Kay, so fair warning, there are scenes in this chapter of a sexual nature and are not meant for younger readers. thanks for reading!! hope everyone is still enjoying the story...please let me know what you think...reviews are like gold to me!! bambers;)

Chapter Ten

Sam spent the next few days repeatedly going over everything he'd learned about Edgar, and researching for new leads, but was quickly becoming discouraged. If there was a link between Dean's paralysis and Edgar's death, Sam couldn't find it. And although he didn't want to admit the doctors might be right that surgery was his brother's only recourse, Sam reluctantly had to concede they were probably were.

Without any new information to go on, Sam decided to take a drive out to the cemetery to take a look around. He'd thought to ask Dean to go along, but knew his brother would rather spend time with Beth than to go along on what would more than likely turn out to be another fruitless search.

As he drew nearer to the broken headstone belonging to Edgar, a strange sorrowful feeling worked its way into his heart, and took hold of him. His breath caught in his throat as the feeling intensified, and he braced himself against an old willow tree to keep himself from falling to his knees.

Slowly, the feeling began to subside, leaving Sam shaky and confused. He'd never felt such intense anguish without cause before, and was certain it meant something, but he wasn't sure exactly what. If Edgar was trying to tell him something, it was lost on him.

He walked to the grave, knelt beside it, and noticed a small rust colored stain on the corner of the base of the stone where his brother's head must have struck it. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sam closed his eyes and tried to recall everything that had happened that night.

I was trying to dig faster as Markus' spirit was attacking Dean, and Dean was yelling at me to hurry up. I salted and burned him, and looked up and saw Dean just as he landed here. He passed out . . . he passed out, and I felt the same way as I felt a moment ago.

"There has to be a reason for it. It can't just be a coincidence." Sam looked one last time at the gravestone, saw nothing particularly interesting about it, and stood to leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow moving rapidly in and amongst a small copse of trees off to the right, and hastily followed, remembering the accounts of a shadow man watching over one particular grave in the cemetery. Darting through the trees, his jacket snagging on low thorny branches, Sam tried to keep his sights trained on the figure, but lost it several times, before it finally disappeared at the edge of the tree line.

He glanced around at all the graves line up in neat rows, and heaved an aggravated sigh. If it was watching me, then maybe it was Edgar? But why would he be standing guard over a grave? "Maybe people just saw him standing beside his own grave? That would make sense." Sam tried to reason, but had a nagging doubt, feeling as if Edgar's spirit was trying to lead him somewhere.

Again, he went over what he knew about the former police officer. His children are both alive. His wife left him soon after we was fired from the police force, but she's still alive as well. Both of his parents died before he was married, but I can't see why he would guard over their graves. Sam's thoughts turned to the accident Edgar had been in. No one died in the accident, so that leaves that out . . . but what if they died shortly after, and he blamed himself for it?

Truthfully, Sam hadn't looked too carefully into the facts of the accident after hearing no one had been too seriously injured, and was now kicking himself for not doing so. But even if someone died because of him, why would he hurt Dean?

"This makes no sense, maybe I'm looking for answers that just aren't there." Sam trudged back to the Impala, thoroughly disheartened, and headed back to the motel.

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Dean sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through Beth's silky hair. She'd fallen asleep on his lap, her head resting against his chest, and he tried to remain as still as possible so as not to wake her. He loved that he could watch her like this, body pressed closely to his, peacefully unaware of her surroundings. And whatever sexual desire he felt toward her at the moment, he forcefully pushed it aside, knowing that when she was ready it would be perfect.

Beth stirred slightly as a soft cool breeze drifted by, and Dean hastily wrapped her blanket more firmly around her as he held her closer to him. She smiled in her sleep, and he was struck once again at just how beautiful she was, and how she'd chosen to love him when she could've had anyone she'd wanted.

He'd never thought he could feel about anyone the way he felt about Beth, his life just didn't allow for it, and as he sat there, a worried frown creased his brow. Everything good that had ever happened in his life was quickly replaced by tragedy, and even now, he waited for it to find him again, and put an end to his happiness.

"Don't leave me, Beth," he softly whispered into her ear, "don't ever leave me."

"Dean?" She looked up at him, through partially opened eyes, and smiled dreamily.

She opened her mouth to say something more and he lowered his head and eagerly sought out her lips. The kiss deepened, his tongue finding hers as he crushed her body to his. Beth softly moaned as she wove her fingers through his hair and drew him in even closer, their bodies melting into one.

Dean drew back, breathless, trying his damnedest to control the desire that welled inside him like a firestorm, with little success. "Oh, God, Beth," he uttered in a deep throaty whisper, "I want you so much . . . and I don't know what to do . . . just tell me what to do."

"I don't want you to stop, Dean," she replied breathlessly. "There's a place . . . it's the perfect place . . . I've always dream of. . . ." her voice trailed off as she looked beyond him toward the canopy of trees. "There's a waterfall . . . and I just always thought . . . ."

"Where is it?" he said without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to make her first time absolutely perfect.

She gestured to where she'd just been looking. "It's just beyond those trees, no one usually ever goes back there, but I don't think I can make it on my own."

Dean nodded in understanding. "You don't have to," he said, and headed toward where she'd just pointed to, with her still on his lap.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Beth trailed her tongue down his neck, softly kissing him to distraction. Slowly, she traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, and then playfully nibbled at it.

"Beth, if you don't stop, we're not gonna make it there," he hoarsely whispered, trying to remain in control, "cause you're driving me crazy here."

