Chapter 11 –

'So…' Dean cleared his throat, which had suddenly gone dry. 'As, I was saying, we should work on your aim first.'

Ale just nodded. She didn't know what else to do. She was stood facing the door, a knife still clutched in her right hand.

Dean was still carrying all the knives he had gathered up from the floor near the door. He placed them all on the small wooden table, and pulled the table, parking it beside her left side. He took a knife himself and then stood on the other side of her. 'Erm…well, this is how you are meant to hold the knife and aim with it.' He looked at her. She had her eyes fixed to his hands. She tried to replicate the way he was holding his knife. 'Right, try to throw it at that point there. Don't apply too much pressure on your arms.' He told her pointing at a dark stain in the upper part of the door.

Ale tried her best to maintain a firm grip on the knife until she aimed and let go. The knife scrapped against the wood and landed on the floor with a *clang*. 'I am never gonna be good at hunting. I should just quit.' She said in a small voice and sighed.

Dean saw the look of defeat on her face and something stirred in him. He didn't like that look on her. She usually always portrayed herself as a tough, kick-ass, angry chick. But lately she had a defeated air about her. He really wanted to comfort her. Tell her that everyone started off like that. That he was himself good only because of a lifetime of practise and experience. 'I'll show you how to do it. You'll be really good in no time.' He assured her.

Ale sighed again in resignation. Yeah, whatever. Dean moved closer to her. Before she realised it, he was standing behind her, their bodies touching. She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling her heart rate quicken. He ran his hand down her arm gently, lifting it at the elbow. Looking over her shoulder, he replaced the knife she was holding in her hand with another. Taking hold of her hand, he whispered in her ear, 'Relax. Loosen up. You're too tense.' She was about to pull away from him when he added, 'I missed you so much, Ale.' He used his free hand to move her hair away from the back of her neck. She bit her lip trying to stop herself from moaning at the feel of his lips on her neck as he started to kiss her. Tears started to fall from her eyes. She moved away from him. 'Ale, why don't you tell me what's wrong? What's eating you?' He moved to grab hold of her.

'No, Dean. I'm fine.' Ale wiped at her tears.

'No, you're not fine. Ale, I need to know. I can't take this anymore. I can't live like this.' Dean admitted hoarsely. His emotions were threatening to spill over. He felt like a broken man.

'Dean, just leave it. It's nothing to do with you. Why do you care anyway?' Ale just shouted at him, letting out her pent up anger. She couldn't take this anymore. Heaven can go and find someone else. I'm done with love. 'Just get lost, okay. Why don't you go to a bar, get drunk and laid until Sam comes back. I can't even be in the same space as you.'

Dean suddenly remembered the day Cas had took her away. The feelings he had felt. The uneasiness he had felt at the way she had looked at him when he had got back to the motel room. She had looked at him as if she knew what he had been doing whilst she wasn't there. That's when realisation hit him. 'I do care. You can't imagine how much I care. It didn't mean anything. I don't want any other girl. I want you.' He grabbed her in his arms and held her tightly not letting go as she struggled against him a few times before going limp. 'I got so scared when Cas took you away. I thought he wasn't going to bring you back. I didn't want to feel anymore. That's why I went to the bar. I wanted to pretend I didn't care about you. I wanted to pretend you didn't mean anything to me. It was a mistake…she was a mistake.' He told her honestly.

'You don't have to explain anything to me. It's none of my business.' Ale said, looking at the floor. She tried to concentrate on trying to get herself away from him. But it was next to impossible to think properly, being pressed up to his body with his strong arms firmly wrapped around her like that.

Dean panicked when she finally pulled out of his hold and made a dash for the door, 'You can't leave me. Everyone leaves me. Please, don't leave me.' Dean sank to the floor. 'I love you, Ale.' He admitted softly.

Ale was at the door, holding the doorknob, ready to leave when she had heard his broken plea. She stopped and turned around. He was sat on the floor legs stretched in front of him, leaning against the side of the bed closest to the door. His head was lowered, his shoulders hunched and tears were staining his face. He looked like a hurt little boy who had lost all hope.

Ale's heart melted at the sight. She walked over to him. Sitting next to him, she turned so she was facing him instead of facing the wall in front like he was. 'Cas lied to you. I don't need your protection. That isn't the reason why I was brought here. Well, as far as I know anyway.' She saw him react to this revelation. He fixed his intense gaze on her.

She sighed, looking at her hands she nervously started playing with her nails. 'I believed in all things supernatural. I believed in God. My faith in him got me through my parents' death. Every night since my parents' left me for the better place.' She looked heavenwards, hoping they were watching over her. 'I have prayed. I had nobody who loved me for who I was. My parents were dead and they had been the only ones who had loved me for me. I didn't like my life. I wasn't happy. I wanted to know my life's purpose. I believed if I asked God enough times then he'd get sick of me and do something so that my life was different.'

She swallowed, and tried to calm her nerves before adding, 'I am here because since the tv show started five yrs ago I have been in love with everything about the character Dean Winchester with the exception of the womanising. Obviously I didn't know he was real. For five yrs, despite getting asked out by guys who any girl would want to go out with. I didn't date anyone, believing that no guy was as good as Dean. He was the guy I measured every guy by. I wanted true love, not a boyfriend who wanted to use me.'

Dean moved closer to her and pulled her in his arms so that her head was resting on his chest. 'Castiel got me out of my universe without my permission. I was praying when I passed out. I woke up in a weird all-white room alone. Then Cas appeared out of thin air claiming to be an angel. I thought someone had pulled a prank on me calling real actors to freak me out. He proved he was an angel by using some of his angel mojo. He told me about this world and that I was needed here. It didn't take him long to convince me to come here especially when he mentioned you're in danger and my love could only protect you. I didn't have anything worth going back to in my universe anyway.' Ale finished, not wanting to divulge any more details about the sorry existence she thought she had led in her universe.

