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I popped a few more cheeto's into my mouth and listened to Dean tell me about his kidnapping experience…by fairies. I had laughed when he first started telling me and then he gave me this look. I promised not to laugh anymore, so now I'm eating food, praying I don't suck one down my throat in a weak moment if I lost my composure.

"This was with…fake Sam?"

He made a face, "I don't like the term fake Sam. It was still Sammy."

I nodded, "The one that 'let' you turn into a vamp."

"I didn't turn," I raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed, "I was close. I have to admit…I was a badass mofo though. Could you dig the whole sexy vampire Dean me?"

"Before or after I killed you?"

"I couldn't be your Twilight guy?"

I snorted, "Real vampires don't glitter in the sun. Why are we even discussing this? Tell me something else."

He laughed and snatched the bag of cheeto's from me. "Hey!"

"Like what? I've pretty much told you my autobiography." The sound of him crunching cheeto's filled the air. I gazed out the window for a few seconds.

"What about Lisa and Ben?"

He snapped his head toward me then quickly back at the road, "How did you know their names?"

"You don't say anything about them. Sam tells me a lot. We talk you know."

He griped the steering wheel tighter and mumbled a few curse words followed by Sam's name, "You know there are reasons why I don't tell you everything."

"And there are reasons why you should."

He snorted as he shook his head setting the bag back down between us. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I thought…Ben was my son. So after…the big bang, I went back to him and…her. Sam made me promise to be happy. To try and be happy."

"Did you love her?"

"Ava…" He began with shaking his head.

"I used to be in love with someone."

He looked over at me and then back at the road. He pressed his lips together tightly. I knew he wanted to ask, but wouldn't. I remained quiet gazing outside the window. It was remarkably dreary today. The rain was a fine mist and there was a slight chill in the air. The sun was beginning to set now. The road had an uneasy shadow about it. I shivered and reached for my jacket from the back seat. Dean was comfortable wearing his t-shirt for now, I hardly even saw him without long sleeves or a jacket. I asked Sam about it one time and he mentioned something about a scar. The ominous scar was actually a handprint on his shoulder. He glanced once more at me, "Cold?"

He reached for the heater and I laid a hand on his extremely warm forearm, "Just chilly. I'll be fine."

He nodded swiftly and continued to avoid me. I bit my lip and began to move the items that separated us. This was supposed to our 'vacation' to get to know one another become closer. So, I was going to get closer. He raised an eyebrow as I shoved everything to the passenger seat and snuggled up against him. He smirked and wrapped his arm around me with a tight squeeze. He placed a soft kiss into my hair and I sighed contentedly in return. Perfect.

For a few minutes he remained smirking, watching the road carefully as the light shadows now were in full bloom. The sun was gone. We still had hours to go from our destination. The next town was about twenty miles away. I nudged him, "Let's stop for the night. We can finished driving in the morning."

He met my eyes and studied them for a moment, "Alright. Next town."

Letting out a soft sigh, I closed my eyes before snuggling back into the warm crook of his arm. Where were you years ago? He cleared his throat slightly, "He…he a hunter?"

My eyes drifted back open, "Yea, still is as far as I know."

He nodded. I shifted my eyes up and I could tell by the way his jaw tensed and his eyes squinted from stress, he was trying to figure out who this guy actually was. I had no clue if he had known him or not. In this business, you do tend to know quite a few hunters.

"His name is Nick…he's from New Mexico. He was a friend of our family. Parents had known him since he was a kid, he and Aaron got along really well. Suddenly, I grew up and he noticed me. For two years….we were together all the time. He followed us around when we moved. Everywhere I went, he was there. It was perfect…started talking about marriage and having a family."

Dean kept his eyes on the road, but his ears were trained on me. His body was stiff, he breathing sped up slightly, his knuckles were white against the black steering wheel, eyes were slightly clouded over with thought…oh yea, he was listening.

