every part of her. He wanted to hear her whisper in his ear. He wanted to wake up next to her in the morning over and over again.

Bree saw him looking at her like some kind of treat, but it was maybe a little more, there was a look of warmth and love thrown in there. She closed the door behind her as Dean walked past her.

"Do you want…" her question cut off by Dean's lips attacking hers, just the mere touch made her knees weak, like turning steel into liquid. Her fingertips caressing his face, as the kiss deepens into some thing more that first date lust. Dean pulled her closer to him he parted her lips so he could taste her. A small deep moan came from him as his hands moved down her back to hang onto her better.

Bree finally pulled away and looked at him, really looked at him. In an instant she was pulling off his shirt followed by the t-shirt. Dean went to pull her to him again and Bree pushed him away, looking over his sculptured golden god like body, her hands began to tremble as she realized that he was the man in her dreams.

Dean saw the fear in her eyes as she looked at him, he tried to close the distance between them, and She stopped him. Her hand reached out to touch the side of his face; she lightly ran her finger over his lips, those full velvety lips. Her breathing was getting a little ragged and her heart was pounding so hard.

"You are him, the guy I'm … you "

Dena couldn't handle her shaking and more he wrapped her up in his arms and held her close to her body trying to calm her down.

" I … I wish I could remember how I know you."

" Shhh, Bree its okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you. I'll help you remember " he bent his head down to kiss her again. This time she kissed him a little more urgently this time. Her nails dug into his back making him groan.

With out a word she led him to her bedroom, and pulled him onto the bed with her.

"Bree, listen, we don't have to do this." he was cut off by her lips once more as she left her eyes open staring at him.

" Yes, yes we do. You have invaded my dreams for far to long, You've made me crave you, want you, you've made me pant and writhe under you. Now that you're here, right now I want you to make me do all those things for real. Please Dean."

This was so not how he had planned this but hey she asked him for it. Bree got off the bed and locked he bed room door, took her hair out of the short pony tail, letting the curls fall, she slipped out of her clothes. Leaving her bra and panties on. Dean though he was going to loose it right there.

She walked back over to her very comfortable bed, pushed him down, she covered his jean-clad body with hers, and stared right into his eyes, she saw something that wasn't there before.

" Do you love me Dean?" It wasn't a hard question for him to answer. " Yes " she smiled and covered his lips once again; she kissed him so passionately he thought that if he died right there, it would be a good way to go.

" Then show me" that was all it took to unravels Dean's will, he kissed her furiously and rolled her under him, and began his long over due worship of her. Living out everything dream could never be, taking both of them so far over that line he would never want to go back ever. Bree never imagined however caress of his fingers, hands or body could make her whole body vibrate for more. His hazel eyes never leaving her chocolate brown almost amber colored ones. Her name leaving his lips over and over again as he lavished her. They moved together like a continuous wave of the ocean, never losing contact.

Although just like every waved crashed gently into a shore Dean and Bree fingers intertwined together as the lust's surf took them under. Leaving them basking and breathing like on person. Dean was afraid to let go of her, afraid that if he looked away he'd be waking up to Sam scolding him once more.

Bree felt his heart beating like a scared rabbit chest her chest, she stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. He lifted his head to look at her and she was beaming at him " Wow" she said with a soft laugh, " That was so much better than any dream". Dean couldn't agree more, as he was going to say some thing, a rap came on her door.

" Bree? I know you have company but I wanted you to know I brought dinner home."

Dean's eyes snapped open as he heard Jamie's voice, then patted her thigh. " Maybe I should go."

Bree sat up " Don't be silly, Jamie won't care, he'll be happy are you kidding me. But we should get dinner before he eats every thing." She smiled as she got up and dressed. She handed him his pants and laughed as these shirts were down stairs " Oops."

Bree went down stairs first to find his shirts and tell Jamie to be on his best behavior. Meanwhile poor dean was trying to keep his emotions in check. She was / is so perfect just like he remembered but she couldn't remember him and it was killing him. It might be selfish of him but he wanted her to remember how she felt.

Jamie told her he would go to the sky bar and she could relive good time with Dean, she glanced at him with a quizzical look not really sure what he meant, but before she could ask he was out the door. Dean came down a few minutes later. She blushed looking at his bare golden tanned chest the rippling muscles. She dropped his clothes, walked over to him, and kissed his chest, ran her nails over his abs making him tighten up.

" Bree."

" No, no, no we are going to talk any more." she purred to him. AS much as he wanted to throw her down as badly as his body screamed out to hers he tried to stop her. She shoved him onto the couch and started with his belt, all he could do was moan as his head dropped back, she looked up at him as she continued her assault, which ended up with him participating, and her crying out his name. A name she never wanted to forget again.

As she opened her eyes she noticed it had become dark out and Jamie still wasn't back, probably with Sam and John at the bar. She got up quietly a hand stopped her.

" Where are you going " Dean pulled her back down. He placed a kiss on her cheek. Dean took out an old weathered photo from behind one of his old or fake credit cards. He smiled as he passed it over to Bree.

" It's the only one I kept of us." He said quietly.

