A/N – OK I know I've been promising, and here it is. Hope I managed to keep it a little real at least, not some hyped up idea of sex with the almighty Dean Winchester. LOL You gotta remember, things settle down for these guys (I'm not generally a massive smut writer), but initially... 6 years waiting people! Sheesh! I've been really hesitant putting it up, this has been getting written over a few weeks now...

Anyway, super sexy Dean time to be found here. Don't read if you aren't into it ;)


I see that sexy look in your eyes
And I know we ain't friends anymore
If we walk down this road
We'll be lovers for sure
So tonight kiss me like it's do or die
And take me to the other side


ROUTE 666 - THE OTHER SIDE


Gas Station
Nowhere in particular
3 years ago (give or take)

It'd been eight weeks since Kittanning, and I was well on the way to being mended. My side still ached a bit where I'd been pierced by a pole flying out a second storey window, courtesy of a pissed off poltergeist, my shoulder was almost good as new, and I was … well happy, for a change. I looked up from what I was doing to gaze with a smile at Dean, he had his phone to his ear, listening intently to his voicemail. I had spread the map out on the hood of the Impala while we were waiting to get a fill-up. I traced a couple of routes along the map, pleased with myself. Footsteps approached and I looked up with a smile.

"OK. I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought." I said, earning a smile from John.

"Great." He nodded, passing me my coffee which I took gratefully and had a sip. He looked over the map, nodding approval.

"Yeah," Dean said, finishing up his phone call. "Problem is, we can't go to Pennsylvania." He looked troubled and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Give me a good reason why I'm just going to change our plans, Dean." John said, looking over at his son. Dean fidgeted, looking a little unsure of himself.

"Well, I just got a call from a friend. Her father was killed last night, think it might be our kind of thing." He said, shrugging.

"What?" John asked, looking surprised. "Since when are you telling your friends about our line of work?"

Dean shrugged and I looked at him thoughtfully – but he didn't give John an answer.

"Who called?" I asked, crossing my arms. Dean looked sheepish.

"Cassie." He said, looking over at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Cassie. As in Cassie, from Ohio, Cassie?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, that's the one." Dean said, looking at me.

I shrugged, trying to seem all nonchalant about the call, but deep down, that little teenage girl of me was seeing green. John stared at the pair of us, his thoughts not exactly falling from his mouth. Frowning, he looked over at Dean. "When did you meet this Cassie?"

"We hung out with her for a bit, when we were in Ohio doing that job, last Summer." He said, gesturing to me. "Remember, you had to take off for a week to clear out that poltergeist and you left us – it was just the three of us, me, Beth and Sam?"

John nodded, not saying much. He looked over at me. "Well, what do you think Bethie, you're the navigator. Pennsylvania or Ohio?"

I looked at Dean and he shifted uncomfortably. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach and fought it down, I could be professional about this, sure, why not? It's not like he was with her now, he was with me. Besides, the way I remembered it, things didn't exactly end well for Dean and Cassie when we'd had to leave town – they'd had a massive fight, she hadn't spoken to him since. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all. Plus, there was that little added thing about not really being all that keen on Pennsylvania at the moment.

"Missouri." I said, remembering that was where she was from, she'd just been going to college in Ohio. "I'm pretty sure she never would have called if she didn't need us." I said quietly.

"Missouri it is then." John nodded, climbing into the car. He looked out the window at his son with a stern gaze. "We need to have a talk about who else you've been running your mouth off to about the job." I grimaced and threw Dean a sympathetic look. At the same time I was confused, it wasn't like Dean to tell just anyone about what we do.


Cape Girardeau
Missouri

Dean caught my arm as John headed toward the house, John glanced at us but kept on walking with a shake of his head.

"Hey," Dean said. "So are you ok with this?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, yeah sure why wouldn't I be?" I asked, looking at him casually.

"Well, I just don't want you to get the wrong idea..." Dean said, trailing off.

"Look, Dean... I'm not blind. I was there remember? I remember how much you liked her." I said, wishing I really hadn't said that as soon as it left my mouth.

"See, that... that right there. That's what I'm talking about!" He said, frowning at me. I glared and crossed my arms. He took my arms in his hands and turned me to face him, hazel eyes meeting my own deep brown orbs.

"You're not going to go all jealous girlfriend on me are you?" He asked, worried.

I sighed, looking up at him. I couldn't believe how much my heart overspilled with love for this man, and here I was acting like a jealous teenager. I bit my lip and he smiled. But I felt a little apprehensive, this relationship, thing, we were doing. It was still really new, and we hadn't ironed out all the creases yet.

"Don't give me a reason be jealous, and I guess I won't have to." I said, and he grinned, leaning in to kiss me softly at first, then pressing against me just a little harder.

"Hey." He said, looking at me seriously. "Those days were done the second you flew out that window." I snickered, earning me a raised eyebrow.

"Geez, the things I had to do to get your attention." I said, giving him a haughty look.

"You always had my attention, I was just an ass." He said, looking at me in earnest. I smiled, and pulled away.

"Come on, we've got a job to do." Walking fast toward the house, John was waiting, uncharacteristically patient, for us on the porch.


I recognised the woman as soon as she opened the door. Everything about her just seemed so... chocolatey. If that was a word. Milk chocolate skin, with long curly chocolate brown hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back, deep brown eyes to top it off. She had topped off the whole chocolate look with a smart brown pants suit, cream coloured camisole peaking out from under her jacket. Dark red lipstick was the only variation... like a cherry on top I thought to myself, shaking my head.

"Dean..." Cassie said staring at him, a mix of emotions crossing her face.

"Hey, Cassie." Dean said with a smile. I cleared my throat, rolling my eyes a little at Dean.

"You remember Beth?" He said without missing a beat. Cassie turned to smile at me, nodding.

"Of course." She genuinely was a nice person, and her smile showed that she was happy to see us all. "How are you Beth? It's lovely to see you again."

"Good to see you too Cassie." I nodded, smiling.

"Sorry about your dad." Dean said quietly.

"Yeah, me too." Cassie said sadly.

"So uh, this is our dad, John Winchester." I said, and he stepped forward to shake her hand.

"Pleasure." John said. "Dean's told me absolutely nothing about you." He smirked.

Dean shot him a deadly look, and shook his head.

"Oh." Cassie said, her face falling, not sure how to answer. "Please, why don't you come in, I'll fill you in on what happened to my Dad."

Cassie brought in a tray of tea and some cups and started pouring drinks.

"My mother's in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened, she was worried about Dad." Cassie said, setting the tray down.

"Why?" John asked, taking the lead with the questioning.

Cassie started to pour tea into the cups. "He was scared. He was seeing things."

"Like what?" John asked.

"He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him." She said.

"A truck? Who was the driver?" I asked, accepting a cup from her and letting the warmth of the liquid inside seep into my cold hands. She passed a cup to John before answering.

"He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And in the accident, Dad's car was dented like it had been slammed into by something big." She said, looking at us. She handed Dean a cup of tea, he was looking intently at her.

"Thanks." He said. "Now you're sure this dent wasn't there before?" He asked. I almost laughed when I saw Dean looking at the cup of tea like it was from a some other world, and quickly put it on the side table next to him. Dean didn't do tea.

"He sold cars" Cassie said, shaking her head. "Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night, there was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad's car... leading right to the edge, where he went over."