I continued, "Then he noticed Kendra had grown up too."

I snorted and shook my head. Dean scoffed, "He cheated on you with Kendra? Kendra did that to you? Unbelievable."

"I've never been exactly built like a freaking super model," I laughed, but sobered quickly. "I've never been much of anything to be honest. Kendra is…it for most guys. Trust me…if she ever gets her claws in you, you'll be done for too."

"I'm already done for Ava."

I met his eyes and he kissed me quickly before having to return his attention to the road. I felt a quick warmth spread through me. This man sitting beside me was incredible. He was more than anything I could ask for. I just hoped that the feeling was mutual between us. I understand though if the feeling wasn't as quite as deep for him. We hadn't known each other that long, but there was this whirlwind thing sweeping us into one another. I could feel it. A pull of some sort.

I reached up and kissed him gently on the neck. I couldn't help but smirk upon hearing him take in a shaky breath. I moved my lips just millimeters up and made contact with his ear and he moaned.

"How far is that town?" I whispered letting my hand snake over his thigh. The Impala lurched forward and I laughed with a slight giggle at the end.

He shook his head and huffed as we finally crossed the city limits sign. I could see the hotel lights beaming at us with open arms. I smirked at his discomfort and he chuckled, "You find this amusing?"

"Extremely," I mumbled as I pressed my hand higher on his thigh. He gave a heavy sigh before turning into the motel parking lot. I smiled because I knew payback would be divine.

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The door swung open and bags fell to the ground at our feet. I heard the door shut and lock, the room was dark and cool. The gentle hum of the air conditioner was the only thing I could hear over our breathless moans. My back hit the door to our room and I was off of my feet. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his excitement was pressing against me, I could feel him smiling against my lips. Warm hands found the hem of my shirt and within three seconds it was abandoned somewhere. He turned quickly spinning us around and trotted off to the middle of the room. My mouth was just below his ear when he suddenly tripped. I squealed as I landed on the bed, alone. I laughed loudly hearing the thump and crashing of something.

"Shit."

"Are you okay?" I giggled and searched for the lamp. He mumbled something just as I turned it on. The strap to my duffel was wrapped around his foot, there was a chair a few feet from him, the decorative vase with terrible looking fake mums was now shattered to pieces on the ground. He looked adorable at that second. He was mad as hell, ego obviously deflated, pride lost. I pressed my lips together trying to stop the laughter from bubbling up. He looked at me with accusing eyes. "I'm…I'm sorry. Do you need help?"

"Trying to be all freakin' romantic here and almost broke my damn neck," He stood up and shook the strap loose. "See…you do all of this."

I cocked my head curiously, "I'm sorry?"

He waved his hands around accentuating the mess he had made, "This…all of this. You are the cause of this. And that…what was that in the car with the flighty hands?"

I smirked at his crumbling demeanor. I curled my finger and gave the 'I beckon you to come here' look. I may not be extensively experienced, but I knew that trick, oh yes. He growled, "And then you do that…with the eyes and the lips…"

I crawled to the end of the bed and wrapped my fingers around his belt buckle pulling him to me. I could already see the bulge in his pants and I grinned up at him. "You give me that smile…that specific smile….like you're up to something."

"And what if I am?" I pulled his belt off in a few quick tugs and slid his jacket off of his shoulders. He swallowed and moved his mouth to mine quickly. He kissed me deeply and I felt my insides tighten from anticipation. He pulled away slightly, "It's usually me doing all of the cohersin'."

I unbuttoned his jeans slowly and laughed, "Then by all means….seduce me Dean."

He chuckled and kissed me again before leaning back against the bed. His lips moved to my neck and up to my ear and then to my lips. Fingers danced everywhere and it was as he had a million hands. My flighty hands were nothing compared to his expert fingers as he pulled off my jeans. His shoes were gone along with his jeans and shirt. I wasn't sure when we became fully naked, but his skin was absolute heaven against mine. I could see his handprint on his arm standing out boldly. I ran my hand over it delicately and pressed my lips to his shoulder. He became instantly somber and I was afraid I had done something wrong. He swallowed tightly, his voice was hoarse as he spoke, "I need to tell you something."

