A/N: Sexy time and some feels. Who doesn't love fluff and smut?

Obvs, I do not own Supernatural or its characters.

The Impala pulled into the garage before Sam followed in Amy's truck. Dean was opening the back door and leaning in, prepared to just carry her to her room as she was still asleep. Before he fully had her in his arms, Amy's legs went up to his chest and kicked, his head hitting the roof of the car. The knife she had on the floor was in her hand in a flash, blue eyes wild.

"Woah, fuck, Amy!" Dean shouted. Sam was rushing over and Jack was following closely.

Recognition flashed in Amy's eyes, "Shit, Dean, I'm so sorry." The knife dropped and she reached out to him. Dean was holding his chest where she kicked and grabbed the hand that was reaching to him.

"I'm guessing Claire wasn't exaggerating about the strangling after you woke up," his thumb was rubbing on her hand. Sam opened the other door.

"What is going on here?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," Dean held out his other hand for Amy to grab and helped her slide out. "I should have kept a distance and tried to wake her."

Amy's cheeks turned a bright red as she accepted his help out of the car. Sam slammed the door shut and stood to his full height. Amy had her arm around Dean and allowed him to guide her inside, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, sweetheart," Dean reassured her. "You are not the only one to wake up like that, I promise."

Amy chuckled a little, "Please don't shoot me when you're half asleep."

Dean laughed with her as he began walking her down the hallway to the room she was previously in. Sitting her on the bed he asked, "Are you hungry? Do you need anything?"

"I'm freaking starving," Amy was nodding. "Demons don't feed you well when they torture you."

It was a few days later and Amy was still at the bunker as Dean was acting overly protective. The one time he caught her up and about on her own, he threw a fit. Amy was still not feeling well enough at the time to physically fight him and stop him from taking her back to the bed. She had settled for complaining loudly.

Jack was sitting in the bed with Amy, watching a movie on the computer. Amy was curled under the covers and Jack was sitting on top of them. Sam walked in and looked on to what they were watching.

"Clone Wars?" Sam asked.

Amy looked up annoyed, "He wanted to watch them chronologically."

Jack answered without looking away, "The computer said I would like it. I do like Osaka, kinda hate Anakin."

"You and me both, kid," Amy chimed in as Sam said, "That's probably for the best." Jack smiled at Amy and looked back to the screen, ignring Sam.

"So Dean and I have another case and I thought Jack might wanna come along," Sam started. Amy's brows furrowed as she looked at Sam. He noticed but kept his gaze to Jack.

"No," Jack answered simply.

"Jack, I really think this might be good for you. A change in scenery might-"

"Get my powers working," Jack cut Sam off.

"It was only a few days ago when you proved getting out helps," Sam pointed out. Amy shook her head slightly at Sam, her lips thin.

"So I can be your inter-dimensional can opener?" Jack finally faced Sam. Sam let out an audible sigh, a pleading look to Amy. Amy gave him a bitch face and motioned to Jack, body language telling him to handle it with the nephilim he offended.

"Jack, when you were born," Sam sat at the foot of the bed, "it ripped a hole in reality. Like a door from this world to another really bad, bad place. So Dean, Amy, Cas and I we -"

"And Crowley," Amy piped in.

Sam grimaced in her direction, "We closed that door, but our mom, Mary, she is trapped on the other side. If we can get your powers working and controlled, maybe we can get her back. Maybe-" Sam looked away and let out a frustrated sigh.

"You want to save her," Jack's face had softened to Sam.

Sam turned to face Jack again, "Yes, I do. But, if this doesn't work, if that can't happen, that's ok. Because I do care about you."

Amy nudged Jack with her shoulder, "Told ya."

"I should have told you," Sam continued. "I'm sorry. It is a lot."

"Dean can't even look at me. He wants to kill me."

"I won't let that happen," Sam stopped him.

Amy put a hand on Jack's shoulder and looked at Sam, "We won't let that happen."

"Listen," Sam continued. "If there is one thing Dean respects, it's effort. So come along, help us out. Let's go be the good guys."

