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Chapter 13

Dean had had enough. It was all getting to him. Crowley was threatening everyone he cared about again, and he had a world to save. Would he ever be able to just relax and stop worrying about everyone else? Would he ever get a somewhat normal life with Mel?

He knew the answer to that. It was a definite no. Not only would it mean him getting out of hunting for good—and he wasn't sure he was really ready for that yet—but it would mean Mel getting out of the witch business and she definitely wouldn't do that. All he could do was go day by day hoping that he would get a break.

He was getting tired. Actually, he'd been saying it for some time. He still remembered confessing it when he thought Sam had been infected with that Croatoan virus. Dean was so tired that he was ready to let his brother infect him and kill them both. The weight of the world was crushing him.

But of course, Sam hadn't let them stop hunting after they finally killed Azazel. All because of that damned deal. Of course, without that deal, Dean wouldn't have found himself back on the doorsteps of the Halliwells. He wouldn't have turned to Wyatt and Chris for help, and wouldn't have ended up with Melinda. Mel probably wouldn't have even been alive if all that didn't happen.

There was something good that came out of this job. But it was at a cost.

Sighing, he placed the wrench down and stepped away from his car. As usually when he was stressed or needed a break, he was fine tuning his baby in the garage at the Manor.

But he'd done everything he could. It was time to face the music again.

As he walked back into the house through the back door, he instantly smelt food. His stomach grumbled in appreciation. When was the last time he'd eaten properly? Since finding out that the girls had been taken, they'd barely stopped for anything unless they really had to. All of them had been working around the clock to find out who had taken the girls, why and how to kill the bitch.

Dean smiled when he saw Melinda at the stove. Deep down she loved cooking. He knew that, but she always wanted to be different from her mom. And she loved cars more. But she looked a natural as she worked on four pots all at the same time.

"Something smells amazing, Mel." He commented, walking behind her and looking over the shoulder and kissing her cheek. He looked down at the pots and frowned deeply, "I can't tell you what, though."

Out of the four pots, only one looked like it could have been food. The other three were purple, green and bright blue. It was clear they were potions. The Halliwell witch reached over for salt and sprinkled it in the fourth, red pot.

"It's in the oven." Mel said, waving her hand in that direction. It was as if she'd read his mind.

Dean glanced down to see the oven on and some sort of pie cooking. Mmm, pie. This girl definitely knew him.

"So, what's all this."

"Potions," Mel sighed, not taking her eyes off the different pots. She stirred the purple one as she sprinkled green herbs into the blue one, "Mixture of them. I need to do something, Dean."

Dean nodded his head and turned Mel around on the spot, "How about I take your mind of things for a while."

"Dean, we need to save my niece and second-cousins."

"I know," Dean nodded, "But we know there's not much we can do right now. You and Chris have made a shit load of potions, so it's time to take a break. There's nowhere to store anymore. Let me take your mind off things."

Dean started kissing her neck and ear, knowing that he needed to take his mind off everything, too. And they deserved some sort of fun together.

"Dean..." Mel moaned, almost in protest. She sighed as she grabbed his head and looked into his green eyes, "Let me finish these, okay? They'll burn."

Melinda turned around and got back to work on the potions. Dean wasn't going to let up, though. He started kissing her neck from behind, running his hands down her stomach and to in between her legs. He smirked against her neck when he heard her moan. That was just the sound he was aiming for.

He continued to rub between her legs, while she tried to continue with the potions. It was all in vain and he knew it. She'd cave soon.

To make sure she did, he moved his hand to the waistline of her jeans and then into them and her panties, rubbing her clit gently. He didn't have much room to manoeuvre but it was enough right now. It made her stop cooking and place her hands on the counter.

"Oh God, Dean!" She whispered, closing her eyes and placing her head back on his shoulder. Dean smirked and kissed her gently. One of her hands moved up to behind his head, playing with the tips of his hair at the back. He loved it when she did that. He moved his other hand to grab her breast, massaging it while he continued to work on her clit. He was now starting to harden, enjoying the moans that were coming from her mouth.