"Okay…" I mumbled letting my head rest against the blanket on the bed. His eyes were the color of seaweed just a moment ago and now they had a blue hue to them. I'm sure my plain brown eyes were boring.

"You…make me feel like….from the first moment I saw you passed out on the table...blood, gore and all- you did something. I've never…never felt this way. You asked me if I ever loved Lisa…"

I caressed his face urging him to continue. He turned his face into my palm and kissed my hand, "Yes…but not like this."

I gave a tiny smile and played with his hair. "I love you."

My eyes widened at his revelation and I knew that this was monumental. He never ever said the word love unless a dessert was in the same sentence. He grinned as he was suddenly free of the weight that the phrase carried. I laughed and kissed him on the lips. I nodded and grinned like a fool. As he moved down to kiss me again…the truth was…I loved him too.

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After sleeping all by my lonesome self for…well, a long time, you would think waking up with a warm body pressed against yours would startle you or be unnerving. But the truth is…I loved it. When I was Nick, he never stayed over- he always left directly after the 'act' in fear that my parents would kill him. Although, they weren't stupid, they knew what we were doing. So this was something completely new for me. The feeling of having large strong arms holding when I was sleeping, tucked away under warm blankets listening to the soft snore just behind my ear. I could feel my hair moving every time he exhaled peacefully. Yes, this was something that I knew that I would love. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself face to face with a faux black leather clock with bright green lighting. 10:17am. I gave a slight moan and knew that it was time to wake up. We had a case to investigate, my first in weeks and to be honest, I was looking forward to it.

I rubbed Dean's arm gently, relishing this moment, knowing I wouldn't be able to be held in this safe cocoon of warmth and safety until later, much later tonight. I bit my lip trying to decide whether or not to wake him, maybe I shouldn't. He probably needed his sleep. I rolled my eyes and gave my nose a scratch, my own wants (staying in his arms) were taking over our need to get a move on.

"You're thinking incredibly hard for this early in the morning."

I smiled at the roughness of his voice. He rolled over and pulled me with him. I propped my head up on his chest and stared up at him, memorizing every imperfection, stubble, wrinkle, scar, and line of his face. He opened an eye at me and then closed it quickly as his hand rubbed my back with feather like touches,

"Your skin is so soft."

"I go through lotion pretty fast."

He chuckled, "Smells like honey and vanilla, tastes like shit."

"That's what you get for licking me…all over." I patted him on the chest and planted a kiss just above his right nipple. He smiled brightly, eyes still closed, "Didn't hear much complaining when I was doing it."

He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock, "We need to get dressed, and get out of here…I'm starving."

I lay back down as he sat up, blankets pooling around his hips. I shivered and pulled blankets toward me, "Yep. We still have a few more hours to drive. What did you say this case was? Did you bring a file or something?"

He shifted a bit uncomfortably and let out a breath as he stood up, my vision was met with a bare assed Dean. I ignored my urge to jump him as he searched the motel room floor for his boxers, "About that…"

I sat up and rolled my eyes, "You forgot the research didn't you? I asked Sam if he gave you the file and all he said was, Dean has everything."

He slipped on his boxer briefs and put his hands on his hips as he faced me. He bit his lip and shook his head slowly as if trying to decide what to say. "Dean? What?"

"There isn't a case."

I raised my eyebrow and pulled the sheet up to cover my breasts, I wasn't having this conversation half naked. "What do you mean, 'there isn't a case'? You…lied to me?"

"Not lied…I just didn't give you all the details. It's more of a consultation thing."

I shook my head and stood up abandoning the sheet and blankets, stalking off toward the bathroom naked. I heard him sigh behind me, "Bobby wouldn't let me take you on a real hunt because of this whole Gavin issue."