Cassie paused, tears in her eyes. She bowed her head, fighting to get her emotions under control before looking up again at John.

"One set of tracks. His." She finished.

"The first to die was a friend of your fathers?" John asked, nodding.

"Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together." She shook her head disbelievingly. "Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He 'lost control of his car.'"

"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No."

"And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?" John asked, contemplative.

"When you say it aloud like that... listen, I'm a little sceptical about this... ghost stuff... or whatever it is you guys are into." She said, looking over a Dean. John turned to stare at Dean, silent. I scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Dean.

Dean huffed. "Sceptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts."

"That was then." Cassie said, looking at him, her eyes lingering on him just a little longer than needed. "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So I called you."

A door opened and a middle-aged woman entered the room. "Mom!" Cassie called out, getting up to meet the woman who entered the room. We all rose to our feet. Cassie stood up to take her mother's arm.

"Where have you been? I was so..." Cassie was interrupted by her mom, looking at us all.

"I had no idea you'd invited friends over." The woman said. She was dressed in a long tan coat over pants. Her dyed red hair fell to her shoulders and she looked pale, grieving. She looked flustered.

"Mom, this is Dean, a … friend of mine... from college. And his father John, sister Beth." Cassie introduced us.

"Well I won't interrupt you." Mrs Robinson said, moving to leave the room.

John looked at her. "Mrs Robinson. We're sorry for your loss. We'd like to talk to you for a minute if you don't mind?"

She looked at him, slightly affronted. "I'm really not up for that right now." As she left the room, we all looked at each other, shrugging.


Motel Room
Next Day

It was early, too early, and yet we were all awake. I was slouched on the bed watching an infomercial in my pyjamas. Somehow the demonstration on screen seemed to ease my mind from the case we were working – ok well it wasn't the case exactly that I'd been obsessing over. John was flipping through some files he'd gotten at the library, looking bored. He looked over, seeing my frown, and got up to walk over and sit on the bed with me.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked, I looked over at him, and laid my head against his shoulder.

"Nah." I said. I didn't really know what to say, even if I did feel comfortable talking to John about my feelings. Which I didn't very often. Winchesters don't do emotions, I told myself. It's just not us, and for the last six years, I'd been a Winchester at heart.

"Well ok." He said, kissing me on the forehead in a fatherly fashion, one that he never, ever showed the boys.

Dean walked into the room at that moment, shrugging when he saw us on the bed watching TV. He'd been for a run, he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and looked flushed and out of breath.

"Hey." He said, nodding at us, crossing to the bathroom and pulling off his hoodie and t-shirt, tossing them on the ground. "It's freezing out there!" He complained, going into the bathroom to turn the water on in the shower, letting it run to get hot.

John sat up, patting me on the knee. "I'm gonna get my own room for the rest of the time we're here. Give you pair a little space to talk." He said quietly to me. I raised my eyebrow at him, this was the first time, ever, that he'd said that. First time in particular since the night he'd given Dean and me his blessing.

"I doubt that's necessary." I sighed, sinking back into my pillow, eyes peeled to the television. "Not like Dean's got much to say about anything."

John chuckled, shaking his head. "You'd be surprised what he might have to say without the old man around." His eyes held a twinkle and he winked. "Besides, maybe I need a break from the pair of you." This last comment was offered with a smile, so I knew he was trying to be light hearted about it. He grabbed his bag, and headed for the door, my mouth hanging open a little.

He paused at the door, hand resting on the handle. "Don't read more into things than what is really there, Beth. I taught you better than that." I nodded, thinking this comment over. "I'll be back in an hour, we'll go down to that diner we passed and grab some breakfast." I nodded again and he left.

Fifteen minutes later Dean came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, another towel over his head as he rubbed furiously to get his hair dry. Seeing it was just me in the room, he stopped, interested.

"Where'd Dad go?" He asked, looking around.

I raised my eyebrow, giving him an appraising look. "To get his own room."

"Huh? Really?" He said, a smile twitching at his mouth.

"Yep." I said, rolling on to my stomach. "Apparently he needs a break from us."

Dean snorted. "Well that's a new one." He said, I just smiled.

"Yeah, well, he'll be back in about 45 minutes to get us for breakfast." I informed him.

"Oh really?" Dean smiled, throwing his hair towel on the floor of the bathroom behind him.

"Mmhmmm." I said, coming up to kneel on the bed. He grinned and came over to brush his hand along my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into the touch with a sigh.

"Gives me at least thirty minutes to kiss you silly then." He grinned, lifting my face to meet his soft lips in a slightly aggressive kiss. He ran a hand down my neck, gently rubbing his thumb along my collarbone while he deepened the kiss with a hungry moan. Leaning forward he caught me around my waist, guiding me back on to the bed, falling into me.

I moaned, running my hands up over his bare chest, over his shoulders and down his back, pulling him tighter against me, kissing him with a deeply renewed fervour. He brushed the hair back from face, pulling back to look at me, a smile in his eyes.

"How's the shoulder?" He asked, touching gently where it had been dislocated, then bringing his lips down to kiss along it.

"Better." I said softly, he smiled, leaning back a little to run his eyes down my body. His hand brushed under the t-shirt I was wearing, I gasped a little as he traced over the wound that was still fresh and raw in my side. He looked concerned, slipping back to pull my t-shirt up so he could inspect it. Soft lips soon met the pink skin where it was almost healed. "And this?" He asked, huskily.

"Tender." I whispered, not trusting my voice. He nodded at me knowingly, laying another soft kiss against it. It didn't hurt so much any more, but it was still sore at times.

"I'll be careful." He promised as he came back up, lying on the other side so as to not accidentally roll into the wound. His hand snaked around behind my back, pulling me into him, and I was suddenly very aware that there was only a towel wrapped around his waist, and my pyjama shorts now separating us.

His hungry look showed me that he was realising the same thing. Firm hands tugged at my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head, to be quickly discarded. Kisses were planted along my breasts, just above where my sports bra covered, I took a moment to savour it, running my hands along his shoulders, gasping a little before grinning at him.

I flipped him over, hovering over his bare chest, looking into his eyes with my growing need before kissing him again. We'd done a lot of kissing over the last eight weeks, we had it down to a fine art. His breathing had quickened, and I pulled him into a seated position, holding his jaw as I kissed him.

I slid my legs either side of his lap, straddling him. His towel had fallen away, revealing his arousal, and I gently ground against it, nothing but the thin silk fabric of my shorts between us. He groaned, feeling me so close, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving myself slowly against him. He slipped a finger into my shorts to rub against my centre, I felt the electric thrill of his touch as it sent shudders through my body, moaning.

He rocked against me a few times and then rolled me on to my back, coming in to press himself firmly between my legs, grinding against that fabric. My breath caught and I looked at him with heated desire, his face hovering just inches above mine, watching me as I looked at him. I hooked one of my legs around his and raised myself up to grind against him, teasing. He growled hungrily and kissed me again, urgent, hot and breathless.

I felt his hand slide down between us again, slipping inside my shorts as he thrust softly against me, his mouth falling to my neck as he sucked on the skin, causing me to arch against him with a whimper, we were falling into a rhythm, mind only on the moment, when suddenly the ridiculous ringtone of Dean's went off next to the bed. We froze to the sounds of Eye of the Tiger.

