A/N: Hello!!! I am back and with a smut filled update...Were you guys shocked about the deal? hehe...I am mischievious I know. Anyway so here is the aftermath of it all and you may not get the reaction that you expect from Dean and Sam, but this is how it came out of my head. Feel free to tell me if you hate it...I won't mind....aside from that enjoy and R&R

"So let me get this straight. You both had to live for six months thinking I was gone during which you slept together…again and had a heart to heart with the trickster where he told Alex that basically her father made a deal and Sam was obsessed with saving me. Then Alex, you go to a crossroads alone and meet the most powerful crossroads demon who tells you that you died when you were ten and your father made a deal to bring you back and the demon infected you with demon blood?"

Alex sighed heavily before looking back up at Dean with a nod. Dean said nothing for a long moment staring at Alex as she sat on the bed looking up at him like she was a five year old who had just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She could tell by the way his jaw was set and the fire in his hazel green eyes, that he was upset. Really upset. But Alex had wanted to come clean; she didn't want to hide anything else from Dean even if meant crucifying herself as well as Sam. She had tried to ignore the hitch in his voice when he talked about her being infected with demon blood, but it was too much to ignore. She knew what he was thinking; probably the same thing he thought about Sam's being infected with demon blood. She saw the way his eyes changed as he looked at her now, there was caution in them.

"I need a drink," Dean said finally, moving away from them and walking to the small fridge in the kitchenette. He pulled out a beer, opening it and taking five long swigs before looking back at them.

"Dean-," Sam started rising to his feet from where he had been sitting in the chair of the desk.

Dean held up a hand making his brother fall silent. "Hold on Sammy…I'm trying to…process all of this," he said softly as he shook his head and took another swig.

He didn't know what to be madder about. The fact that they had lied to him and slept together again or that his girlfriend had gone to the crossroads alone and tried to go up against a demon? And what did it mean for Alex to have a powerful crossroad demons blood coursing through her veins? Did that make her worse than Sam? Was she going to change? Did he have to worry about protecting her and how she was going to be after he was gone? He shook his head again and finished his beer looking up to find them both staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

"I don't know what to say," he admitted with a shrug shaking his head again. "I'm pissed off that you both lied to me and you both slept together again, but that kind of pales in comparison to the fact that you both are infected with demon blood and the demons have a plan for you both and I am going to hell in three months. I don't know what to do and I don't know what to think. The two people I care about most in my life are the two people I don't even know how to feel about."

Neither Alex or Sam said anything, they both only gazed at him for a moment before their eyes strayed and Dean sighed. He set aside his empty beer bottle and walked forward grabbing his coat and car keys before he moved toward the door. Alex was on her feet the minute he gripped the knob, her hand on his arm making him turn.

"Dean," she said softly as she looked up into his eyes. "Look…me and Sam…it didn't mean-."

"I know," he said cutting her off as his eyes dropped. "I just need some time to think…"

She released his arm with a sigh and he pulled the door open, slipping through before closing it behind him. She stared at the closed door for a long moment before turning back to Sam and finding his eyes on the dark carpet of the floor. She walked back toward the bed and sat down beside him, her own eyes moving toward the carpet to try and find what was so interesting to him. Neither spoke for a long moment.

"I'm sorry that I told him…about us," Alex said softly, her eyes still down.

Sam sighed. "Don't be…you did the right thing, Alex," he replied. "Dean deserves to know everything."

"I don't know what to do, Sam," she whispered shaking her head. "I…have demon blood in me…hell we both do…but what for?"

Sam shook his head. That was a question he had been asking himself for a long time. He didn't know how to respond to it because he truly didn't know. He looked at Alex for a long moment before his eyes fell to the cut on her arm.

"That looks like it needs stitches," he said nodding to it.

Alex blinked and looked down at the cut before shrugging. "I don't care," she admitted.

"We may be infected with demon blood, but we are still human," he replied with a frown. "We need to stitch that up before it gets infected."

She sighed. "Fine."