I didn't answer as I slammed the bathroom door behind me. I wasn't sure why I was so angry, but I think it could be the fact that they weren't letting me do my job. I was so excited about the fact that I could resume my duties as a hunter. I turned on the shower in hopes that it would drown out his persistent knocking.

"Ava…" I shook my head as I stepped into the almost scalding water and sighed loudly, "Go away Dean."

"Ava…come on, unlock the door."

I didn't answer that time. I leaned against the wall and let the water run over me soothingly. I hadn't realized how much I ached until I had started walking. Leaning my head back against the wall I wiped the water out of my eyes. The curtain flew back and I squeaked. Dean stood there with a disapproving look on his face, "Seriously…what, you think I can't pick a lock?"

I looked down in his hand, he had my wash bag. I tried to take it from him, but he held it back and pointed a finger at me. His eyes were turned into slits as he peered down at me heavily, "Listen, for just a few seconds…then if you're still pissed- I'll drive you straight back to Bobby's."

I crossed my arms and his gaze flickered to my breasts for about two seconds. He shook his head and took a breath, "I know how much you wanted to get out of there. 'K? I also know that it was the only way for Bobby to let me take you off somewhere…this whole going to the beach and giving you a mini vacation. I told him it was just a consulting job- which it is. And I just wanted…"

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. I almost reached out for him, but held firm, fingernails digging into my skin. He gave a short sigh and dropped the bag onto the floor then climbed into the shower with me. My eyes widened as he pulled me flush against him, "I wanted to be alone with you without everyone watching us. I wanted you to be happy. I was trying to show you that I can be more than just a hunter. And...that I care about you. A lot."

My hands flew up to his face and I pulled him into a kiss. He pressed closer against me, if it was even possible, and I could feel his boxer briefs sticking to my legs. He was beginning to harden against me. I pulled away, "I just wanted things to be normal again…hunting is normal."

"I'm trying to get you normal babe. And this is the closest thing I could get right now."

I smiled, "Say it again."

He scrunched his eyebrows at me, "Babe?"

"I like it."

He smirked and mumbled, 'You got it babe.' Before he pressed me against the tiles of the shower wall. I moaned into his mouth and he began to slip and grumbled, "How in the hell do people do this in the shower?"

I giggled and ran my fingers into his hair, "That's usually when the guy just bends the girl over."

He raised his eyebrows and then fidgeted with his wet underwear. He chuckled and spun me around quickly cupping my breasts as he did. He sucked on my neck for a few seconds and then he placed his hand on my back urging me down. Bending over I placed my hands firmly on the shower wall. He eased a few fingers in at first just twisting them about a bit. "God Ava…"

"You're wasting time…" I stopped talking there. I stopped all thought, all movement when he shoved into me quickly. Moaning I shut my eyes and smiled at his chuckle. He began slowly moving a perfect easy rhythm. Our breathing echoed off the tiled walls as the water beat down on us. I turned the heat up a little bit and he murmured a curse word. The water was close to burning us now and the pain of it only seemed to make me fall over the edge. Dean picked up his pace and I could my feet slipping. He wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned down further placing his hand on the wall beside mine.

"Come on baby."

His voice was husky and I swallowed feeling him slow a bit. I shook my head, "Faster. Almost."

With that he shoved into me three more times and we both lost it. His arm tightened around my waist and I felt my legs turn to jello. He held me up as he slipped away. He spun me around quickly, hair plastered on my face and gave me a slow kiss. His hands ran down my butt cheeks and he gave them a gentle squeeze. I sighed happily into his lips as he smirked at the feel of me trembling against his body. "How about I wash your hair for you?"

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Okay…I wasn't clear with what limits I could push the 'sex scenes'. So, I kept it pretty PG13-ish…maybe. I could do so much more with the sex…that's for sure. :o) Trust me, I have so many ideas for Dean. Hehe...