Bree looked over it silently. It was she and Dean sitting on the Impala, parked on a hill with a little town below them in the background. Bree sniffed a little as she turned to him

" You're him aren't you. I hoped it was you but you are the faceless man in my dreams." Bree sighed as she reached forward and took a photo album off her coffee table. She flipped to the page she always did and took the picture out to show Dean. It was the same picture, but Dean was ripped out. "I always wanted to know who that was in the picture." She smiled at him" And know I know" She leaned forward to kiss him.

" Somehow I knew it would be you."

Dean's heart swelled with love until he saw a tear fall from her face. " Bree what is the matter "

Bree turned to face him once more, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she quietly as him " I'm going to ask you once and please tell me the truth. Are you the guy, who left me years ago in the hospital after my first accident?"

Dean felt lump form in his throat. "Bree"

" Are you or are you not the guy, who left me in the hospital, the man who sat by me day in and day out, the man who told the world he loved me, the man that the day I woke up walked out on me?" anger rose in her voice as she stood up. She wiped her tears from her face as she stared at him.

" Bree, listen I love you " Dean tried as he also stood up.

" That isn't what I asked you. Just answer me, Just tell me the truth that is all I'm asking."

Dean felt his own eyes begin to tear up as he watched her heart begin to crumble right in front of him.

" Damn it Dean just tell me!" she yelled at him.

" Yes."

SMACK

Bree stood back and looked at the red mark begin to grow on his face, she covered her mouth with one hand and sat down on her couch. Dean hadn't moved. He couldn't move, he was afraid if he did this would be real. He really couldn't feel the sting from the slap although he was sure it was there.

Bree couldn't look at him; she couldn't breath on top of it. The man's how John wanted back so badly he wanted she to break his heart had broken hers. Ripped it out and never gave it a second thought.

She surprised them both by looking up at him "Why?"

Well the truth was already out there why not give the explanation, how much worse could it even make every thing.

" I thought, you had died Bree, they called it. I had the plug pulled and walked away it was a sure thing that you would of died , I was selfish and couldn't stay to hear them call the time of death . Bree I loved you so much."

" Loved?"

" Love, I still do, when I saw you at the hospital it threw me through a freaking loop. Then those dreams and then I found out it was you, oh my god, my brother thought I was insane. He thinks I'm a cold bastard. Bree I just left my family for you, and what about you not being able to remember me, the first time I came to your door. That almost killed me and I was willing to walk away thinking it would be the right thing to do. I couldn't."

" Why did you leave, Dean that wasn't an answer that was nothing. Why did you leave, you could of stayed. Held my hand told me it would be okay, but no I hear from my friend's mother a guy, a handsome sweet loving guy stayed but left the day I woke up. I met you and you still don't say anything. I'm having amazing sex dreams about you and you still don't tell me, I have sex with you twice in the matter of minutes and still nothing. Where you ever going to tell me, or were you going to hope that I'd fall in love with this guy in front of me". The tears fell like rain from her eyes.

Dean did what Dean always did; he turned his back and walked towards the door.

" That right you coward leave, with out answering my questions go back with your father and brother, isn't that what a Winchester does ".

Dean stopped in his tracks, her last statement pissed him off, he covered the ground quickly and dangerously, and he grabbed her and pinned her between the wall and his body. His anger coming off in waves as he glared at her, he pulled her away from the wall and slammed her back making her teeth rattle in her head.

" You don't know me, don't you call me a coward, you never asked anyone to find me, when did I leave. I was scared I didn't want to see you die, I watched my father, and my brother goes through the same thing. My mother died breaking my dad, and Jess's death ripped my brother apart. I couldn't lose it not … I held this family together I buried my feeling and I walked away that is what I do. I love you Bree but I never expected you to love me back. I'm a perfect stranger to you maybe it should stay that way. " Dean stepped back and walked out the door. He needed to get out of there as he closed the door he could hear her cry, he heard the sobs coming out from behind that door. He wanted so badly to open the door back up and hold her. He couldn't though he needed time to think. He hopped into his car and drove down the street.

Bree curled up onto the couch and cried, cried like some one took her puppy and killed it in front of her, she thought if she cried any harder the neighbors would come over, but as it would have it. Jamie came home and saw her on the couch, he kind of figured this would happen.

" Bree. Bree come on baby, it will be okay " Jamie held her as tight as he could promising himself that Dean wasn't going to hurt her anymore. Jamie had hoped it would of worked out a little better than this. Maybe Bree remembering Dean. Instead after having a few beers with Sam and john Jamie left and came home finding Bree just completely broken.

Bree sat up and pushed Jamie away " No leave me alone, please just let me be." Jamie backed away from her, as she got up and headed towards her bedroom.

" What about the play Bree?" Jamie asked wondering if Karen would be the permanite star of the show.

"I'll be there for the next performance." She said sadly. He heard the click of her bedroom door then the click of the lock. He knew he wouldn't be seeing her any time soon. Jamie sat down on the couch; he stared at the TV until a picture caught his attention. He picked it up and looked at it. It was one of Bree and Bree. He knew Bree had this picture but Dean wasn't in it, so this had to be Dean's. As he looked at it he noticed it was the same town they lived in now. He shook his head as he placed it on the coffee table. He'd slip it under Bree's door when he went to bed.