"I'm sorry, Dean," she said, moving slightly away from him.

"No, don't be sorry . . . don't ever be sorry for that." He stopped his wheelchair for a moment, drew her back against him again, and then proceeded onward, going as fast as he could possibly manage.

Nestling closer to him, her hand trailed down his chest, then lower, and he moaned at the exquisite torture of her touch. Dean wove his way through the path of trees, noticing how secluded the area was and was thankful for that as he wasn't sure how much further he could go with Beth tempting him as she was.

Up ahead, he heard the sound of water cascading over the rocks, and felt the spray of mist on his face. As he drew nearer to the falls, he noticed a massive flat boulder beside the water, and as he looked at Beth and saw her smile he knew it was the perfect place.

Removing the blanket from around Beth, he set it on the boulder, and then carefully lifted her onto it. As he made his way onto it, Beth spread out the blanket, and when she was finished she turned to look at him.

Gently caressing her face, Dean's hand trailed backward toward the nape of her neck, and he leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against hers. "I love you, Beth." He noticed the look of fear in her eyes, and hesitated, wanting to make sure this was absolutely what she wanted. "You're sure?"

She met and held his gaze, smiled and nodded. "I want you to make love to me, Dean."

Dean swallowed back his own sudden fear at the thought of disappointing her in some way as he slowly trailed his hand downward to unbutton her blouse, reveling in the feel of the soft creamy skin below.

Moving closer to him, Beth took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. She leaned in, lowered her head and gently kissed all the scars she noticed on his deeply tanned chest, and as he laid back against the boulder, she continued downward to his stomach.

Ardent heat surged through his body, and he trembled as her tongue trailed back upward to his chest. Playfully, she nipped at his hardened nipple, then drew it into her mouth, and he groaned in pleasure.

Dean, unable to bear the tantalizing torture any longer, wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, pressing his body against hers as he sought out her mouth, his tongue searching and tasting every inch of the warmth her found there. His hand slid downward to undo the front clasp of her lacy bra, and his fingers lightly caressed her silky smooth breast.

Leaning back, he propped himself up on his elbow to look at down at Beth, wanting to memorize every single nuance of her body. Her velvety skin glistened from the mist rolling off the waterfalls, and her hair spread out in a wild disarray was slightly dampened by it. Eyes, wide and turbulent green in the throes of passion met his hungered gaze with an intensity that nearly staggered him.

"You're so beautiful, Beth . . . so damn beautiful."

His mouth found hers again, his kisses turning urgent as her nimble fingers found and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Momentary panic filled him as he suddenly realized how hard it was going to be to get his pants off without the use of his legs, and he silently cursed under his breath.

"Dean?" Beth said, a tremor of fear in her voice, and he knew she'd thought she'd done something wrong.

"Just tryin' to figure out how the hell I'm supposed to get my jeans off in a somewhat sexy manner." He chuckled to break the sudden tension he'd inadvertently created. "There should really be some sort of manual for this kinda situation."

"It's not a big deal, Dean." She smiled, and then together they both figured out the best way to get rid their unwanted clothing, and removed them.

Once freed from their impeding garments, Dean pressed his body to hers, his mouth devouring hers hungrily. His lips trailed down to her breast, and he drew it into his mouth. She gasped, her breath coming in short rapid succession as Dean felt a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body.

Dean's hand slowly slid downward over her flat, firm stomach, and then farther still to where he felt the silky warmth between her thighs. Her nails dug into his back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as his deft fingers continued their slow exploration of her body. He heard her sharp intake of breath as his mouth sought out the firm nub of her other breast.

"Please, Dean," she softly moaned, and it was his undoing.

Lifting himself, he pressed down on top of Beth as he entered her exquisite warmth. Using the muscles in his arms and stomach instead of his legs, he thrust in deeper, and she cried out in pain. He instantly stilled, and noticed her eyes were tightly closed, tears slipping down the sides of her face.

"I'm so sorry, Beth. I wasn't thinking . . . I swear, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," she whispered, wrapping her hand around the back of his head as she arched upward to kiss him.

Slowly, he began to move inside of her once again, his thrusts deepening as the tension in his body increased. Sweat glistened on his skin as drove himself deeper and deeper inside her. Her nails raked into his back as she lifted her body to meet his. Over and over again, her body arched to meet his until she gasped, a cry of pleasure escaping from her lips. His breath caught in his throat as he thrust once again and found release, his body trembling as he collapsed and drew her into his arms.

For the longest time they laid like that, the gentle mist washing over them, the turbulent rush of water pounding on the rocks below the waterfalls echoing in the quiet, and the sound of their breathing as it returned to normal.

Beth rolled in his arms to face him, her hair falling loosely over her eyes, and Dean gently brushed it aside. Her look of wide-eyed innocence nearly stole his breath away. She trembled slightly as a cool breeze swept over them, and he drew her to him, kissing her lightly at first, and then it deepened as his passion ignited once more.

With chest heaving, her breathing came in short panted breaths as she ended the kiss, and whispered, "I love you, Dean . . . I'll always love you, even if this was only a one time thing."

His heart caught in his throat then spiraled into his stomach as he recalled telling her he wasn't capable of giving her more. She'd taken him at his word, and was giving him an easy out, but he found he didn't want her to. Hugging her fiercely and protectively to him, he swallowed hard. "I want you with me always, Beth. Always. I never want to let you go."