Things are starting to move slower now that we're nearing the end. There will be one more after this. Thank you for all the support. I'm honored to have written with NCSUPNATFAN who helped me a lot. Thank you.

Chapter 14

Christina woke up with her phone buzzing. Blindly she lifted and gripped her phone to shut off the alarm she had set. She cracked an eye expecting to see one or both of her brothers hovering above her. But she sat up alone in her room breathing in a sigh of relief. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before she climbed out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. She looked at her pale and tired reflection in the mirror and sighed. She turned on the cold water and splashed her face. She let the water slide down her face before looking at her reflection again. She shook her head as it still looked just as tired and worn as before. She grabbed a hand towel to quickly dry her face telling herself mirrors only saw skin deep.

She didn't waste a lot of time as she quickly dressed to her hiking shoes and ran her fingers through her hair before she pulled it in a ponytail. She pulled her hoodie over her head as the days were cooler since the recent rain storms. She needed to make a few phone calls before her brothers turned her attention to them trying to convince her to head back with them.

As she closed her door behind her she curiously opened Lark's bedroom door and peered inside. Dean and Lark were still asleep with Lark laying her head on Dean's chest and her arm underneath his shirt. Christina smiled and took a picture of the two together before she quietly closed the door. Even though they were still dressed and they were just sleeping, she could still feel the love and hoped that Lark's wall around her feelings were crashing down. As Christina walked down the hallway to the stairs she wished silently that the two would seal the deal before Lark was able to leave. She knew if Dean really wanted to he could call their angel friend Castiel to come and heal her leg. But figured he didn't want to give Lark the opportunity to leave.

But her mind switched tasks when she saw Devin walk wearily out of his suite looking pale and looked like he would pass out any second or throw up.

"Are you okay there, Devin?" Christina asked helping Devin to a chair as he was leaning hard on the front desk. She remembered how she was on her first hunt nearly ten years ago and could relate. Devin covered his face with his hands and let out a sick groan. "You stay here, I'm going to bring you something to drink."

"Whiskey...Please..." Devin croaked out looking up at Christina who shook her head.

"Trust me, whiskey would only make it worse. Here." She picked up a small waste basket and placed it on his lap. Devin's hands wrapped around and brushed against hers making both of them freeze. Christina's cheeks began to glow red as Devin looked up at her. His deep blue eyes attaching themselves on her hazel ones. They stood there frozen for several minutes before he dropped his gaze and threw up. Christina reached over and grabbed some tissues that were placed behind the desk and handed him the box. "I'll be right back with some tea."

Devin nodded grabbing the box and lowering his head back inside the waste basket.

~DSCWIN~

Sam woke up to hearing someone sick downstairs. He pushed himself on his elbows and looked around. The spare bed that was in his room hadn't been slept in and he forgot Dean didn't leave Lark at all. Looks like I owe Christy twenty bucks. He thought as he sat up and headed for the bathroom for his normal morning routine. He let the warm water from his shower cascade over his body before he quickly finished and got dressed. He pulled on his socks and shoes before he left his room.

As he headed for the stairs and could hear the heavy gagging down by the front desk. He walked down the stairs to see Devin's head in the waste basket his gagging echoing. The doors to the dining room opened and Christina walked out carrying a cup of tea with a honey bottle sticking out of her hoodie's pocket. He watched as she set the cup and honey on the front desk.

"Devin, now you need to drink this slowly." Christina said making Devin look up from the waste basket. He looked like death had warmed over. "Also nibble on this. It should help." She placed a left over biscuit next to the honey and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"O...Okay." He groaned fighting another round of nausea as he weakly grabbed the biscuit.

"Sam, would you take him into his room, while I make us something to eat, please?" Sam looked over at Devin and nodded. He sometimes hated being the muscle when Dean wasn't around, but did what his sister asked. But as he left he barely saw the thin red line of a blush growing on his sister's cheeks.

~DSCWIN~

Lark sighed contently as she ran a hand over Dean's chest feeling how buff he was. She could feel his warm body mold against her's and tilted her head to find his strong jaw line just so she could plant butterfly kisses along it. She soon found his luscious lips and gave him a brief kiss. Lark could feel his lips kissing her back and thought that she was having an intense dream. But after a moment she closed and reopened her eyes she found herself staring into pools of green that sparkled with desire. Dean arched his eye brows but didn't say anything.

"Oh...shit!" Lark cried out realizing that she was half lying on Dean and had just kissed him. Her face heated up with embarrassment as she started to push away only to find he had an arm wrapped securely around her.

"Now, I don't mind being woke up like that." Dean smirked trying not to laugh at the situation.

"Wha...Oh crap..." she hissed when she tried to move her ankle and winced in pain.

"Hey you okay?" He asked as he switched from being flirty to worried in seconds flat. His eyes went from her face to her ankle.

Lark leaned slightly against him as she looked to her ankle and seeing the boot she was wearing. "Alright," she said trying really hard not to blush with Dean so close. "Yesterday after we killed the monster was a blur...would you mind filling in the holes for me?" Dean nodded silently. "Alright, I barely remember being taken to the emergency room. Was that with you?"

