"-m sorry Sam but I'm not leaving yet. It's only two AM...Come on you know the fun doesn't start until three...You didn't meet this one...Yeah...I met her..at a bar...I know...use protection...Alright. I'll be there at 12...I don't know rent a porno!...Bye."

It was Dean's voice that woke me, sounding different because of the sudden gaurd I hadn't heard in a while. I blinked my eyes, trying to get the sleep out, and saw Dean sitting on the edge of the bed and facing the wall. It was then that I realized that I had fallen asleep. What an idiot. I only had so much time with Dean left and what I was doing with it? And what was he doing? I asked, still slightly half asleep, "Who was that?"

"Sam," he answered quickly, making sure to place his phone back on the night stand before turning around to face me.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, a little concern by the fact that I was wasting our time and didn't seem to mind.

"I didn't want to wake you," he answered, leaning in to touch my chin, "I've been meaning to tell you, babe, you looked a little like shit and I thought you could use some beauty sleep."

I gasped and pushed his hand away, trying not to laugh and trying to look upset as I crossed my arms. But he began to pull them apart and apologize. I wasn't really upset. We always said that when the other person looked a little too worn out by the distance on our meetings. It was a secret pep thing that secretly said Hey, my love. I know it's tough..I know it's hard. But I'm here now. It's going to be alright.

"You know I didn't mean it!" he laughed, making sure to hit all my tickle spots as I tried to push him away, "Say you forgive me!"

"Fine! Fine! I forgive you!" I hollard, kicking him as I did.

Instantly, thankfully, he stopped and put on his signature show stopper smile as he asked, "Show me where the kitchen is?"

I couldn't help but to crack a smile, "You know where the kitchen is."

"Yeah...," he drawled out, looking to the side before meeting my gaze, "But will you show me?"

I shook my head, just because of the tone he used to make me feel like an idiot, but still began to sat up. I got up from the bed and suddenly realized how weird I felt...so different and good. I let out a long yawn and stretchd at the same time to bathe in the wonderful feeling, like I had been so well rested and that's when I realized I didn't have a nightmare.

A growl disturbed me from my stretching and I turned around to see Dean sitting on the bed with a pillow on his lap, "You're evil, Lori."

I dropped my arms over my chest with a gasp, "You pervert! I didn't say you could watch m- Hey!"

I picked up the pillow he threw and tossed it back at him, of course he caught it, "You know exactly what you're doin'."

I grinned as I grabbed his shirt-that had somehow managed to find it's way onto the lamp-and pulled it on, "I will admit to no such thing."

He slipped into his boxers as he walked toward me, "Hate to break it to you but we ain't in a court of law. That's not gonna work."

"Well I'll just have to resort to violence then," I nodded confidently but suddenly his arms got around my waist and he lifted me up and I shouted, "Hey!"

"You know I love the way my shirts look on you," he smirked as he pressed his forehead against mine and held me in close.

I laughed softly, leaning up to kiss at his lips as I replied, "But you love the way it looks on the floor even more?"

His face fell into a little pout, "I take it I've used that one before?"

Instead of answering and I pecked at his lips and slipped out of his grip but somehow his arm found it's way around my waist while his other hand found it's way into mine. I squeezed his fingers tight with mine, trying to hurt him but of course it didn't work. His hands had built up protection that wouldn't allow any harm to come to them.

"What's this?" he suddenly asked, pulling me to a complete stop.

I glanced into the room and blushed with embarrasment, realizing it was my room with all the maps. I answered sheepishly, "It's my project."

"At least it covers up the devils trap," he mumbled before turning to me to ask, "What are you tracking?"

I kept my eyes straight ahead as I answered, "You."

For some reason that got a good laugh out of him and he let his hand on mine squeeze my fingers back-hurting me of course-as he asked, "When d'you start?"

"Today. Just this afternoon," I sighed, looking at all the things that were already done, "It's keeping me busy but I don't know what to do when I'm done."

"You can give us some tips. You know the signs, start looking up the places you think we'll head to next and if you get it right I'll give you a prize," he offered, his studying eyes taking in the scene.

"Oh, really?" I asked, falling into his bait. He knows I can't resist a good competition, "What's the prize?"

His eyes fell down and landed on mine, green and brilliant and matching his dynamite smirk, "That's to be determined. Now come on, I'm starving."

I nodded with a smile, making sure to pull him along through the house because knowing him he'd stop at every corner to see what new thing I'd done. In the kitchen I let him go and walked into the middle turned to him, motioning in general to the place, "Tell me what you want. I just went food shopping since my new meds have given me a huge appetite."

"Ohhh, that sounds promising," he grinned, crossing the space to me in two quick steps. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the counter as he asked, "What are you hungry for?"

I shot back quickly with one of his own lines, "Are you on the menu?"

"I was just about to ask the same thing," he replied, leaning in to place a deep kiss on my neck. I shook my hands out of his hold and wrapped them around his neck, making sure to run my fingers up through his hair in the way that he liked. He purred like a little kitty and asked, "What am I gonna do with you?"

I turned my face in toward his with a blush, "I have a few ideas."

He pulled back then and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Is that so?"

I nodded my head, making sure not to do it too hard because I was still enjoying the feeling of him pushing my hair behind my ear, "Yup but they'll have to wait til three. Everyone knows that's when the fun begins."

He lowered his head as his arms encircled me, his lips against my ear he whispered, "You slay me."

I laughed softly and leaned my head against his, "What do you want?"

"Are you on the menu?" he asked quickly, making me smile. It was his favorite line.

"You already have me, Dean," I huffed, turning my head slightly away as if I were annoyed by the constant answering of this question.

He his hand reached up to my chin and turned my face back into his direction. His eyes turned serious on me, cold and hard, like all the playfulness had left the kitchen, "Do I really?"

I knew what this was. Stupid Nick had made him jealous and he was questioning me, if I was his only. Dean of course was horrible with saying things out loud and confrontations that required too much talking or crying or anything like that. I'd have to give that asshole Nick a stern talking to for this one. But I had no reason to worry or feel guilty. I reached my hands up and grabbed onto his face, my palms jumping for joy at the prick of his stumble as my mind screamed I love you, I love you, I love!, "Always, and forever."

His playful smile came back and he lifted me up into the air against my will, "Suddenly I've lost my appetite."

"So what do we do now, Dean Winchester?" I asked, seeing his eyes get the fire I loved so much to see. Only because I know it burned just for me.

"Oh, I got some ideas...and I am not waiting until one,"He shouted, throwing me over his shoulder in the process. me up and threw me over his shoulder.

I yelled and hit his back, "Dean! Put me down!"

He laughed that evil laugh of his, "Oh don't worry. I will!"