"Wanna take this upstairs yet?"

Before Mel could answer, a high-pitched shriek interrupted them. Dean quickly moved his hand out of his girlfriend's jeans and looked up. Mel blushed bright red as she looked over at the door that led to the dining room. Poppy was standing there, covering her eyes with one hand.

"Can I look yet?"

"Yes, sorry!" Mel answered, watching as the youngest Halliwell looked through her fingers to make sure it was safe.

"I so did not want to walk in on that!" she now said, looking between them. Dean chuckled nervously and whispered something in Melinda's ear. She just nodded and he walked out of the room, "This is the kitchen, Mel! You cook in here! And what if your brothers walked in?"

"Look, we just...Dean needs some stress release," Mel sighed, "Can you finish these potions for me? They just need to boil for five minutes. And the pie needs another 15 minutes and can be taken out of the oven."

Before Poppy could even answer, Mel mumbled a thanks and rushed out of the room. Poppy just threw up her hands, "Sure! You owe me!"

Melinda chuckled, hearing Poppy's shout as she rushed up the stairs and into her bedroom. She had been so close to coming when Poppy had interrupted them. And she could feel just how hard Dean was. Her comment about Dean needing some stress release wasn't entirely truthful. She needed stress release, and this was the perfect option. For 15-20 minutes they could completely forget about Crowley, Lilith, the sacrifices and the upcoming full moon. They could just be themselves and with each other the way they loved to be.

Mel stripped herself out of her top as she opened her old bedroom door. Dean was already stripped to his boxers, and she smiled hungrily. He was still hard, and clearly wanted her. He didn't even give her the chance to shut the bedroom door behind her. He strode over to her, trapping her smaller frame between him and the wooden door. His mouth caught hers in a passionate kiss.

"Where were we?" He asked with a grin, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down. He wasted no time before kneeling down in front of her and attacking her clit with his tongue. His hands pushed her jeans and panties further down her legs, making it possible for her to step out of them. His tongue never stopped though, and she could just grab the door behind her to steady herself.

"Dean, I need...I need to..." Mel started to say, just as Dean's hand slid up her leg and he placed two fingers inside of her, "Oh God!"

She came within seconds, biting on her hand to prevent others from hearing her. Poppy had been right. Her brothers didn't need to see her and Dean like this.

Dean grinned, standing up and unfastening her bra, "You can call me, Dean, ya'know."

Mel just shook her head and pushed him backwards, "Get them off, right now!"

Dean just raised his eyebrows, his grin growing bigger. He loved it when she took control like this. He did as he was told and then waited for her next move. Not really knowing what to expect, he was surprised when she pulled him towards her and wrapped a leg around his hips. He couldn't help but grab her thigh, rubbing it softly as they kissed again. Their kisses were hungry and animalistic. Like this was something they were both desperately needing.

With his other hand, he grabbed the thigh of her other leg, encouraging her to wrap both her legs around his waist. She complied, hoisting herself up and letting him slip straight inside of her. Dean kept one hand just underneath her and place the other on the door, thrusting in and out of her while he continued kissing her.

The sound from the rocking door was putting him off. He didn't need everyone else in the house knowing what they were up to, so he carried her over to the bed without pulling out. They laid on the bed where he could continue thrusting in and out.

Now they were here, Mel wasn't giving him a chance to stay in control. She manoeuvred so she was on top and sat up showing off her body to her boyfriend. Her hands went up into her hair, as she bit her lip in pleasure. All Dean could do was watch her ride him, rubbing her thighs and into her hips. God, she was good!

Her hands dropped to his chest as his thumb moved to her clit, rubbing it as her pace quickened. She dug her nails into him gently, as her orgasm got closer and closer. Dean could feel her muscles clenching around him, and he grinned knowing that he could give her a third if she was this close to her second.

Mel couldn't hold off any longer. She leaned forward as her body shuddered with the orgasm. It was far more intense than her first one, and she wasn't sure how much more she would be able to take. But Dean was clearly nowhere near finished. He hadn't even let the pleasure from the first one subside before he rolled them over and started thrusting in and out. It was slow and passionate, though. Enough to catch her clit in just the right places.