Dean looked at the phone, frowning, then looked back down at me. "Gah... no." He groaned. "Why now?" He asked. I sank back against the mattress with a sigh.

It went to voicemail, and he grinned, coming back to kiss me with a growing hunger. I kissed him back, falling back into our rhythm, just to have the phone ring again. I let out a frustrated groan and pushed him off me.

"You better get it." I said, and he sighed, but didn't argue. He rolled over to the side of the bed and grabbed the phone, flipping it open.

"Yeah?" He said, frustrated.

There was a pause as he listened to the other end.

"Yeah, yeah... ok. Calm down. We'll be right there." Dean said, hanging up.

I looked at him, he was sitting up on the edge of the bed now, getting some underwear from his bag and pulling it on. He turned to kiss me again, eyes filled with disappointment.

"I'm sorry," he said. "We gotta get Dad and go."

"What's happened?" I asked, sitting up and grabbing my own change of clothes out of my bag on the other side of the bed.

"That was Cassie... someone else has been killed." He said, pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt.

I followed suit, pulling on blue jeans, a red turtleneck and black leather jacket. I hung my rosary out so I could touch it as I walked around the room, brushing my hair up into a ponytail. Dean shrugged into his brown leather jacket and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I sighed and leaned back into him.

"We'll get there." He promised. "I'd rather have more time with you anyway." He said, kissing the side of my neck. I smiled. Someone knocked at the door in that moment, and I realised our 45 minutes was up anyway, John had come to collect us for breakfast. Unfortunately, we were going to have to miss that in lieu of the latest killing.


Latest Crash Scene

We saw Cassie as soon as we arrived. She was talking with an older man, he had brown hair speckled with grey, and kind brown eyes circled by wrinkles that showed his age. Cassie didn't look happy.

"How 'bout closing this section of road for starters?" Cassie was saying to him, as we approached.

"Close the main road. The only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen Cassie, and that's what they are. Accidents." The man replied.

John stepped forward, looking thoughtful. "Did the police check for additional dinting on Jimmy's car, see if it was pushed?" He asked.

"Who's this?" The man asked Cassie.

"John, Dean and Beth Winchester. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd." Cassie said to introduce us all.

The mayor looked over at us appraisingly. "There's one set of tire tracks. One... doesn't point to foul play."

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about..."

"Indifferent!" The mayor exclaimed.

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asked with a tenacity that belied her 23 years of age.

There was an awkward silence as the mayor and Cassie stared at each other.

"You suggesting I'm racist Cassie?" He looked surprised. "I'm the last person you should talk to like that." He said.

"And why is that?" She asked.

"Why don't you ask your mother." He said, walking away and leaving us standing in the field.

Cassie sighed and led us down to the scene of the latest crash. I lingered behind and sat on the hood of one of the emergency vehicles, watching from a distance. There were enough people, they didn't need me.

I paid attention to how Dean and Cassie walked together, she made a lot of excuses to touch him, reaching for his arm and getting him to help her through the mud at times. Not in character with her usual independent appearance. I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets, fighting off that little green monster. I thought back to us this morning and smiled, looking over at Dean.

He glanced up at me with a curious look, raising his eyebrow. I shrugged at him, and smiled, indicating that I was bored and my mind was elsewhere. He rolled his eyes and then turned to address something John was saying to him, all business again.


Motel Room

I pulled on a white button down blouse, doing it up and then picked up my suit jacket, pulling it on.

"I'll say this for her, she's fearless." I said about Cassie, looking in the mirror and pulling a brush through my hair. I thought back to how she'd spoken to the Mayor and shook my head.

Dean was standing at an identical mirror, dressed in a suit and fixing his tie. "Mm-hmm." He replied. Dean fiddled with the tie a little longer and then threw his hands up in the air.

I chuckled, and moved behind him – I couldn't knot ties from the front. I reached over his shoulders, taking the ends from him, looping them around each other and tying the knot with nimble fingers. He tightened it and positioned it comfortably with a smile. "I bet she kicked your ass a couple of times." I teased, looking at his eyes in the mirror. He smirked and said nothing.

"What is interesting... is you guys never really look at each other at the same time." I said, pulling away and leaning against the counter.

"Oh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away... it's just uh.. an interesting observation in a... you know... observationally interesting way." I said casually, pushing him just a little.

"You think we might have more pressing issues here Beth?" Dean asked, frowning at me.

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve..." I said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes.

"Seems to me, it's your nerve that's being hit." He said, pausing in front of me to stare into my eyes. He kissed me softly.

"Cut it out, or I'm gonna dye your hair green when you're sleeping." He quipped, grinning, but a seriousness underlined his humour. I smiled.

"Let's go." He said, putting on his jacket and holding out his hand.


Docks

John had sent us out on our own to do some investigating. He'd been doing that a little bit more lately. Dean took it with a healthy dose of scepticism, thinking were being tested. Personally I was starting to think we just annoyed him at times when we were fighting.

We approached two older men having lunch, they were at a table and had spread some fish and chips and assorted food over a newspaper table cloth. There was a game of checkers between them and they seemed quite absorbed in it.

"Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins?" I asked of the older balding man. He nodded.

"You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?" Dean asked of him.

"Who are you?" Ron questioned.

"We're Mr Anderson's insurance company. We're just here to dot 'i's' and cross 't's'" Dean answered, looking official.

"We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" I asked.

"What do you mean unusual?" He asked.

"Well visions, hallucinations." I explained.

"It's part of a medical examination kind of thing. All very standard." Dean said.

"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asked.

"All National Mutual." Dean said, not missing a beat. "Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? A big black truck?" I noticed this caught the attention of the man with him, his eyes shooting up when Dean mentioned it.

"What the hell you talking about? You even speaking English?" Ron asked frowning.

"Son, this truck, a big scary monster thing?" Ron's friend asked, looking at us.

"Yeah actually, I think so." Dean answered.

"Hmm." Said the friend, nodding to himself, hand on his hip.

"What?" Dean pressed.

"I have heard of a truck like that." He said, looking up at us.

"You have? Where?" I asked, curious.

"Not where. When." Said the man. "Back in the '60's there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck."

Dean and I exchanged looks.

"They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asked.

"Never found him. Hell, not sure they even really looked. See there was a time, this town wasn't too friendly to all it's citizens." Came the answer. Stubbins exchanged a knowing look with his dark skinned friend and they nodded to each other, going back to their game.

"Thank you." I smiled.

We made our way back to the Impala.

"Truck." Dean said, thoughtfully.

"Keeps coming up doesn't it?" I asked.

"You know, I was thinking. You heard of the flying dutchman?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, a ghost ship, infused with the Captain's evil spirit. It was basically a part of him." I answered. Dean nodded.

"So what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck, an extension of some bastard's ghost, re-enacting past crimes." Dean said.

"The victims have all been black men." I pointed out.

"I think it's more than that. They all seemed connected to Cassie and her family." He said.

"All right. Well, you work that angle, go talk to her." I said, not believing I had just said that.

"Yeah. OK. Where are you going?" He asked.

"I figured I'd just go fill in John on our findings." I said. "Oh, and while you're there, you might want to mention that other thing." I said, looking at him.

"What other thing?" He asked.

