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Chapter 10

Millie was standing in her kitchen staring out of the window as the two boys were sitting in the living room discussing different plans and what their next moves would be. They had taken George back to his apartment once he had come to, of course he had no real recollection of what had happened so they said he had passed out when he was helping clean up. Thankfully for them he didn't really have the sense to question how or why he had turned up outside of Millie's house. Needless to say he was confused, dazed but surprisingly grateful to them for taking him home. As Millie stood staring absently out of the window she just couldn't seem to find a way to come to terms with everything. Her heart was aching and she felt as though her head was going to explode with all of the thoughts racing around in it.

"You okay?" she jumped as Sam appeared behind her, a worried and caring look on his face.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine," she replied, turning around and forcing a smile as she ran her hand over the back of her neck tenderly.

"I'm sorry you've been dragged into this," Sam said wearily, his eyes trailing up to meet Millie's. She smiled a little and shook her head.

"Don't worry about it," she said with a soft sigh, pressing her fingers into the back of her neck a little harder. She jumped a little when Dean gently placed his hands on her back and slowly began massaging her neck and shoulders. Sam couldn't help but smile as Millie seemed to relax as Dean began working out the knots in her back.

"I'm going to go and see if I can help clean up a bit in town," he said softly before quietly heading out of the kitchen and making his way out of her house leaving the two alone.

Dean stopped massaging Millie's neck after a few seconds and turned her around to face him slowly.

"Millie," his voice was barely above a whisper as he ran his fingertips down her shoulder lightly. She shivered a little at the sensation, causing Dean to smile broadly as he traced light patterns over he smooth skin. He had always loved the way she reacted to a simple touch, it drove him completely crazy when she would shiver under his hands, it was one of the things he loved about her most. Millie bit her lip a little as he trailed his hands down over her back and pulled her body against his softly.

"Dean?" she smiled a little and looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and planted a soft kiss on her lips, his hand resting on her cheek.

"I'm going to make sure that nothing hurts you again. I swear," his eyes were a piercing, earth green as he stared down into her round irises. Millie sucked her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment before rising up onto her tippy toes and gently placing her mouth over his. It took him a few moments before he finally wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body tightly. Without a moment of hesitation Millie was tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt lightly, her tongue flicking at his bottom lip lightly until he finally granted her access to his mouth and slid his tongue against hers slowly.

Millie groaned softly as Dean ran his hands up underneath her tank top, her body shivering at the cool feeling of his hands against her bare skin.

"Sorry," he whispered against her lips, a smirk crossing his face as he began working her top up over her stomach.

"Why?" she whispered back, placing soft kisses along his jawbone and down over his neck.

"Hands are cold," he mumbled back, his eyes closed as she nipped the skin on his neck lightly, her hands tugging at the bottom of his shirt lightly.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered lightly, smirking to herself as he shivered only minutely. He rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little, his irises almost completely taken over by the pitch black of his pupils as he stared down at her. Millie's eyes were wide as she looked up at him trying to keep his breathing even.

"What's wrong?" her voice came out much softer than she had intended.

"Nothing, I just," Dean paused a little as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a puff of air. Millie narrowed her eyebrows a little as she waited for his response. It seemed like he was waging some sort of internal battle as he stood there staring at the floor between them. The reality was Dean was trying to work out which he should listen to his gut instinct or if he should listen to his heart. One was telling him he shouldn't get involved with her again because he couldn't guarantee her safety and if anything happened to her he would be responsible. The other was telling him that it had been too long since he had seen her and in the few short weeks they had spent together it felt like they had never been apart, he still loved her as much as he had when they were living in LA.

"Dean, you don't have to do this," she said with a sad smile, trying to break the strange silence that had fallen over the two of them.

"No," he blurted out, his eyes flying up to meet hers instantly. She couldn't help the slight smile that overtook her face at his hasty reaction.

"I want to do this, believe me Mill. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we left LA," he shook his head a little and bit the inside of his lip.

"But?"

"But, I just don't want to drag you into this world again. You've already come too close to being hurt and that doesn't sit right with me at all," he was getting more and more angry as he spoke.