Jack smiled at the thought and Amy nudged him again. He looked to her, "Are you coming?"

Amy laughed, "Over Dean's dead body."

Sam laughed and Jack was confused, "Why would he need to be dead?"

Amy roared with laughter before answering, "It's a figure of speech. Dean is obsessed with making sure I'm fully healed before letting me out of this place."

Dean was walking past at that point and began speaking, "You're damn straight you aren't leaving until you are healed." He peered in, "What the hell kind of slumber party are you having?"

Amy grinned wide, "Two hunters and the Spawn of Satan walk into a bar." She let her giggles spill out.

Dean shook his head as a small smile played on his lips. He looked up with a hard face and pointed to Amy, "You are to be here when we get back. You leave when I tell you you have a clean bill of health, got it?"

"Yes sir," Amy mock-voiced and saluted.

As they were packing, Amy walked into Dean's room, "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" Dean didn't even look up from what he was doing until Amy closed the door.

"I'm sure bringing Jack was Sam's idea." Dean grunted in response and continued shoving things into his bag. "Dean," Amy's voice was stern and it caused Dean to finally look into her eyes.

"Do you not want him going on this hunt?" Dean asked.

"It's not completely that. He's gotten excited over the prospect and I think helping you guys might help his moral compass, but," Amy sighed. "There are unforeseen consequences to his powers when he uses them uncontrolled this way."

"What do you know?"

"I heard from some friends about a hunt they were on the day you guys saved my ass. Josh and Tara had a demon in a devil's trap and were gathering intel," Amy was sitting on the bed staring out.

"Yeah, and?" Dean encouraged her story.

"The demon suddenly thrashed against a far wall, combusted, and evaporated," Amy looked up at him.

Dean sat down next to her, "Like they did at the warehouse?"

Amy nodded looking at him, "I asked Jack about what he did to cause the demons' death. He said he wanted the demons that hurt me dead." Amy shifted, "The demon Josh had in that trap was named Tanya. I remember Tanya; she had tortured me for six hours about three years ago. I was able to escape and save the girl that was possessed. Tanya was a demon that hurt me. I think when he killed those three in the warehouse; he killed any demon that was on Earth at that time that had ever caused me harm."

"Well shit," Dean rubbed his thigh.

"I didn't tell Jack this. His powers scare him too, but I want you guys to be careful around him."

"Thought you were on Team Jack?" Dean huffed.

"I don't think he should be killed for just being born, Dean. But I still think he could be dangerous and we should be cautious."

Dean got up, "I will be." Dean zipped up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and opened the door before turning back to her, "I mean it, I want you to rest up still."

Amy walked past him, "I heard you the first time."

Amy had received updates from all three of the boys while they were out. She was glad to have the updates and know they were safe without Dean attempting to kill Jack again, even if he wasn't nice to anyone. She took the opportunity while they were gone to explore the bunker and get outside. She picked out some books to read in the library and found the gym. By the time everyone had gotten back, she was feeling like her old self completely. When they came back, she heard Jack head to his room and rumblings that were Sam and Dean discussing something.

Amy was sitting on the bed reading when Dean peeked in and leaned against the door frame, "I fully expected you to be a stubborn ass and leave before we came back."

She placed the book on the nightstand and stood while smiling. It was the smile that reached her eyes and Dean couldn't help but smile back. She was wearing his black t-shirt that hung around mid-thigh on her, and her hair was hanging down around her shoulders, "You know, that does sound like me." Amy was waggling a finger at him and stood near the foot of her bed. "But I am feeling better. What do you say, tomorrow we go get me that tattoo?"

Dean nodded, looking down. Amy stepped closer, "Is something the matter?"

Dean lifted his head, "I've been a real ass, letting the anger seep into everything."

Amy continued to get closer to him with slow deliberate steps, "Yes, you sure have been an ass."

"You did not deserve the way I treated you, I am sorry."

Amy was only a foot away from him, tilting her head up to continue to stare into his eyes, "Well, thank you for that, but it was unnecessary. You've made up for it by saving my life and seeing me through to healthy again."