"The serious, unfinished business?" I said, and he looked at me remaining silent.

I smirked. "Dean, what is going on between the two of you?"

Dean shifted uncomfortably. "All right, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said."

"Oh, OK." I said, tilting my head to the side.

"OK. A lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret, about what we do. And I shouldn't have." Dean confessed with a sigh.

I fell silent, thinking about that. It had been a really rough time last Summer. Sam was getting ready to leave us for college, Dean and I were feeling more than we were supposed to feel for each other – more than we were allowed by John. We'd had to wait out a couple of weeks John was gone just kicking back and enjoying the time off, but it had been anything but a good time – all we'd done was argue, and Dean had spent most of it off on his own.

Dean and I had gotten in yet another fight and he'd disappeared for days. We later found out he'd been spending time with Cassie. It had hurt, because I had been entertaining this idea of loving him, and seeing him with her, that had just been the final nail in the coffin. I'd pushed him away, falling into a quiet sadness because soon Sam would be gone too, and I'd have no one to confide in, to comfort me.

"Well we all have to open up to someone, sometime." I said quietly.

"Yeah. Well it was stupid to get that close. I mean, look at how it turned out." He said.

I stared at him.

"What?" He asked, looking uncomfortable.

"You loved her." I said softly.

He threw his hands in the air with a frustrated groan. "Oh god!"

I thought about it, and shook my head at him. "You were in love with her, but you dumped her." I said.

Dean looked at the ground, shaking his head. He came around the car to take the left side of my face in his right palm, looking me in the eyes.

"I was in love, but not with her." He said softly. "And she dumped me."

I swallowed, blinking. "Now cut it out." He warned with a raised eyebrow.


Cassie's House

John was strangely absent from the case. He'd holed up in his motel room, and was just giving us orders from there. We didn't really mind, it was refreshing to be investigating without him having to be there. But I was missing the strong, silent presence of him around, he tended to make the awkward silences just... silence instead.

Dean pulled the Impala up in front of Cassie's mother's house and shut the engine off.
"Ready?" He asked, opening the door.

"You should go in by yourself." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"She might open up to you if it's just the two of you." I said honestly.

He thought about this for a moment, and then nodded.

"OK, yeah, you could be right. Especially if she's hiding something." He agreed.

"I'm gonna ring Dad and fill him in on the truck theory." I said, opening my cellphone. Dean nodded, pausing to look at me before getting out.

He'd been gone an hour when I started to get impatient. I got out of the car, stretching a little to loosen up my back. I fought with my inner green demon against going after him, but I lost.

I crept up the stairs to the wrap-around porch, wandering along until I came to the study. There was a bit of a warm breeze this afternoon, and Cassie had the french door that led onto the porch open. Another set of steps led down to the garden, positioned in front of the french doors. I sat down on the steps, out of sight, where I could still hear the conversation going on inside.

"I forgot you do that." I heard Cassie say from inside.

"Do what?" Dean asked.

"Oh, whenever we get, what's the word... close? Anywhere in the neighbourhood of emotional vulnerability you back off. Or make some joke. Or find any way to shut the door on me." Cassie replied.

Dean laughed, but it was a hurt laugh. "Oh that's hilarious. See, I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me."

"OK Wait a minute." Cassie said.

"And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it." Dean said. I frowned.

"We done with this metaphor?" She asked.

"All I'm saying is I was totally upfront with you back then, and you nailed me for it." Dean said.

"All I could think was if you want out fine, but don't tell me this insane story." Cassie said, referring to how Dean had confessed our lifestyle to her, about the hunting..

Dean raised his voice. "It was the truth Cassie, and I notice it didn't sound insane the minute you thought I could help you." He said loudly.

"I thought you just wanted to dump me." She said.

"Whoa! Now let's not forget who dumped who, ok?" Dean said.

"I thought it was what you wanted." She said.

"Why would you say that?" Dean asked.

"You were clearly hung up on someone else Dean. I could see it, anyone could have seen it Dean! Anyone except you. It was easier to walk away than to compete with that." She said. I frowned, starting to feel uncomfortable sitting here and listening to the conversation.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." Dean said.

"Well, you did." She said, sniffing back tears.

"I'm sorry." Dean apologised.

"Yeah, me too." She said.

Silence. Then there was a sound of someone moaning, Cassie. I looked up into the room and saw them kissing. I was stunned, could have picked my jaw up off the ground. I felt like I'd just been played for the biggest fool. I slipped away into the garden as fast as I could, returning to the Impala.

It was only a few moments later that Dean was hurrying down the stairs, looking flustered. My phone rang as he got to the car, I answered it. It was John. "Hi Dad." I said quietly. "Yeah? You're kidding?" In addition to Jimmy's death in the morning, this afternoon had seen the Mayor found dead at his new property.

"What's up?" Dean asked when I got off the phone.

"What isn't." I mumbled, earning a confused look from him.

"What did Dad want?" He asked.

"The mayor is dead." I said, he gaped. "He wants us to meet him up at the mayor's property."

We rode in silence, when I saw John standing over by the body I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, getting out and practically running over to him.

It was snowing, and I pulled my jacket around me a little tighter to keep warm.

John saw me coming, and nodded to the policeman with him. "She's with me."

I smiled. Dean was walking behind me at a slower pace, a puzzled look on his face.

"You guys worked things out yet?" John asked, nodding at Dean. I sighed as if to say no.

"What do you think..." I trailed off.

He grimaced and turned as Dean caught up to us.

"So what happened?" Dean asked.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over." John said.

"Something like a truck?" I asked, looking up.

"Yep." John said.

"Tracks?" Dean asked.

"Nope." John replied.

"What was the mayor doing here anyway?" I asked, looking around.

"He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks back." John replied.

"But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern." Dean said.

"Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." John said.


Newspaper Office

John had sent me with Dean and Cassie to the newspaper office where she worked. I wasn't happy about it but orders were orders. I pulled back inside myself a little, just letting myself mull over what I'd seen earlier. I was waiting for Dean to mention something, this whole trust thing playing in the back of my mind. He'd been silent on it, focused on the job.

Cassie brought three mugs of tea into the room and passed them around. She seemed a little jittery, I smirked, well at least I knew why.

Dean looked up and put his mug on the table next to him, he was sitting at her computer, looking through newspaper articles that had been scanned in. "So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper."

Cassie huffed. "Not surprising. Probably minimal police work too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." She said.

My phone rang and I answered it. John. I listened on the other end, relaying what he was saying to Dean and Cassie.

"OK, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like 150 years."

"Dorian?" Dean asked, frowning. I nodded at him.

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" Dean asked, looking at Cassie.

She nodded. "Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town."

"Right, right." Dean said, clicking a few links on the computer. I relayed what had been said to John over the phone.

"That's interesting." Dean said, reading.

"What?" I asked. He looked up.

"This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean said, John was silent for a minute before speaking.

"I pulled a bunch of paper up on the Dorian place. It must have been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it." John said.

"Why's that?" I asked, Dean was sending me a questioning look which I ignored.

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place." John replied.

I looked at Cassie. "Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" I asked.

She nodded. "It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page."

"Do you have a date for when he did that?" I asked John.

"3rd of last month." Came the reply, I relayed it to Dean.