"Hey, hey, I knew that this angels and demons stuff came with you back when we met in LA. Dean. It's okay, I know you've got baggage," she smiled and slid her hand down to grasp his softly.

He didn't need any more encouragement than that, he gave in to what his heart was telling him to do. Without hesitating he pulled her body against his, his mouth locking with hers as his hands snaked their way down to cup just underneath her ass. In one swift movement he picked her up and as she wrapped her legs around his waist for support he casually carried her through to her bedroom, all the while his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth slowly.

Sam was dragging what remained of a park bench across the grass when Zoe spotted him and with a smile came wandering over.

"Well hey there, you're awfully nice for helping clear this place up," Zoe said coming to stand in front of Sam as he dropped the bench down and dusted his hands off.

"I figure it's the least I could do, considering," he said with a shrug.

"What do you mean considering?" Zoe placed her hands on her hips and gave him a confused look. Sam seemed to keep forgetting that she didn't know about everything like Millie did. In fact part of him kept believing that she was just a part of it like they all were.

"Oh well you know, considering the town has been so nice to us since we got here, you know?" he was praying that she bought his excuse.

"Makes sense," she said with a nod. There was a slightly odd moment that passed between them before they both began talking at once.

"Sorry, you go," Sam said laughing a little.

"I was just wondering what you were doing after you finished up here?" she asked shyly.

"Nothing really, I was going to go and do some research on..." he pause awkwardly and tried to think of what he was researching for.

"On?" she gave him the same confused look again.

"On, uh, the next place we're going to see, Dean and I aren't going to be hanging around for too much longer and we want to see a fair bit of the south while we're here," he lied.

"Makes sense to me," she nodded with a soft laugh.

"Why's that doc? What'd you have in mind?" he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets and smirking at her a little.

"I was just thinking maybe we could grab a drink or something," her words came out far more rushed than she had wanted them to.

"Sounds like a pretty good idea to me," he replied easily.

"Awesome, well, you have my number," she nodded as he grabbed his phone and shook it a little with a smile.

"I'll send you a message when I finish work and when you finished researching we can go grab that drink," Zoe gave him a warm smile.

"I'm looking forward to it," he returned the smile and with a wave she headed off to the surgery. For some reason Sam couldn't quite stop the smile that was spreading across his face as he went back to help drag a few more things out of the way for the cleaning crew.

"Dean!" Millie gasped as her back arched off the bed, a surge of electricity pulsing through her body as he flicked his tongue one last time against her and slowly started trailing kisses up her stomach before sinking his teeth into her neck softly.

"Oh my God," she whimpered as his hand traced light patterns down over her stomach making her whole body convulse at the touch. He loved that about her. Any time they had been together, after she had orgasmed she would almost always become hyper sensitive so any touch he made would make her whole body quiver. It was one of his favourite things to do, tease her until neither of them could take it any longer and then just go for it. Thought this time he didn't have a chance.

"Not this time," she whispered against his ear as she softly pushed him off of her and onto his back, her fingernails lightly dragging down over his bicep as she sunk her teeth into his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath of air as she began kissing a slowly, torturous trail down over his incredibly well defined chest and abdomen. She nipped a little at the skin of his lower stomach causing him to shiver and gasp a little.

"I thought you'd forgotten about that," he whispered as she lightly trailed her fingertip from one edge of his hip to the other, his body arching up at the touch.

"Forget?" she whispered, tracing her fingers back across the same line as he groaned loudly, "it was my favourite part."

When they were first dating Millie had discovered that the lower part of Dean's stomach was incredibly sensitive and any sort of light touching in that area would be an almost instant turn on for him. Of course it became so much more fun for her when they would be out and she would lift his top just enough and scratch her nails lightly along that area. He would have to try and hide his body shivering and pretend as though he wasn't entirely turned on by it. Of course when they got home...

"Mill, please," his voice was hoarse as she slid her hand down between his legs and started slowly massaging and sliding her fingertips up and down him.

"Not yet," she whispered with a smirk, her hand moving in a torturously slow rhythm.

"Please," he groaned as she lightly kissed the tip of his head and looked up his body, his eyes closed tightly, enjoying the sensation.

