When Dean made his way back inside, Grace was back on the couch watching tv. Sam was next to her with his feet propped up on a stack of books, asleep. Bobby was at his desk going through mail. When Dean was sure Bobby wasn't looking, he winked at Grace.

"Well, Sammy's down for the count, but I slept most of the way here so I think I'll go work off some of this energy... hit the local bar."

"That actually sounds like a good idea," she said getting up from the couch.

Dean and Bobby both asked, "What?"

It kind of caught her off guard. Dean, of course, was trying to keep their secret. Bobby was seriously questioning her.

"What do you mean, 'what'?"

Bobby answered first. "I haven't seen you drink liquor once since I met you."

"You don't have to drink at a bar, Bobby. You can go and just be sociable."

"Haven't seen you do that, either."

Her mouth dropped open and Dean was laughing.

"Sorry, darlin', but you just ain't the sociable type."

"Not when I'm pinned up with a crusty old man and a five-year-old," she said, shooting a nasty look at Dean for laughing.

"Now don't go getting all emotional on me. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just call it like I see it. The most socializing I've seen you do is when you're hovering over a book or computer with Sam... and that's more work than socializing."

"Well tonight I'm going to socialize. I have to get out for a little while," she said turning to Dean. "If that's okay with you?"

"You mean you want to come with me?!"

"Why not?"

"How about no chick will look at me twice if I walk in with you?"

"So we don't walk in together!"

Bobby shook his head, "Dean, you may as well take her."

"What?"

"She's a stubborn one. She'll keep you here all night arguing."

Grace smiled a great big smile at Dean.

"Fine... Let's go. But seriously, if I hook up..."

"Yeah, we'll work something out on the way there."

Grace waved goodbye to Bobby as she walked out. Dean followed, shaking his head. They got in the car and Dean pulled away. He was smiling.

"Sweetheart, you are one damn good liar."

"Only you would consider that a compliment... but I'll take it. So, where are we really going?"

"Well, I thought we could actually hit the bar for a few. Then, since this could be the last chance we have to be together for a while... there's a motel right next to the bar," he said grinning at her.

"Sounds good to me."

They rode on in silence for a few minutes, until a new song came on the radio and interrupted Grace's thoughts of the night to come. She looked at Dean who was quietly singing along.

"Dean, you know I love Ozzy, but this music doesn't quite have the mood we should be going for. This 'classic rock only' thing you have going on... you're missing out on some great songs for love-making."

"I don't wanna listen to that romantic crap."

"I'm not talking about the mushy, romantic stuff. I'm talking about sensual music."

"Like what?" he scoffed.

She scooted closer to him and sang low in his ear.

"Your most innocent kiss... Or your sweetest caress... Seduces me..."

Dean seemed intrigued. "Who sings that?"

"Celine Dion."

"Get out!" he said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Fine. You want another one?"

"Sure."

She leaned in close to his ear so he could feel her breath as she sang, "I don't... don't care if it's not right... to have your arms around me. I want... to feel what it's like. Take all of you inside of me."

She saw his hands grip tighter on the steering wheel and smiled.

"Want to know who sings that?"

"Don't care. What else you got?"

She thought really hard about what to sing next, but it didn't take long for the right song to hit her. Once again, she sang softly in his ear, but now she ran her hand over his thigh.

"Come closer, baby, closer. Reach out and feel my body. I'm gonna give you all my love. Ooh sugar don't you hurry. You've got me here all night. Just close your eyes and hold on tight. Ooh, baby, don't stop, don't stop. Go deeper, baby, deeper. You feel so good I'm gonna cry."

As she finished the last few words, Dean let out a breath and said, "Thank you!" His hands almost leaving the steering wheel."

"Are you okay?" Grace asked.

Dean pointed just ahead. "It's the motel."

Grace laughed. "I thought we were going to the bar first?"

"After what you just did to me? I don't think so... I've never been so happy to see a motel in my life."

He pulled in and parked the car. "Wait here."

Grace watched his exchange with the desk clerk through the window. Twice, Dean glanced back at her and shook his head. When he came back out he walked around to her side of the car and opened her door.

"Come on."

She locked the door as she got out, and they walked over to their room. Dean had his arm around her the whole way. Once they were inside, Dean checked the room, out of habit. Grace walked over to the bed, but didn't sit. When Dean finished his inspection he looked at Grace and started walking to her with slow strides.

"What was the line in the last one... about taking your time?"

She smiled at him and sang the lines again.

"Don't you hurry. You've got me here all night. Just close your eyes and hold on tight."