He clicked on another link and read from the screen. "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day." He informed us, looking up. I felt the familiar flutter of excitement come into my stomach telling me when we were on to something


Motel

I was getting my stuff together in the motel room, my intention to go and sleep in John's room. No way was I spending any longer with Dean than I had to, not until he decided to tell me about his encounter with Cassie.

Dean was standing in the room, arms crossed, looking puzzled. I rolled my eyes.

"Uh, you going somewhere?" He asked with a frown.

"You tell me Dean." I said with a sigh, shoving a pair of black boots into my duffel, they were new and I hadn't quite worn them in yet.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"How did your little talk go with Cassie this afternoon?" I asked, turning to regard him with wary eyes, it had been hours but I was still fuming over his silence.

He threw his arms up in the air, looking up at the ceiling, letting out a deep breath. "This again? I thought we were past this?" He said coming over to me, I took a step back.

"Well, like I said, actions Dean – actions speak louder than words." He stopped and looked at me, puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" He said.

I sighed and went to get my things from the bathroom, pushing past him.

"I came up to the house to get you earlier. I saw you with Cassie." I said, leaning against the basin for a moment, wavering.

"And?" He asked.

"And you looked really, really comfortable." I answered with a shrug, turning to look at him. I blinked back tears and fought to hide the hurt I was feeling.

"Oh." Dean said.

"Yeah." I whispered, looking away.

"Did you hear what was said?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes." I said, looking at my hands.

"Then what's the problem?" He asked. I glanced up at him, frowning.

"What's the problem?!" I asked a little loudly. He looked taken aback.

"You were kissing her Dean!" I said, walking over to the bed and shoving the rest of my things in my duffel, I didn't want to look at him.

"What?" He muttered. "I thought you said you heard everything."

I hesitated, looking up at him. His phone rang, he shot it a deadly look and answered it, it was Cassie... of course, I thought ruefully as I zipped up my duffel and turned to see what she wanted now.


Cassie's Lounge

John was pouring the tea, watching silently. Cassie accepted the cup he offered her with a shaky hand. Dean was sitting next to her, looking concerned. I sighed.

"Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." Cassie smiled at John who chuckled.

John sat opposite her and leaned forward. "You didn't see who was driving the truck?" He asked.

Cassie had told us about how she'd been in the house, and the big black truck had come and menaced her, following her from room to room. It hadn't done anything more than shine it's lights in the windows, and revved it's engine at her, but it had been enough to terrify her given how everyone else had ended up once they saw this truck. I felt sorry for her, a little, this wasn't an easy thing to go through.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie replied, looking over at Dean.

"Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

John looked over at Cassie's mother who was sitting on the couch, shaking.

"Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died." John said. She didn't respond.

"Mom?" Cassie prompted.

"Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." She replied vaguely, clearly there was more to this story than was being said however.

"Well, after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked." John said, looking at her. She just stared at John, not comprehending, stubbornly refusing to talk.

"Your daughter could die!" Dean said, sitting forward, earning a stern look from John when Mrs Robinson looked startled.

"Mrs Robinson," John said gentler. "If you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it."

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck." Mrs Robinson confessed.

"Did he know who it belonged to?" John asked.

"He thought he did." She answered, nodding her head.

"Who was it?" I asked, speaking for the first time since I'd arrived, I was leaning against the back of the couch and she glanced up at me when I spoke.

"Cyrus." She said, starting to get upset. "A man named Cyrus."

John exchanged a look with Dean, and Dean reached into his bag, rummaging around. He pulled out the newspaper article we'd been looking at earlier about Dorian's disappearance.

"Is this Cyrus?" Dean asked, showing it to her.

"Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago." She said sadly.

"How do you know he died, Mrs Robinson? The paper said he went missing." John said softly, sitting next to her. "How do you know he died?"

Mrs Robinson sighed, taking a shaky breath. "We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin... in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back then." She glanced up at Cassie who was wide-eyed and listening intently.

"When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin, I don't know, he changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening." She said.

"The string of murders." John stated.

She nodded quickly. "There were rumours. People of colour disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done." She paused before continuing as if collecting her thoughts. "Martin and a... Martin and I were going to be married, in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention." John nodded.

"And Cyrus?" Dean asked, leaning forward.

Mrs Robinson started to cry. "The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practising in there. They all died!" She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Cassie moved to sit next to her mother, putting her arm around her shoulders.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" I asked softly.

"No!" She answered, sobbing. "There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin." We all glanced at each other at this comment, Cassie looked sick. "Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him..." She broke off, the unspoken words dying in her mouth. Martin had killed Cyrus.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asked, frowning. She looked at him in shock.

Mrs Robinson had settled down, she was crying but it wasn't quiet so violently. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land, and all three of them kept that secret, all of these years." She said.

"And now all three are gone." I said contemplatively.

"And so is Mayor Todd." John said. "Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?"

Mrs Robinson nodded, smiling a little. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then, investigating Cyrus' disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he... he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done."

John nodded, thinking it through.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cassie asked, looking shocked.

"I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." She said, sniffing and wiping at her eyes.

"Yes there is." Dean said, and he looked over at Cassie. We all did. She looked up, worried, a mix of emotions crossing her face.


John was talking to Dean outside by the Impala, I wandered aimlessly around the porch, trying to make sense of everything that we'd just heard. It was amazing how the past could come up to haunt you, I had a moment to think about what sort of past would be around to haunt me when I was sixty years old, and wondered if I'd even live to see that age.

I was playing with my rosary, leaning against the railing when I heard her approach. I looked up and she hesitated a few yards away.

"Hey, how you holding up?" I asked to break the silence.

"Yeah, ok, I think." Cassie said, nodding. She looked over at Dean and John who were lost in conversation. "If it weren't for Dean I'd probably have lost it by now."

I sighed, and looked down at my hands. "Yeah, I bet he's been a big comfort for you." I said quietly.

She looked at me, then came to lean against the railing by my side, crossing her arms in front of her.

"He told me you saw us, earlier today." She said, looking at me.

I nodded impassively, yeah this was a conversation I really wanted to have.

"That was my fault. I … misread... what he was saying." She said. I looked up in surprise, raising my eyebrow.

"Look, Beth, when Dean and I were together last summer, it was great, I really really thought that maybe something could come of it. But the truth is, I was just seeing what I wanted to see." She said.

I frowned, shrugging. "Well, you guys seemed real cosy to me." I said.

"Maybe, but you didn't see what I saw." She said, looking uncomfortable.

"And what did you see?" I said, a little less nicely than I intended.

"You." She said, my eyes narrowed. She shook her head. "You didn't see it, you still don't see it, do you?" She asked, and I frowned.

"Beth, when I first met you, seeing you both together... I thought it was strange, you two had this weird Hansel and Gretel co-dependent sibling thing going on. It was hard, to find a place in that." I looked at my feet, silent.

"Then when Sam told me you weren't really their sister..." Her voice trailed off and I glanced up at her. "Well it started to make sense."

I was frowning again, shifting uncomfortably. "Look, Beth, I don't know what's going on with the pair of you, but there's one thing for certain. He cares about you. More than I want to admit." She rested her hand on my arm, and I stared at it. "When I kissed him this afternoon, he was pretty quick to let me know that it was unwanted." She said.

I looked up at her in surprise. "He ran out of that house so fast I could barely catch a breath." She said, looking at me in earnest.