"Oh my God, Dean! You're gonna kill me." She said, feeling the pleasure building again already. How the hell did he know all the right buttons to press?

"As long as you're enjoying it." Was all he said as he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it. One hand reached up and played with her hair while he continued to push in and out of her. He drew out all the way before slamming back inside of her.

Dean was getting close now, though. He needed to do something to make sure she came with him. He hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, and decided to try something different. He'd wanted to try it for a while but didn't know how Mel would take it. He was finally going to do it. He had to if she was going to get that third orgasm.

He moved a hand down and massaged her butt, looking up to see her facial expression. He then finally slid a finger inside her anus, watching her eyes as they grew wide. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something—maybe object—but she soon shut it ready to moan loudly. Dean muffled it with his own mouth as he kissed her hard.

Mel was shocked at first, but the feeling was...it was something she'd never experienced before. It felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. She was so glad Dean was there to cover her mouth, though. She wasn't going to hold that scream in. Everything was intense, and she was so close. So Goddamn close to a third...

She didn't even have time to think. Her whole body tensed as she came for a third time. Dean was still kissing her, so she couldn't say or do anything. All she could do was grip her nails into his back and draw them down. She was going to give him a reminder of just how good this was for her. He had better do this again...but they were going to talk about it first.

Dean felt Mel's muscles tense around him a third time and it pushed him over the edge. Just as she came, he did the same, pulling his finger out of her and gripping the bed. He could feel her nails running down his back, knowing that there would be scratches afterwards. But he just didn't care. That was just...amazing.

He continued to kiss Mel as he rode out their orgasms, and finally rolled off her.

"How...what...that...oh...God!" Mel couldn't even form a sentence as she got her breath back. Dean looked over at her with a chuckle.

"You're welcome."

"That...What was that?"

Dean shrugged, wondering how she was going to take it now that it was no longer causing the pleasure it had before, "I just thought I'd test the boundaries."

"Yeah?" Mel laughed at him, sitting up without taking her eyes from him, "You certainly did that."

"You saying you didn't enjoy it?" Dean asked, now sitting up, looking into her gorgeous emerald eyes.

"I didn't say that," Mel shook her head with a smirk, "Just warn me next time, huh?"

"It's not a surprise if I warn you." Dean winked as Mel stood up and grabbed a towel, "Where are you going?"

"Shower? Wanna join me?" Mel threw him a towel and then wrapped her own around her before walking out of the room. Dean just shook his head with a laugh. He just couldn't say no to that offer.

When the two of them finally made it back downstairs, Poppy just gave them a knowing look. Others had finally gotten back with whatever news they had found out, with some of them crowded around the dining table checking books and laptops.

"Pie's on the counter," Poppy grinned picking up a plate showing that she'd already had a slice, "It's real good, Mel. Although not sure how it compares to the pie you just had a bite of."

Mel stuck her tongue out at her baby cousin as she walked into the kitchen. Dean smirked, feeling his cheeks going a little red. Had she told anyone what she'd caught him doing earlier? He didn't really want to ask. He didn't think she had though, especially when she just winked at him as he followed his girlfriend.

"She's like the little sister I never wanted." Dean commented as he walked into the kitchen, smelling the delicious pie. Mel was already cutting up slices for the two of them and plated them. He definitely needed food now after that round in the bedroom. Dean couldn't help notice that the potions had also already been bottled in vials on the counter. He picked up one of the vials, checking it out.

"That will blow things up. Be careful with it," Mel warned him, not even looking up at him, "The blue one is for freezing, the green is a bit like a flash bang and the purple helps strengthen our powers temporarily. I'm hoping it will strengthen the Power of Three just to vanquish Lilith."

"Your mind is amazing." Dean commented with a proud smile, taking the plate of pie from her. He couldn't help but smile when he noticed it was a large slice. She knew him too well. In fact, she was perfect for him.