He rose to his feet, walking to his duffel and grabbing the suture kit. He walked back to her and sat down on the bed, taking her arm in his hands and inspecting the wound. She didn't say anything or look at him as he inspected it and then began to string up a suture. She remained quiet as he poured rubbing alcohol over it, even though it stung like hell.

"You want a drink?" he asked making her look into his eyes.

She shook her head. "I don't think I should," she admitted. "I should be sober."

Sam nodded and began to stitch her up. She ignored the sting of it, pushing it all to the back of her mind as she thought about everything she had experienced that night. Everything she had believed all her life had been a lie. It made her doubt everything she believed in, even who she was. She should have been dead long ago along with her mother, and because her father wanted her to live he sacrificed himself. Now she was alone on the earth with no true family and no one to answer any of her questions.

"Don't think about it," Sam said snapping her out of her thoughts as he pulled the needle through her skin one last time and then tied the suture. "I know you're wondering why there is demon blood inside of you and what the demon has planned for you, but you can't figure it out on your own. Trust me. I have tried. And you'll go insane trying to if you don't stop. I know you aren't evil, Alex. You are a good person…the same way I know I am a good person…that's why we should just let it go for now. The answers will come along the way. And maybe it's better if we never know."

Alex hesitated watching him break the suture and then begin to put the things away. She couldn't just let it go. It wasn't that simple, she had to know what they wanted her for and why they had done this to her. She didn't want to just wait for answers; she didn't want to just wait and see what would become of her. But she knew that Sam was only trying to help, to ease her mind about things going on and nodded.

"Okay," she said softly pulling her arm back and inspecting his work.

Sam put the kit back into his duffel and reached for his coat. "I am going to go for a walk," he said pulling it on. "Try to clear my head. Alex?"

"Yeah?" she said looking up at him.

"If you ever do anything that stupid again, I will kick your ass," he said sternly with a frown. "And by stupid I mean go to a crossroads alone."

Alex hesitated, surprised at the anger in his voice, but nodded. "Okay."

Sam nodded and walked to the door. "Okay."

She watched him walk out of the door before rising to her feet and grabbing her duffel. She carried it to the bathroom with her, turning on the light. She turned the shower on and shut the bathroom door. She stripped quickly and climbed into the warm water, reaching forward to increase the temperature to near scalding. She was hoping the hot water would vaporize the demon blood from her body, but she knew it wouldn't. She sighed and leaned against the cool tile, unable to keep herself from thinking, I'm a freak.

Dean was sitting behind the wheel of the impala staring at the door to their motel room. He truly hadn't wanted to go anywhere and he truly didn't want to be inside around his brother or Alex either. So he confined himself within the shell of the impala, finding comfort in being encased in the steel with warm leather underneath him. He had tried to clear his mind; to allow him a few moments of worry and stress free bliss but was unable to stop everything that was running through his head. Finding out that Sam had known all along that there was a powerful demon named Lilith who wanted Sam's intestines on a stick, the death of Hendrickson and Nancy and the deputy, finding out that Alex and Sam had slept together again, and that she was infected with demon blood and had died. It was all too much for any normal man to bear, but he didn't consider himself to be a normal man so he added it to all the other things he carried on his shoulders and filed it under Dealing with it later. But later was going to come to soon, he was dying and there was nothing anyone could do about it, even he knew that.

He didn't know what he was going to do about Alex. He didn't think he could truly be upset with her for sleeping with Sam again. After the way she had put it he couldn't blame them, even though he wanted too badly. He could imagine them alone all that time, hurting and angry, wanting revenge and having no one and nothing but each other. It only made sense for them to try and find some comfort in one another, after all who better to relate to each other besides the two of them? But just because he understood it, didn't mean that he was any less pissed off about it. He didn't want to spend the last few months worrying about what would happen between them after he was gone. Would they fall in love? Get married? Have little kids that they named after him in his memory? He shook his head. He didn't want that, Alex was his. He loved her like no other and that he could say with a lot of confidence. He truly didn't care that she was infected with demon blood, granted it scared the living hell out of him to not know what the demons wanted her for, but he loved her for who he knew her as. And she was a fun-loving, understanding, and caring, kick ass woman who put up with him and loved him just as much in return, they both had made mistakes along the way, and he was willing to put it behind them all. He would just have to let her know how much he loved her and that she was his and no one else's.