"You don't have to worry about me Beth. There's a reason I ended it last Summer. It was going nowhere. It was going nowhere because he was completely and utterly hung up... on you." She said, whispering the last part.

I looked over at Dean again when she said that, he was frowning, looking back at us. He gave me a frustrated look and raised his shoulders questioningly when my eyes met his. I sighed and looked back at her, she smiled at me, sadness playing behind her eyes.

"Hmm." I said thoughtfully, staring into the darkness.

Cassie was shaking her head. "Damn if you aren't just as stubborn as he is!" She said with a laugh. I raised an eyebrow and it did bring a smile to my face. If anything was true, that was.

"Don't let him slip through your fingers Beth." Cassie cautioned, looking at me before getting up.

My thoughts went back to what he'd said earlier that day. "I was in love, but not with her." I sighed, looking over at Dean, he was staring at me with a concerned look on his face while his father continued to talk about something as he pored over a map spread on the car hood.


Motel

My bag was still in the room we'd been in, packed and ready to move over to John's room. I hesitated in the middle of the room, looking at where it was sitting.

I felt Dean come in to the room, closing the door behind us. He walked over, quietly, standing behind me. I could feel his warmth as he was just inches from me. He pulled playfully on my ponytail, turning me around to face him. I looked away from him feeling a bit guilty. "You ready to talk yet?" He asked, his eyes showing a vulnerability that was rare in the man.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, looking up at him.

"For what?" He asked, brushing a finger along my cheek.

"Cassie told me what happened." I answered.

"Oh." He said simply, but there was a smile playing on his lips as he looked at me smugly.

I shoved him a little bit, not hard, and rolled my eyes at him. "Must you be so smart ass about it?" I asked. He feigned offence. "Like I already don't feel bad enough." I cringed.

"I'm an idiot." I said, grasping the lapels of his jacket in my hands and leaning my head against his chest. He sighed and put his arms around me, pulling me close.

"Yeah, but you're my idiot." He said with a chuckle. I huffed, and looked up at him.

"Am I?" I asked, fragile.

His eyes softened as he looked at me. He rolled his eyes and bent down to kiss me tenderly. "You've been mine from the day I first caught you in my arms." He said softly. I raised an eyebrow. "I was just too stubborn to see it, to say it." He confessed. "I'm an ass."

I gazed at him, not wanting to look away, a smile playing on my lips. He looked serious all of a sudden, taking both sides of my face in his hands.

"You're everything to me." He said, staring at me. "You need to know that."

"I do." I said, softly, he smiled and then the softness in his eyes was replaced with a hunger. He caught my mouth with an impassioned kiss, it was hot and urgent, filled with an unfulfilled need that had been years in the making. I returned it, feeling just as anxious, hands running up into his hair, holding his head as he kissed me hard.

He lifted me up against him and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried us over to the bed, laying me down as he kept kissing me. He pulled back just a little and I whimpered in protest, he chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. I pulled him back down to kiss him again, my tongue searching his mouth in a wanton frenzy of desire.

Dean moaned and ran a hand down my right side, brushing his thumb along the soft skin at my waist, sliding under my shirt. I shivered at his touch and started to pull at his t-shirt, tugging it down over his head as I broke the kiss to undress him. He pulled me up to a seated position and I was able to pull off my own jacket, and he helped divest me of my top, his hands running slowly, tentatively along the lace of my bra as he watched me. Reaching up he pulled my hair loose from the hair tie, smoothing my hair down my back.

"Dean..." I groaned impatiently, and he just smiled at me.

"Nuh-uh." He said, kissing along my shoulder. "You think I'm going to rush this, you got another thing coming." He said huskily in my ear. "I've waited six years for this."

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, all that time we had wasted. All those other women he'd been with... I sighed.

"What?" He asked, hearing the sigh and looking at me.

"Nothing. You're here now, and … well ...that's all that matters." I said, kissing him again with a smile. He didn't press the issue, and I decided to take more affirmative action. With a grin I rolled him off me, using my leg to flip him on his back against the mattress, he caught his breath and laughed – it was good to hear that laugh.

I started kissing him along his shoulder and then down his chest, taking a nipple in my mouth and flicking my tongue across it, earning a gasp and a steamy look from him. He threw his head back on the bed, his chest rising up to meet my mouth as I continued to tease him, loving the feel of his body as it arched. I slid my hands down to unzip his jeans as I sucked on the nipple, feeling him buck underneath me. My hand slid in to the front of his jeans, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers, he groaned and I saw his hands clutch at the bedsheets.

When I started to rub against his erection he groaned and raised up on his elbows to look at me. His eyes were full of desire, and he arched against my touch before pouncing at me, the momentum of his body pushing me to my feet off the end of the bed, his arms locked safely around me as he renewed his kissing along my neck, up my jawline to my mouth, coming in short, excited breaths.

He pushed me backwards, up against the wall and pressed himself against the length of me. I gasped as he buried his mouth in the crook of my neck, nipping and flicking his tongue across my skin. His knee was pressed against my groin and he ground against me, eliciting another groan as I slid my hands down into his jeans, cupping his butt to pull him harder against me.

Dean easily removed my bra, sliding down a little to cup both breasts in his hot hands, squeezing them both softly and firmly at the same time. I felt a wetness trickle from me, I was so aroused by his touch, and the years of imagining this very moment. I felt his hands move down my abdomen, pausing at my jeans a moment before undoing them and letting them fall to the floor. With a cheeky grin he pressed me back against the wall, and fell to his knees. One hand came up to knead my left breast as his other pulled aside the fabric of my panties, just enough, for him to find what he was looking for. He leaned in and I had a moment to stare in disbelief before his tongue flicked across my clitoris. I gasped and felt my legs almost give way, but he held me firmly against the wall, expecting it.

His hands moved to grasp my hips as he slowly lapped at me, exploring with his tongue and probing against hot, wet skin. My breathing was ragged, and I felt myself starting to lose all thoughts as I gave in to the sheer animal instincts that were taking over. With a groan he pulled away, and I looked down at him, frowning. He chuckled and rose to kiss me, I tasted my scent on his lips and I didn't care, returning his kiss eagerly.

Slowing the kiss down. Dean started to gently pull me back to the bed, turning me to sit and pushing me gently down against the mattress. He dropped his own jeans to the floor, and joined me, leaning over me, staring into my eyes, stroking a hand across my forehead.

"Hey..." He whispered, smiling.

"Hey." I smiled back.

"Beth...?" He looked at me, his arousal bleeding away to concern.

"What's wrong?" I asked, touching his face.

"Nothing... nothing, it's just." He searched my eyes. "You know I never... I never asked about your past." He said, trying to find the words.

"My past?" I asked, inquisitive.

"Yeah... other boyfriends." He said, looking at me, a burning question in his eyes.

"Oh." I said quietly.

He kissed me briefly, eyes never leaving mine. Waiting for an answer.

"I..." Searching for the words, I felt myself blush a little. "Well I've had boyfriends Dean... a couple." I said shyly.

"And...?" He asked, pressing for an answer.

"No." I said simply. He nodded, leaning his forehead against my chest for a few heart beats.

"Is that a problem?" I asked, biting my lip.

He looked up sharply, frowning. "No... no of course not." He smiled, resting his forehead against mine, placing a kiss on my nose. "You're beautiful." He whispered.