"I just have to stay busy, that's all," Mel shrugged, walking back towards the dining room, "You know that." With a wink, she walked out of room leaving Dean to imagine what she really meant by that. It didn't take much imagination, though. He chuckled to himself before joining the rest of the family.

"We need to act on the night," Sam sighed, talking to Wyatt and Chris mainly, but the rest of the family was listening, "During the ritual is when she is at her weakest. When she's using the most power."

"How did you find that out?" Riley asked from where he sat at the table with Pru, "I've been speaking to demons all day and nothing like that."

"Erm, Bobby." Sam brushed off the question, but a shudder went through Dean.

Dean knew when his little brother was lying, and this was one of those times. Bobby had no idea about Lilith, except for what they could find out about her in places like the Bible and mythology. Bobby didn't know anything about Lilith's weaknesses. He'd have to ask Sam about that later. Bobby wasn't here at the moment, so it seemed convenient to name the hunter.

"So, we let her kill the sacrifices before we kill her?" Pru tried to get her head around this plan that Sam was coming up with.

"No way!" Hen, Wyatt and Bianca all shouted out at the same time.

"My little girls are not going to be killed, Pru!"

"I didn't say that," Pru shook her head, "But if she needs to start the ritual..."

"She'll start with the demons. They have to come first because that's what Lucifer created. Then it's the angels and then it's the humans."

"Bobby knew all this?" Dean now asked, narrowing his eyes at Sam. He didn't miss the flash of guilt that passed through Sam's eyes. It was only there for a second, but definitely there. The younger Winchester brother was up to something, and Dean knew it. He just wished he knew what. What was he missing?

"Does it really matter right now?" Chris broke the silence, "We know when to start. If that means axing 22 demons then I'm all for it."

"Me too." Mel nodded her head.

"So, we start with the Power of Three spell and then you shoot her with the Colt?" Patience now asked, looking directly at Sam. He nodded his head, and watched as she frowned and slowly nodded, "Then I guess we need a Power of Three spell that will work with the Colt."

"I can handle that, Pay." Pru smiled.

"I'll help." Wyatt frowned, looking at the eldest of his six cousins. She wasn't going to argue with him.

"I've got a potion that will hopefully strengthen the Power of Three temporarily. It works on powers, but I've never tried it on spells." Mel told the group.

"Well, even if it doesn't work on the Power of Three, it will come in handy," Poppy grinned, "How many clones of myself do you think I can astral project into?"

"Poppy, you can't use your powers while in your astral form," Dana pointed out with a sigh, "I don't think you'll be able to say a spell either."

Poppy sighed, looking down at the floor. Dean nudged her taking a bite of his pie, "I'd like to know how many clones you can create of yourself. Lilith wouldn't know what hit her."

The youngest of the Halliwells looked up with a thankful smile. He certainly knew how to cheer her up, and she couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach. He was so much cuter now than the first time she'd met him, and that photo didn't do him justice. But it was just a crush. He was dating—and likely in love—with her cousin. But her 16-year-old hormones couldn't help but take her mind back to what she'd walked into in the kitchen. Her fantasies for a while were sorted—was it wrong to fantasize about your cousin's boyfriend?

"You okay?" Dean chuckled at her, forcing her to shake out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry, was just imaging the damage I could cause the little brat."

"That's my girl."

As Wyatt and Sam handed out tasks for everyone to do to get ready for the full moon, everyone dispersed from the dining room. Sam was walking towards the sun room, but Dean wanted to talk to him right now. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Sammy, a word please?"

Dean motioned for Sam to follow him into the kitchen. Once he knew that his brother was following him, he walked into the garage where they could talk in private. The only person who would possibly come into here was Mel, and he didn't mind her overhearing what he had to say. But he didn't really want the others to hear it.

"What do you want, Dean?" Sam asked, "There's still a lot..."

"Where did you really hear about the bitch's weakness?" Dean cut his brother off, getting straight to the point, "It sure as hell weren't from Bobby."

"Yes it was." Sam nodded, but Dean saw that flash of guilt again.

