A/N: Well, we've reached the end on this one! The last of Dean's kisses. I hope you enjoyed reading these little moments as much as I've enjoyed writing them!

Special thanks to TLOGirl for the beta on this one! Also, special thanks to wandertogondor for her excellent suggestion to include something reflecting how the kisses compared. This seemed like a good place to add that in!

She's asleep. Peaceful. She's on her side, facing him, her hand curled slightly against his chest, toes resting against his shin.

Dean watches her for a moment, glad she's not awake to see the silly smile he's pretty sure he's wearing. He'd always been quite sure he'd never find anything like this. Find a woman who could share his bed and his life. And yet, here he is.

Trying to shake off the sappiness, he reaches over, stroking his fingers along her cheek, then down over her lips.

Those lips curl into a soft smile just before her eyes crack open. "Morning, sunshine," she murmurs, giving him that slow grin that always turns him on.

Moving closer, he lines up his body with hers, so they're lightly touching from shoulder to toe. His hand slips around her head, tilting it to just the right angle. He brushes his lips against hers, just barely touching. Wanting more, but wanting to savor the moment too.

"Morning," he rumbles. "And don't call me sunshine."

She giggles softly, sliding her leg between his, fitting them tighter together. "You're no fun."

Leaning down, his words are almost lost against her mouth. "Oh, I can be all kinds of fun, sweetheart." Not letting her have the sassy reply she was no doubt ready with, he captures her lips in a soft kiss.

They've been together long enough that every movement is in sync. But not so long that it doesn't still give him a thrill every time her mouth opens to his. His tongue slides slowly against hers and he shivers a little when he hears her little hum of pleasure.

He explores her mouth until they're both out of breath. Drawing back, he looks at her again, taking in her now flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. He touches her face again, fingers light on her warm skin.

God knows he's kissed plenty of women in his time. From his first kiss at age eight to losing his virginity in high school. From the sweetness of his mother's kiss to the bitter sadness of kissing Jo goodbye. But none of them, not a single one, made him feel the way this woman does. None of them made him believe he could have it all. None of them made him believe he was the man they needed. The man he'd been convinced he could never be.

"Dean?"

Her voice draws him back and he smiles at her puzzled expression. "Sophia?"

"You still with me? I thought you were planning to show me how much fun you could be?"

With a teasing growl, he rolls her underneath him. "Oh, babe, you have no idea what I'm planning for you."

"A little less talk, Winchester."

He smirks, but takes her suggestion and drops his mouth back to hers, knowing she's the last woman he'll ever kiss.

Again, hope you enjoyed the series! If you have a second, please please please click that little review button and leave me a quick thought! It's much appreciated! :)

Also, if you'd like to read more about Dean and Sophia, their T-rated origin story is in "Feet of Clay." Their more...adult...adventures are contained in "Passion Play," as well as several other one-shots!

Thanks for reading!