Dean shook his head.

"Seriously, Dean," Amy stepped closer and put a hand on his chest. "It's ok, please accept that."

"I told you I hate you and you nearly died before I saw you again," his face was scrunched and he looked disgusted.

"I promise I didn't take it literally," Amy grabbed his button up and pulled him into the room.

"What are you doing?" Dean was suspicious as she closed and locked the door.

"Well, I'd like to talk to you without Sam and especially Jack listening in," Amy's voice was overly sweet as she led him to the foot of the bed. He softly sat down and watched her cautiously. She looked down to him and put her hands on either side of his face. "I want you to stop being hard on yourself. We had a lot of things happen in a very short amount of time, you lost loved ones, and anger is perfectly natural."

Dean closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, her thumb grazed over his lips and his eyes fluttered open. Amy let go of his face and began to back away, "Sorry."

He stood, grabbed her arms, and pulled her close. His hands went on either side of her face and forced her to look up, "You don't have to be sorry for wanting to kiss me, darlin'."

She smiled, "One, you're cocky. Two," she shook loose, "I was fairly certain you wouldn't want to even think of that again after-" Amy's eyes looked down and uneasy, not wanting to mention her shame again.

He pulled her close again, "One, I prefer confident. Two, I'm not letting the memory of a dead demon ruin a damn thing."

He had Amy pressed against him, waiting for her to make it ok to move forward. She reached up and grabbed his short hair from the back of his head, "Confident, I like," and she pulled him toward her, standing on tip toe.

Their kiss was passionate and needy. Dean moaned somewhere deep in the back of his throat when Amy began push the open button up shirt off his shoulders. Amy broke the kiss by falling flat onto her feet again while placing her hands under his t-shirt, feeling the muscles and guiding her hands up to his chest. She exhaled as she thought of how unreal this man standing in front of her was. Dean took the initiative to tear off his own shirt for her and she looked up to his face while biting her lip. Amy slid her small hands down his torso to his belt and undid it and his pants. Ever the opportunist, as Amy eased his underwear off with his jeans and grazed his ass in the process.

"Now, how is this fair?" Dean kicked his pants aside, "you're still fully dressed."

Amy smirked as she pushed him back on the bed, "I'm just lucky, I guess." She made a show of taking off her shirt and threw it at him, covering his eyes. By the time he threw the shirt onto the floor, her underwear was off. She crawled on the bed and kneeled back to sit on her feet, admiring the form that was a naked Dean Winchester waiting for her. While she was taking in all of the defined muscles of his body, Dean moved slightly closer.

"While I love that look in your eyes, I do enjoy action," Dean remarked.

"You want me, Winchester?"

"I think that's obvious," Dean's semi-hard cock twitched.

"Then take me."

Dean growled out as he moved lighting fast to her. He began nipping down her neck and messaging her breasts. Amy had one hand in his hair and the other holding herself steady grabbing onto an arm. Dean moved an arm around her waist to keep her upright while the other hand came down and his fingers began circling her clit. Amy moaned and buried her face into his neck. She bit and sucked while his hands worked magic in her body.

Amy tangled her fingers in his short locks and put her mouth against his ear to whisper, "Take me, Dean. I will not break." Her hand not in his hair had wrapped around his cock and pumped while speaking.

Dean grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, biting the place just above her collar bone. Amy groaned at the action and scratched down his back. Dean used the hand in her hair to throw her down on the bed. She brought out her hands to stay on all fours and not just splay out. Dean caressed her ass and Amy arched her back. He picked up his hand and came down with a hard smack.

"Dean, please," Amy tried pushing herself onto him.

Dean grabbed her hips and lined up, putting in just the tip, "One more time."

"Please," Amy whispered as she strained against his grip, trying to create friction.