He unlocked the driver side door and climbed from the impala. He walked into the motel room knowing not to expect to find Sam because he had seen him walk out of the room a little while after he did. He moved toward the bathroom, walking to the door and pushing it open. He found her stepping out of the shower, still dripping wet and naked as she reached for her towel on the rack. She jumped when she heard the door opening, bringing up her hands to cover her breasts.

"Dean!" she hissed looking at him with wide eyes. "You scared the hell out of me…I thought…you were going out.."

He stepped further into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving her as he shut the door behind himself and took careful steps toward her. She watched him coming, looking at him with bright eyes, hands still covering her breasts until he reached her and took her face in his hands. He didn't say anything as he gazed at her for a long moment, taking in the beauty of her face.

"Dean…" she started slowly, her eyes dropping as they began to water. "I'm sorry…"

"Shh…." He whispered brushing his thumbs across her cheek. "Don't…"

He leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his and sliding his tongue over hers. She shivered against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms came around her to bring her body closer. She felt like heaven in his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his. She was everything he wanted and needed, which made him even more mad that Sam had touched what was rightfully his. It drove him crazy to know that he only had a few more months with her before he was going to bed dead. He never wanted to leave her, wanted her to be his forever and always.

She pulled away from his kiss with a gasp as his hands slid down her sides, feeling the goose bumps that had risen on her skin from his kiss. She moaned as his hand dipped low sliding up her inner thigh until he found her warmth and pressed his palm against it. His body hardened every time he felt how warm he made her, how wet she became just from his touch. His cock throbbed against her just from feeling it and his teeth nipped at the skin of her neck as her head lulled back. He slid two fingers inside of her making her gasp, allowing a moan to escape from his mouth as he felt her walls begin to pulsate around his fingers. He slid them further, purposefully brushing her g-spot lightly to get a moan from her throat.

"Does that feel good?" he whispered leaning in to her ear, biting her ear lobe when she didn't respond right away.

"Yes," she purred digging her fingers into his shoulders. "Yes Dean…Please…"

He loved it when she begged, loved to hear the pleading in her tone and know that he was the only one who could fill her want. He was throbbing against her, his fingers sliding in and out until she was panting against him. He brought his thumb up circling her clit to add to the pleasure, getting a louder moan from her mouth as her walls throbbed faster around his fingers.

"Dean," she gasped against him her fingers digging deeper into his flesh. "Please…more…god please…"

He didn't stop, only increased the tempo until she was shivering and panting. He brushed her g-spot again making her let out a small cry and knew she was close. The fire burned within him and he grinded himself into her. She gasped as he brushed over her sensitive area once more, pushing in deeper as her walls constricted around his fingers. He groaned as he felt her orgasm rip through her, making her cry out against him, warm liquid gushing against his fingers as her walls clamped down on his fingers like a vice. He didn't stop, he rode out the orgasm until her walls released his fingers and he withdrew them from her as she gazed up at him through heavy lidded eyes. He brought his fingers to her lips, touching them gently until she pulled them into her mouth and sucked her own juices from them. He let out a groan feeling his cock bob and the fire within him intensify.

"I want you so bad, Dean," she moaned as she gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers from her mouth. She guided his hand down to her warmth again, pressing his fingers against her entrance so he could feel the wetness of her again. "See what you do to me?"

His teeth clenched as he felt her heat, and he pulled his hand away to unbuckle his jeans. Her hands came forward to help, yanking his shirt over his head and then gripping sides of his jeans to push them down his hips. Her hand gripped his cock once it was free, stroking him slowly as his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he thrust into her hand. He wanted her badly, wanted to feel her cum around him many more times.