She kept the painfully slow rhythm going, alternating between sucking his head. sliding the tip of her tongue up the length of him and continuing to move her hand, her pace the same the whole time. Every time he would arch up and gasp softly which Millie loved, she loved knowing that she had this kind of control over him.

"Millie," his voice was husky as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up so they were eye level. In one swift movement he pushed her onto her back and slowly slid inside of her making her gasp and arch up against him as the warmth flooded through her body.

"Oh God," she gasped as he set the same slow rhythm as she had been using before. Millie dug her fingernails into his back as his movements picked up only slightly.

"Dean," she gasped as he sat back, pulling her up with him so they were both sitting up in the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued moving against her, his mouth locked against her neck. His hands snaked their way down to cup her ass, moving her with him as he picked up the pace, his heart hammering against his chest as he savoured the heat of her around him and feeling of her silky smooth skin against his.

Sam had managed to find a goldmine of old folk lore all centred around Lucifer and his fall, he had also managed to find a few pieces of information pertaining to the big battle that was supposed to be happening. The thing that had scared him most was the account of Lucifer taking someone as a vessel. Of course what he was reading wasn't all factual but the accounts of what it was like to be used by Lucifer were nothing short of mortifying. Just as he had began reading about a small contingent of satanic followers who had once been helping Lucifer find the vessel he needed his phone buzzed.

Zoe.

Hey, I just knocked off work, whenever you're ready, just pop over. You know where I am :)

He sighed a little and looked at the screen one last time before slamming his laptop shut, grabbing his keys and heading over to her house.

Dean had Millie pressed against the wall in her bedroom, his mouth locked over hers as he frantically moved in and out of her, her whole body steaming hot as she gripped his back, one leg propped on the bed to give him better access.

"Dean," she groaned sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he slid his hand down to lift her thigh slightly higher, his body beginning to tremble slightly as he kept his rhythm.

"Please, I," she arched her back forwards a little as he slammed into her again. That was it, she couldn't hold on any longer, in one swift movement her whole body seemed to give in to the wave of ecstasy that tore through her. She dug her nails into his back as she shuddered against him, her whole body tingling and burning with a wave of sheer pleasure, her legs going weak beneath her as he slid into her one last time. His orgasm tore through him as he let out a loud groan, grabbing her around the waist and collapsing back onto the bed, his heart hammering in his chest as she collapsed on top of him, her body still shaking a little as he ran his fingertips up and down her spine slowly. Neither of them had the energy to move, all that Millie could manage was to slowly press her lips to his, their breathing still raspy as she slid her tongue across his bottom lip and nipped it softly.

"God it's been a while since I did that," he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear with a warm smile.

"Is that right?" she whispered, slowly moving off of him and laying on her side next to him as he lightly ran his hand up and down her torso.

"It's not exactly something I wanted to do with anyone but you," he replied softly, his face flushing a little as he stared down at his hand moving over her skin.

"I'm glad," she said with a chuckle as she pressed her lips against his shoulder softly before resting her head on her hand.

"I've been out of practice, I wasn't sure if I'd remember all the moves," she mocked.

"Well, maybe I'm going to have to give you some more practice," he said with a laugh as he dug his fingernails into her hip lightly.

"No objections here," she laughed.

By the time Sam had gotten to Zoe's house it was well and truly dark, though for some reason he felt a lot more comfortable in the dark than he did during the day. Maybe it was the hunter in him taking over, either way, he was never too bothered about walking anywhere at night. He stepped up onto Zoe's porch and into the yellow light a smile lingering on his lips as he rapped on the door.

"Hey," Zoe's smiling face appeared almost instantly catching Sam off guard a little.

"Hey yourself," he said returning the warm smile.

"Come in," she stepped aside and let him into the cool air of her small abode.

"Nice place," he said as he came to stand in the middle of the living room, looking around at the different photographs and things on the walls.

"Let's just skip the pleasantries shall we?" Sam gaped a little at her blunt comment and turned around to face Zoe, a look of confusion and surprise on his face. As soon as he turned to look at her head on his face dropped, going a whiter shade of pale as he stared into the burning red eyes staring back at him.

"Let's get down to business shall we Sammy?"