Dean slammed into her with full force and Amy grabbed a pillow to her face to cry out. He did not let up the force of his movements and Amy loved every moment of it. Dean pulled her hair and forced her face up so that her moans filled the room. She grabbed onto the sheets in an attempt to keep herself upright, but her arms were about to give out. Dean wrapped her hair in his hand and pulled her up, still pumping as hard as he could; he bit her neck and grabbed at her breasts, pinching the nipples.

" Dean!" Amy cried out as her orgasm crashed down. Dean pushed her back against the bed, grabbing her hips, he did not let up. Waves of pleasure flowed through Amy as he held her head against the bed. She couldn't tell if she had multiple orgasms or one that continued to drown her and it didn't matter. Dean's movements became erratic as his own release came closer. He pulled her hair and caused her face to lift up again. "Fucking hell," she cried out as he buried himself in deep and finished. He suddenly grabbed her hips for his own support as he finished spurting into her.

When he let go, they both collapsed on the bed, limbs tangling together and breathing heavy.

Amy gently caressed his arm, "Please tell me these rooms are sound proof."

"No idea," Dean laughed. "I guess we will find out."

Amy shook her head and held on to his arm. Allowing herself to just enjoy the moment, she closed her eyes. Dean ran his fingers gently through her hair and began untangling himself.

"I'm just going to get something to clean up," Dean said as he headed to the half bath that was attached to the room they had given her.

Amy got up and found the shirt she had been wearing, and pulled it back onto herself before Dean came back with a wet washcloth and handed it to her. She smiled up at him and gingerly cleaned herself up. Dean grabbed his boxers and t-shirt and put them on before climbing back in the bed and pulling Amy down and close to him. Amy squeaked at the action, but sighed into the bear hug.

Amy drifted off to sleep in record time.

The clock in the room read 3:45am when Amy woke, Dean's warm body was still flushed against her, but twitching. She placed her hand on his arm and croaked out, "Dean?"

Dean squeezed her into him tighter and breathed out, "Don't go."

"Dean!" Amy spoke louder and shook him. Dean jerked awake and shot straight up looking around wildly and raking his hands through his hair. Amy sat up with him and stroked his arm, "Hey, I think you were having a bad dream."

Dean nodded while turning his head to her, "Yeah, sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Hard to pinpoint what woke me, but you did have me in a vice grip."

He brushed hair away from her face and gently grazed her cheek with his fingertips, "I'm sorry."

"Hey," she shrugged, "could have been worse. You could have kicked me in my chest and held a knife up to my throat."

Dean smiled and pulled her face in closer to plant a soft kiss on her lips. He leaned his forehead against hers and sighed.

"Let's go back to sleep," she rubbed his cheek and felt the stubble. "This being up before the sun is for the other two in this bunker."

Dean nodded and held her close again, continually running his fingers through her hair. She lulled half asleep when Dean finally stopped the motion and relaxed. Amy didn't ask what the dream was about, she figured something in his past and she didn't need to pry. Dean wouldn't have answered honestly if she had asked. He laid there thinking upon the dream that he had before she woke him. It wasn't hard to interpret. Problem was, Amy was a hard headed, stubborn hunter that was going to continue to do her job no matter what kind of danger it put her in. He feared losing her while she was out there.

"I'm sure Dean and Jack would be ok with you staying here," Sam was talking while Amy was eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen.

Amy's cheeks were puffy with food and she waited until she swallowed to speak, "I have a job to do, Sam. And my own place, believe it or not."

Dean was walking in, "You're not getting out of that tattoo, beautiful."

"Now he wants to mar my skin!" Amy fake shouted. "Sam, don't you see? I have to go."

Dean shook his head as he grabbed a bowl and spoon to partake in the ceareal, "The tattoo was your idea. And with good reason," he turned and pointed at her with the spoon.

Amy shoveled more cereal in her mouth. "Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes.

"Besides," Sam smirked, "marring your skin is nothing compared to what he did to you last night."

Amy's cheeks burned bright, "Sam!"

Dean chuckled, "True story."

"If you don't wanna hear about it, don't make me hear it," Sam exited the kitchen.

Amy hid her face in her arm on the table as Dean said, "Apparently not sound proof." Amy threw her spoon in his direction.