That fire returned to his eyes as he resumed kissing me, perhaps a little less urgently, though the eagerness was still there. His hand splayed across my abdomen, brushing across my skin. I felt like I was almost beside myself with anticipation, closing my eyes and just feeling him against me. He moved his hand down, slipping a couple of fingers inside my panties. I felt the warm press of his fingers as he slipped one inside of me and gasped, arching to him.

Dean slipped a second finger inside me and stroked, his eyes meeting mine as he watched the frantic, fired up look in my eyes. With a few experienced moves he had me writhing underneath his touch, head thrown back, groaning as I thought I couldn't bare the thrill that was going through my body any longer. He brought me to the edge and as I started to shudder under him he withdrew his touch from within, brushing his hands along me as he tugged a little urgently at my underwear, removing his own at the same time.

He moved back beside me, his hand sliding between my legs as he kissed me slowly and deeply, his touches matching the speed of his tongue as it circled my own. I groaned, arching to meet his fingers as they teased me. My whole centre tensed and I bucked against him, throwing my head back and groaning loudly. "Oh god Dean..." he kissed along my bared neck, as my breathing intensified, I felt myself start to spasm and he circled my clitoris over and over, I was so achy and driven to distraction. Finally, with long, repetitive strokes I called out my relief as I melted under his touch, clinging to his shoulders and trying to catch my breath.

The hunger had returned to his eyes, as he leaned over me. His hard arousal pressed against my thigh as he positioned himself. I slid my arms around his waist, holding his hips as I spread my legs a little wider, wrapping one around his thigh and arching up in to him, feeling his pressing need against my centre. I'd been waiting so long for this moment, imagining it, dreaming it, and now it was here I found myself anxious. He looked down at me, questioning again, and I nodded as I leaned up to kiss his soft lips. "Hang on..." he said quietly, and he reached beside the bed into his bag, rummaging around for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, frowning, pouting at the withdrawal of his skin against mine.

"Protection..." he said with a kiss.

"Ah, well... I am on the pill," I said quietly and he paused to look at me.

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded.

"I spoke to the doctor back in Kittanning and got it sorted."

"Oh really?" He said with a grin. "Pretty sure of yourself," he teased.

I laughed and kissed him. "Mmhmmm." He groaned and leaned in to the kiss, taking it deep and drawing me into it.

"Did I mention that you're amazing?" He asked when he pulled away. I shook my head with a smile. "Well you are," he added, nudging my nose with his own.

"So no condom?" Dean checked, looking at me. I shrugged and shook my head.

"I just want to feel you," I said, kissing him again. With a moan Dean laid over me again, kissing his way along my shoulder and bringing a hand down between us, sliding a finger between my legs, finding a pool of hot arousal from me. He smiled and moved to press his erection against me slowly. I felt my eyes widen as he started to enter me, it was snug and hot, but I was so ready, so dripping that he was able to push in with little resistance.

I felt a quick searing pain as he pressed in further, his mouth hovering just over mine, our lips brushing against each other as our breaths mingled. He brushed the hair out of my eyes with a soft touch, looking into my eyes as he nudged into me, slowly, agonisingly slowly until he was all the way to his hilt. I gasped, revelling in the feel of him completely sheathed inside me. He swallowed, looking at me nervously.

"Are you okay?" He questioned. I nodded, thrusting up to meet him, urging him on, an electrifying feeling passing through my body as I felt the heaviness of his body pressing down on mine. He finally moved, slowly at first, grinding against me as he kept himself pressed firmly inside. With a groan he quickened the pace to my eager moans. Just as I thought it couldn't get any more intimate, more incredible, Dean withdrew a little, starting to push harder, thrusting with a faster rhythm.

I wound my legs around him, there was pain there, it was all very new, but it was overshadowed by the steady pace he was now slipping in to, fast, powerful, feverish. I moved with him, matching his pace, breathless as he dropped his head down to my shoulder, his mouth hot on my skin as he groaned with every thrust. He moved to change the angle, a fresh new thrill running through my body as the grinding pressed against my clitoris and sent electrifying tremors all over me. I gasped, closing my eyes against the stars now bursting from my eyes. He was fired up, and I felt myself slipping into the warm oblivion of orgasm as he hit that spot inside of me. This was new, and completely overwhelming. Not nearly as sharp or intense as the previous, this orgasm crept up on me, starting slow and then building as wave after wave washed over me. I grabbed his shoulders, arching up and calling out his name as I slipped over the edge, shuddering under his body, inflamed, awakened. He looked up to kiss me, slowing a little in his movements, but still grinding gently against me.

As my breathing settled a little, feeling myself fall into the softness that only orgasm could bring, I felt him press against me hard, he seemed to kick into overdrive, upping the pace again, all the gentleness of before slipping away as his hunger set in, plunging into me. I was ready now to take the pounding, holding him close as he buried his face into my shoulder again, gasps escaping his lips as I felt a few more final thrusts. He cried out my name, groaning into my shoulder as the hotness spilled from him, deep inside of me. His body fell into mine, heavy and hard as it crushed me with a comforting feeling. He sank into me, breathing heavy. We lay this way for a while, until the weight started to impact my ability to breathe.

I pushed him over on to his back and he leaned back into the pillow, smiling lazily at me. He reached out a hand to brush along my arm as I leaned next to him on my side, looking at him with a happy smile. Dean reached out, grasping my head behind my neck and pulled me to him for a gentler, more tender kiss, before settling me in against his shoulder.

"Was that okay?" He asked, looking down at me, a slight concern in his eyes.

"Mmmm... it was well worth the wait." I said with a smile. He laughed, that soft melodic sound that fell from his lips too little these days. I resolved to be the one to make him laugh more often, Lord knows we needed it with our lives.

"Mmm.." He agreed, kissing the top of my head. He rolled me on to my back, leaning over me so he could trail his fingers along my side, searching my eyes for how I was feeling.

"Next time we'll take it slower," he promised, kissing along my collarbone and up my neck. "I just couldn't wait any longer."

I smiled up at him, taking in all the little looks he was giving me, the loving touches, the smile as brushed his fingers innocently along my skin.

"Dean, I feel like I've waited like a thousand years for this, don't worry. I wanted it as much as you did," I said reassuringly. He sighed a little in relief and nodded, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Just the same, I can do better," he said with a cheeky grin. I groaned at the thought, my body reacting with an excited twinge.

We were rudely startled out of our afterglow to the sound of Dean's phone again, I sighed. Dean groaned.

"God, does it never end?" He asked no one in particular, reaching for the phone.

"Yeah?" Dean asked... there was a pause and then he was gesturing to me to get up. I went searching for my bra, earning a grin from Dean as he sat, pulling his boxers on one-handedly. "Yes sir. We'll be right there." He said, hanging up the phone.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Who else?" He said coming over to kiss me quickly as I wriggled into my jeans.

"No time for showers, we gotta go." He said, and I pulled the turtleneck back over my head. I grinned and shrugged on my jacket, now fully dressed while he was still in boxers.

"Race ya." I said with a laugh and skipped out the door to his protests.


Motel – John's Room

"So we're dealing with a killer truck." John was saying.

"Yeah, like Christine" Dean quipped.