"What the hell have you done, Sammy?"

"I...nothing, Dean."

"Sam!"

Finally, Sam looked down at the floor with a sigh. He had no choice but to tell the truth. Dean wasn't going to let this go. He had hoped it would take his brother longer to figure out that he'd done something "stupid" but Dean knew him far too long. The Halliwells hadn't picked up on his nervous twitches, but Dean knew each and every one of them.

"I summoned Crowley."

"You what!" Dean shouted, "Why the fuck would you do something as stupid as that? Are you an idiot, Sam? I told you he was after the Colt. I told you he was threatening you and Mel and...why the fuck would you summon him?"

"We needed him, Dean," Sam sighed, "I just got the information that we needed."

"And he just handed it up on a platter? I don't think so, Sammy," Dean shook his head, "What the hell did he want?"

"The Colt, like you said."

"Just the Colt?"

"Yes, Dean." Sam answer truthfully. That really was all the demon had wanted, surprisingly.

"Did he tell you why?"

"Just insurance," Sam shrugged his shoulder, "Look, he made a deal that he would help us kill Lilith and get the girls back safe and sound. All for the Colt. You should have listened to him..."

"I don't make deals with demons anymore Sam. I learned not to the last time. I nearly went to Hell for you."

"And I never asked you to do that!" Sam shouted back at his brother, "Never once did I ask you to sell your soul for me, but you did. That was your choice and your choice alone. Do you have any idea how guilty I felt for that? Knowing that you were going to hell to save me? But we got you out of it."

"And now you're making another Goddamn deal!" Dean shouted, running his hands through his hair, "Surely my deal would have taught you not to fucking do it, Sam! Seriously!"

"We had no other choice, Dean," Sam stuck to his guns, "We needed the information he gave, and this was the only way to get it."

"How many times do I need to tell you? There is always another way. Working with demons shouldn't be an option you take seriously."

"Look, it's done now," Sam sighed, "Can we save the girls and then you can shout at me for this?"

"You know he'll double-cross us somehow." Dean pointed out. Sam did have a point. They needed to save the girls right now. That had to be their focus, especially now that they had an idea of how to do it and knew how to find her.

"And we'll be ready when he does. Do you really think he'll be stupid enough to go up against both of us and the Halliwells?"

"If he had a plan to do it?" Dean asked, and saw that Sam was waiting for an answer, "Yeah, I do. Because he wouldn't be stupid. With enough demons behind him, even Mel, Wyatt and the rest of that family aren't indestructible. You remember what he did to Mel a few months ago? He could do that again, or worse. And he will. So excuse me for not wanting to work with him. Of course, it doesn't bother you. You're not in love with any of them!"

Sam's eyes widened, and Dean stopped in his tracks. He'd just admitted to loving Mel out loud. No, not just loving her, but being in love with her. The only time he'd admitted that was when Sam had first come back to the family business, and it was only because Sam had figured it out.

"So, you are in love with her," Sam's shocked expression turned to a grin. The younger brother was only shocked that Dean had finally said it out loud, "I knew it. Hang on, you're not running away from this."

"Don't tell her, okay?"

"You need to tell her, Dean," Sam sighed, but deep down was proud of his brother. Mel was good for him, "I'm sure she feels the same way about you."

"Yeah, well, I can't tell her that right now," Dean shook his head, "I have way too much other crap going on. And so does she. We need to save the girls and kill Crowley. Maybe then...maybe then I can tell her."

Sam didn't really want to go along with this, but he had no other choice. He'd managed to get Dean off the topic of shouting at him for making the deal. Yes, it was a stupid deal but a necessary one. And one that nobody else needed to know about. At least it wasn't that his soul was going to Hell for this deal. Deciding the best thing was to agree with his big brother, Sam nodded.

"Good," Dean nodded once and then walked past Sam to get out of the room, "By the way, I'm not done with you about this deal. But you're right. We need to save the girls first."

It was time for some more smut. That's the last of it for now, and the rest is getting on with saving the kids and the angels...will they do it in time? PLease R&R