'So, what you're saying is you are here for my protection because you're love binds the protection?' Dean asked confused. Feeling a little better, now that he knew she loved him.

'Yes.' Ale answered keeping her face in his chest, hidden from him.

'You told us that the tv show had many female fans the world over. Then why were you chosen? There must be some reason.' Dean wanted answers. He couldn't believe Cas had lied to them. 'Why did Cas lie?'

'It would've affected the protection my love has on you if you had found out about it without feeling anything for me. And you would've probably ran away thinking I would want you to love me back.' Ale shrugged.

'You don't want me to love you back?' He asked amused.

'You can love whoever you want. My love is and was always unconditional. The first time I saw the character Dean was when I was 20 yrs old. I was pure, untainted. Cas said they couldn't find anyone who loved God and you both who was pure enough for them. I don't know how they worked out that I was so pure because I have done a lot of bad things in life. Believe me, I ain't no saint. Heaven probably believes I am pure because I haven't allowed anyone to touch me because of I was waiting for true love.' She looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to get the implication of what she had said.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed an 'o' as he looked at her shocked. Then his face broke into a beautiful smile. He stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb, moving closer to her. Ale shut her eyes, letting the feelings of love wash over her as Dean tenderly kissed her on her mouth. She moved so she was straddling his lap. She returned his kiss with the love she felt for him. But she wanted more. She broke their kiss and started to kiss and suck on his neck. His head fell back giving her better access and he moaned low in his throat. The sounds he was making nearly drove her crazy with want. How can a guy sound like that. He sounds better in real life, but that was an actor anyway not the real Dean.

Ale pulled at his shirt making it crystal clear what she wanted. But Dean gave her a long passionate kiss on her mouth and then straightened up with her still straddling his lap. 'Dean, I want…' She protested breathless, not finishing her request. She was blushing.

Dean smiled at her. He found it cute that she was shy. Wrapping her in his arms he said, 'I know I want it too. But not here. Not like this. I want it to be special. I want to take my time showing you how much I love you.' He saw her blush harder if that was even possible.

Ale got off his lap. A part of her was disappointed that she would have to wait to be properly loved by Dean but the other part of her loved him more for not treating her like any other girl.

'Come on, let's practise knife throwing.' Dean said, hoping thinking about hunting techniques might calm his raging hormones before Sam came back.

They both got up off the floor and took their positions. For the next hour she practised her aiming and knife-throwing with him. With help from Dean, she finally understood how to aim and throw a knife to hit a target rather than scratch a target.

When Sam got back, Dean and Ale were both sat on Dean's bed watching tele. Dean had his arm around her shoulders and Ale was leaning against him with her head resting on his chest. Sam was glad that they had finally worked things out. Sam noticed his brother couldn't seem to take his eyes off her, and Ale seemed to be aware of this attention because she couldn't stop blushing. At the dinner table, she punched Dean in the shoulder a few times telling him to stop staring at her whilst she was eating. It was endearing to watch them both bickering.

Dean and Ale went to bed together. Dean immediately wrapped her in his arms and buried his nose in her hair, shutting his eyes. For the first time in his life he thanked God, and prayed. He asked god to protect his love. He couldn't live without her. He prayed his love was strong enough to act as a protection for her, the same way her love formed his protection. He fell asleep easily that night because he had Ale with him, his true love.

In heaven, all the angels were throwing a party. They were all celebrating the fact that Dean and Ale had admitted their love for each other.

'If only father had allowed me to interfere. They would have done the deed.' Selusa moaned. She was the angel who was in charge of sexual chemistry and other physical acts.

'Sel, you know you are not supposed to interfere in the course of pure love. Otherwise, you wouldn't be any better than Lust.' Raphael, the true romantic pointed out. How he hated Lust. Just the thought of Lust made him angry.

'How dare you compare me to that evil bitch? Rapha, I hate you. Don't ever speak to me.' Selusa was about to leave him and go over to another angel, when Raphael started reciting Selusa's favourite poem. It was a poem about a brother and sister.

'I am sorry Sel. You know that isn't what I meant. I love you. And I would be sad if you never spoke to me. After all, I am your big brother.' Raphael reminded her.

'Yeah, whatever.' Selusa replied, leaving him standing alone sipping his wine.

'What's wrong with Sel?' Cas came up to Raphael, looking flushed.

'Nothing. Her usual whine. She wanted to interfere with your charges.' Raphael shrugged.

'Did she?' Cas was horrified.

'No, father wouldn't let her. It's pure love, she can't interfere. Why are you so red? What happened?' Raphael asked his little brother, amused.

'All the mother angels thought I did a good job with my charges and told me to keep it up.' Cas looked away uncomfortably.

'And that made you red, how?' Raphael mused.

'They were hugging and kissing me, dishing out their maternal love towards me.' Cas answered embarrassed.

Raphael started to laugh. 'Everyone does seem to want to cuddle up to our golden boy.'

Cas rolled his eyes at the nickname. He left the party and went to a quiet corner to watch his charges. He smiled to see them awake in the middle of night, whispering to each other in the dark. He was about to listen in to what they were saying when a young angel named lizel, came running towards Cas, shouting in full voice. The kid angel quickly bowed in respect, 'Castiel, Gabriel and Michael need to see you now. It's about the apocalypse. Something is wrong by the sound of it.'

Cas took one last look at his charges. He tried not to worry as he went to find the angels who had asked for him.