John turned a stern eye, ignoring Dean's comment. "This Cyrus guy was obviously so evil that it's infected the truck, and when he died, the swamp became his tomb, his spirit dormant for 40 years."

"So what woke it up?" I asked.

"The construction on his house. Or the destruction." John answered, looking at me.

"Right. Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Dean agreed, nodding.

"Mmm-hmm." John mumbled, making some notes in his journal. "Like that theatre in Illinois, you remember?" We both nodded.

"And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Mayor Todd, is the same guy who kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean said, pacing the room.

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood." I surmised with a shudder.

"Yeah I guess." Dean said, stopping and gazing at me. "Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." He shrugged.

"You know we have to dredge up that body from the swamp now." John said, deadpan. I grimaced.

"Aww man." Dean said.

"Let's get to work." John said.


The Dorian Property

It was dark out now and John had parked the Impala to point toward us so we could have some idea of what was happening. He was knee deep in water now, having waded into the lake to find the infamous black truck.

Dean helped finish attaching a chain to the bull bar of the truck and rushed to jump on the tractor we had acquired from the property.

"All right. Let's get her up." John said, and Dean backed the tractor up, the chains braced and then there was movement as the truck started to inch out of the water. John was waving at Dean, directing him.

"All right. A little more. Little more. All right, stop." He held up his hand. Dean braked, shutting off the engine and jumping down.

He moved to admire the truck which was now dripping in mud and water, grass, slime and twigs hanging from it.

"Nice." John said appreciatively.

"Hell yeah!" Dean said, going to the trunk of the Impala, I joined him – he handed me the salt, and we rummaged for the gas, along with a flash light.

"OK. Let's get this done." Dean said with a smile.

"All right." I said, closing the trunk of the car.

John was inspecting the cabin of the truck, as we approached he opened the door and a decayed body fell out. I grimaced, making a face of disgust. "Ewww!"

John and Dean just shrugged. I sprinkled the salt over the body while John doused it with gas. Dean lit a match and dropped it on the body, it burst into flames. We all stood watching it for a moment. The heat was a welcome change to the chilly night air.

"Think that'll do it?" I asked, looking at John.

Lights shone down on us all of a sudden, blinding us as we looked up. It was the ghost truck.

"I guess not." Dean said.

"So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" I asked, looking at Dean.

"Sure it did. Now it's really pissed." John said with a smile, I just gaped at him.

"But, Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dad?" Dean asked.

"Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." John said, starting to walk, we followed him back to the Impala.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked John.

"Going for a little ride." John said.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"Going to lead that thing away. That piece of crap, you need to burn it." I looked between the two of them and Dean was pushing his way past his father.

"How are we supposed to burn a truck Dad?" I asked

"Figure something out!" He said, tossing me the bag he had with him.

"No way man, I can drive this thing better than you, I'll go. You burn the truck." Dean said, cutting off his father. He didn't wait for a response, just turned and got in the car.

John and I exchanged looks and he shrugged. Dean reversed the Impala and drove off. The ghost truck roared after him and I felt my heart jump into my throat.

"Focus Beth, let's get the job done." John said, turning for the lake shoreline.

I nodded and followed along, pushing my fears to the back of my mind.

John was flipping through his journal, which he had pulled out of his pocket.

"Get out that map Beth, and shine a light on it. I got an idea." He said, a twinkle in his eye.

My phone rang and I answered it. Dean.

"Hey, you gotta give us a minute." I said into the phone.

"I don't have a minute. What are we doing?" Dean said, his voice slightly panicked.

"Ahh. Let me get back to you!" I said, hanging up, not wanting to think of Dean's facial expression right then.

"Call Cassie, we need some information and it has to be exactly right." John instructed me, I was already dialling the number before he finished the sentence.

I hung up with Cassie, looking over where John had drawn a mark on the map. I phoned Dean back and he answered, deadpan.

"This better be good." He said.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on my ass! That's where I am! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus." Dean was sounding his usual chipper self in the face of danger.

"Listen to me, this is important." I said angrily. "I have to know exactly where you are!"

There was a pause and then Dean's voice came back on the line. "Decatur road, about two miles off the highway."

"OK. Headed east?" I asked, as John pointed out roads on the map.

"Yes!" Came the reply. There was a sickening sound of metal scraping against metal as Dean let out a shout. "You son of a bitch!" Came the curse.

"Tell him to make a right." John said, looking at me.

"OK, turn right. Up ahead, turn right." I said, looking at where John indicated on the map. There was the sound of tires squealing but no reply from Dean.

"Did you make the turn?" I asked.

"Yeah I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster!"

"All right, you see a road up ahead?" I asked, concentrating.

"No! Wait. No, yes, I see it." Dean said.

"Turn left." I instructed.

"Wha?" Came the reply. I waited. "All right, now what?"

John was gesturing at me, wanting the phone.

"Dean, it's me. You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." John said.

There was a pause as I assumed Dean was questioning the 'stop' order.

"Exactly seven tenths Dean." John ordered.

We waited.

"Dean, you still there?" John asked. "What's happening?"

There was a pause and Dean must have asked what to do because John answered him: "Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." I looked up, uncertainty in my eyes.

There was a yell over the phone, even I could hear it, and then John handed me the phone.

"Dean. You still there? Dean?" I asked urgently.

"Where'd it go?" Dean's voice came back on the phone.

"Dean, you're where the church was." I said, looking at the map.

"What church?" He asked.

"The place that Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids." I answered. There was another pause.

"There's not a whole lot left." Came the reply.

John took the phone from me again, explaining to Dean.

"Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so I figured, maybe that would get rid of it."

There was a sound of Dean yelling at his father, something about what if it hadn't worked... I grinned.

"Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to me." John said and I stared as he hung up on Dean's ranting. The man was a genius, but he was also mad. You could see where Dean got it from.

John turned to me, putting his arm around my neck and pulling me back to the road.

"Good job Bethie." He praised and I smiled, wrapping my arm around him.

"Thanks, Dad." I said.

"Did you get things sorted out with Dean?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yeah... we're good." I said, nodding.

"Good." He said with a smile, laying a kiss on my forehead. "Very good."


AUTHOR'S NOTES


The song for this chapter is Jason Derulo's "The Other Side". Love it!
If you have any other songs that would suit this chapter, do share :) I need to pad out my Dean & Beth playlist :D


Next up: The Benders, probably from Dean's POV... or a combo. Fun times :) Might be a couple of days as I have an interview for a part time job tomorrow – first time since I had my baby and it's kinda a big deal – plus it's his 2year birthday, so family time is kind of expected LOL


Thank you for all the great feedback and ideas for future episodes! I'm loving it :) I try not to plan too far ahead, but it's always great to get some different ideas from people who are into the story.


Question: Should Ben have been Dean's real son, or not? Hmm? Also, has anyone ever noticed the inconsistency with wiping Lisa and Ben's memories to "protect" them? Doesn't make a lot of sense, because it's Dean's attachment to them that is the danger, so long as he has an attachment to them, they can be used against him / to manipulate him. So my opinion is that Castiel actually should have removed the memory of them from Dean as well – thoughts? (Or did that happen and I missed it?) LOL


Mmmm, and just have to shout out to the yummy Jeremy Renner and delicious Gemma Arterton in Hansel and Gretel … couldn't help myself. They're one of my favourite ships – incest and all ;)