He pulled her into his arms as she sang the last line, and her voice faded as he kissed her neck.

"I love that," she said wrapping her arms around him, holding him close. He kissed his way up her neck and then captured her mouth. Her hands went to his face and slowly slid down to his chest. She started to move toward the bed and unbuttoned one button on his shirt when he grabbed her hands and broke their kiss.

"Hang on. Last time was fun, but I'm in control tonight, and I'm gonna take it nice and slow. We've got all night. Nowhere to be and nothing to do."

He laced their fingers together while he spoke, and looked so deeply into her eyes that it gave her butterflies. When he kissed her again she gave up all control. She was completely in his hands. He slowly backed her up to the bed, never breaking their kissing. When she couldn't step back any more he gently lowered her to the bed. He stepped out of his shoes while he removed hers. Then he crawled up her body until he had her lips again. While he kissed her, his hand found the bottom of her shirt. He slid his hand beneath the fabric and let it graze over her stomach. He felt her quiver.

"Tickles," she said, smiling against his lips.

He moved his hand to her side and let it glide up, pulling the shirt with him. He sat up to pull her shirt off over her head. She just slightly lifted her head and raised her arms to make it easier. As he pulled the shirt from her arms he held her wrists gently against the bed above her head. He kissed her hands, then slowly down her arms. She found herself wishing his shirt was off so she could kiss his chest as he slid back down her body, but he was in control here. His lips trailed across her collarbone and down her chest, down between her breasts, slowly down her stomach, until he reached her pants. It was the sweetest torture she'd ever felt. He undid her pants and stood to pull them from her legs. With his eyes constantly on hers, he removed his shirt and pants, then crawled back up her body, kissing her ankles and slowly making his way up her legs. This time, he didn't pause at her scar. He continued up her thighs, skipping over her hips, still in underwear. Back up over her stomach and between her breasts. Up her neck until he found her lips again. When his mouth was finally on hers again she almost couldn't take it. She moaned, and her breathing was heavier. Her hands went to the back of his neck, holding him to her as he tried to back away. He grinned, and kissed down to her ear where he whispered.

"I'm in control tonight, remember?"

"You're driving me crazy."

He turned over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He slid his hands behind her back to undo her bra, then he kissed her shoulders as he slowly pulled the straps down. He sat up with her in his lap and the bra was gone. His hands now on her breasts, and his lips on hers, she started to move her hips in his lap, but quickly stopped, remembering that he was control. Stopping made her whimper against his mouth.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Do it... slow."

She did as she was told, but it took all of her will power to keep a slow pace as she felt him against her. She didn't understand how composed he looked, when she felt so frantic inside. She wanted him to take her, but she let him have his way.

He flipped her onto her back again, and started to remove her panties. He slid them from her legs, then removed his boxers. He gently pushed her knees apart and settled between them, his face hovering over hers. He stared into her eyes for what seemed like several minutes to Grace. His beautiful, green eyes, locked on hers. She touched his face and stared at his lips as she ran her thumb across them. He caught the tip of her thumb in his mouth and gently kissed it. When she looked back into his eyes, his mouth came down on hers and he slowly entered her body. He buried his face in her neck and her whole body shivered. They lay still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being completely together. When Dean started moving again Grace gripped the sheets. He reached over and took one of her hands in his, holding it against the bed.

He kept his slow pace long enough to make Grace think she would completely stop breathing. Between the gasping and the moaning she didn't know how she was getting any air. Dean's breathing got heavier too, and his pace quickened until he collapsed on top of her. She cradled his head against her chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

Eventually, he rolled onto his side and pulled her into him so that he was snuggled up behind her. His arm was draped over her, his hand running up and down her arm. She smiled at a memory of his hands.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Remember when you were teaching me to shoot?"

"How could I forget? You were awful at first."

"I wasn't as awful as you thought. I may have purposely messed up my grip, or my stance a few times so you would correct me. That first time you corrected my grip on the gun, that was legit... But you wrapped your arms around me and put your hands over mine... I wanted to feel that again."

"So... back then, huh?"

"Yeah. I wanted you then."

"You should have made a move," he said smiling.

"I didn't think it was the smartest thing to do... us working together, and I didn't know if you were interested in me at all."

"I was interested."

"Then why didn't you make a move?"

"Sweetheart, I did. I moved us all the way to the bedroom."

She turned to face him, and brushed her hand across his face.

"Oh yeah... how could I forget?"

"Maybe you need a reminder."

He buried his hand in her hair, pulling her lips to his. They made love again before falling asleep in each other's arms.