"Bed," he growled taking her hand and stepping away from her. "Now."

She didn't need telling twice, he pulled her along with him as the exited the bathroom before pushing he down onto the bed. He kicked his jeans off the rest of the way before kneeling down beside the bed and yanking her hips toward the edge. She bent her knees allowing him full view of her and arched as he pressed his lips to her clit, his tongue snaking out to taste it. He moaned softly as his tongue swirled around her, teasing and tasting before sliding into her opening. He could hear her panting on the bed, her hips grinding against his mouth as her body searched for some sort of release. His name rolled off her lips as he slid two fingers within her, sucking her clit as he slid them in and out. The grinding of her hips increased and he could feel her walls begin to throb quickly around his fingers.

"Yes," he urged softly pulling his mouth away from her warmth. "Cum for me, Alex...I want to taste it."

"Oh god…Please Dean…," she panted and begged above him.

He slid his fingers in deep licking the pad of his tongue up her clit simultaneously. It sent her over the edge with a loud cry, her body trembling with the force of the orgasm. He rode it out, his fingers growing slicker as he continued to slide them in and out of her until she relaxed completely on the bed. He withdrew his fingers from her, sliding his body over hers to take her mouth. He kissed her hungrily as his hands gripped her hips and pushed her further back onto the bed. He settled himself between her hips, the tip of him rubbing against her entrance.

"Please Dean…" she begged looking up at him with desperate eyes. "I want you… I need you…please."

"How bad?" he countered sliding himself up along her clit. "How bad do you want me?"

"So bad…" she moaned through clenched teeth. "Please…make love to me…"

He slid the tip of himself into her unable to resist the inviting warmth of her anymore. He hissed at the feel of her warmth gripping him, throbbing warm and wet around him, begging for him to come in further. He resisted against his better judgment, wanting to hear her beg more. He grabbed both her hands as they reached downward trying to slide him in herself and held her wrists down to the mattress. Her body reacted immediately, beginning to grind against the tip of him, trying to get him all within her.

"Am I the only one you want, Alex?" he whispered looking into her eyes as she panted beneath. "Is it just me and only me?"

"Yes, Dean," she panted gripping his shoulder tight. "Only you…please…"

He slid himself in a little further making himself shiver and her moan. "Forever?" he questioned further rocking his hips forward just a little to make her moan again.

"Forever," she answered with a nod. "Only you…please.."

He smirked at her answer, surging forward hard to slide into her until he reached the hilt. She gasped in surprise, trying to move her hands, but he continued to hold her wrists as he slid into her with long sure strokes. She throbbed around him making him moan softly in time with each of his thrusts as he purposefully brought her close to the edge and then changed up his tempo to throw her off. She was squirming and begging beneath him, pushing her hips up into his with each of his thrusts until he could take no more. He slid home twice more hitting just the right spot that was sending them both over the edge at once. He gripped her wrists tightly, his body shaking as he spilled himself into her before he collapsed on top of her.

He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling the ripples from within her dying down. He released her wrists, sitting up on his elbows as he looked down at her. The passion and lust in her eyes was gone now and they were filled with shame and apologies that he didn't want to hear. He knew she was sorry, he knew that she didn't mean it, just as much as he knew that she had no control over the fact that a demon had infected her with his blood. He didn't care.

"Alex…I love you," he said making her blink in surprise. "More than I have ever loved any woman. I don't care about the demon blood and I don't care that you died. I'm just happy your alive and I want you to be mine forever…."

She didnt speak for a long moment. "Dean...I am yours..."

"No I mean officially," he replied shaking his head.

She hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me..."

She blinked up at him in surprise, her mouth opening slightly. He felt his heart skip a beat for the few seconds that he didn't get a response and then she was up on her own elbows, kissing him deeply. When she pulled her mouth from his, he saw tears rolling down her face.

"Yes, Dean," she said softly, pressing her forehead against his. "I will marry you."