"Yeah, and you weren't really a happy camper about the nurses touching your ankle. They had to sedate you twice. Once to get you into x-ray while the second time was to put you in the boot. By they way I hope you weren't attached to those jeans you were wearing yesterday. 'Cause they had to cut them off of you to get to your foot."

"How bad is it?"

"Not that bad actually. But it's still bad, but it's just a bad sprain, torn ligaments and a hairline fracture." He carefully rolled out of the bed as he placed pillows behind her and gently pushed her against the headboard. He gently lifted her leg as he placed a new fluffed pillow beneath her foot. "I am to instruct you that you aren't allowed to put any weight on your foot for two weeks. I have your discharge papers here with the instructions as well as your pain med prescription if you need them."

"Thanks." Lark mumbled still trying to wrap her head around her kissing him. She thought she had been dreaming it but when it turned our real, it felt fantastic.

"I stayed with you last night in case you needed anything." He said pulling clean clothes from his bag. "I'm sure you wanna take a shower and get cleaned up before we head downstairs."

Lark looked down at the hospital outfit she had on and frowned for a moment. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea." She slid to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle off, she let out a groan as her ankle began to ache because of the action.

"You can't do this on your own. Let me help." Dean said scooping her up before she could protest.

Lark let out a soft cry of surprise as Dean gathered her in his strong arms and carried her in her bathroom to deposit her on the commode. She wasn't sure what he planned on doing as he pulled the shower curtain back and started the water getting to a comfortable temperature. He turned back to her and frowned slightly before he knelt down and started to remove the boot.

"Are you supposed to do that?" Lark asked cautiously.

"You shouldn't get this wet." Dean told her looking up into her face. He made sure he'd understood how it was fastened as he pulled the Velcro strips loose before gently sliding her foot out.

Lark felt sick as she looked down at her swollen, bruised ankle and hissed when she wiggled her toes.

"That's not a great idea." Dean told her as he reached down to help her too her foot. "So I'll help ya get inside so that you can strip out of those clothes so that you could take a shower. Then I'll have a towel ready for you when you're done."

Lark wavered slightly and braced herself on Dean's strong chest before he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the tub. Once she had her balance, he let her go and pulled the curtain closed. Lark stood there a moment as the hospital outfit got soaked. She carefully pulled the damp shirt over her head while she gently pulled down the shorts and undies until they were now down around her good ankle. She removed her bra and let it drop inside the tub.

"You alright in there?" Dean called through the cracked door.

"Yeah, just getting washed." Lark said blushing as she quickly rinsed her hair. She poured some shampoo into her hand and lathered it in, careful not to move more then was necessary as she was afraid to slip and fall. She quickly washed her hair out and managed to get her body lathered up with soap and washed off quickly. After she felt cleaner she turned off the water, she nearly fell when an arm with a towel thrust inside the curtain allowing her to grab hold to regain her balance.

"Do you need one for your hair?" Dean asked. "I know my sister uses two, as well as Sam sometimes."

"Yes please. That would help." Lark replied drying off her face before wrapping the towel around her body before another towel was awaiting her. She accepted and wrapped her hair in the towel.

"You decent?"

"Yes."

Dean pulled the curtain back and didn't waste time admiring her before he helped her out and sat her back down on the commode to sit down. As Lark was finishing drying her hair, Dean knelt down to carefully dry off her wounded foot before he put the boot back on. She was happy that Dean didn't see her cheeks burned brightly as he moved his hands up and down her leg as the boot was slid on.

"My bag has some clean clothes inside if you'll get me some, and could you give me a minute I have to pee."

"Sure. I'll get changed while I wait." Dean said stepping out closing the door behind him. He found her bag and he began to pull out clean clothes that would be easy for her to put on. He felt like a pervert as he dove in deeper find a bra and matching undies near the bottom of the bag. Lark was still using the bathroom so he quickly undressed out of his sleep clothes and grabbed clean street clothes.

"I'm ready." Lark called just as Dean finished putting on his socks.

Dean set the clean clothes on the bathroom sink and Lark looked at his choices. "I figured sweats will be the choice of pants until you can get that boot off. As there's no way your skinny jeans will be able to get over that boot."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Lark said blushing as Dean turned around to allow her to get her undies, bra and shirt on without him looking. "Speaking of which guess I'm needing to buy another pair."

He listened quietly as he kept hearing the rustling of clothes and Lark's angry mumbling as she struggled to get dressed. "Once you're decent, I can help with those sweats." He suggested. "You don't need a broken nose with your sprained ankle."

"Damnit!" She cursed as she tried to get her boot into the other leg of the sweats. "I can't get them over this damn boot. Would you give it a try?"

Dean turned around and saw Lark had everything and half her sweats. But he did see that she was struggling with the boot. "Here let me try." He chuckled as she grabbed the counter to keep herself from falling. He shook the leg that wasn't on and tried to gently pull the pant leg over the boot. But after a moment he looked up at her and said, "I don't think it's gonna go on unless you want to split the seam. The leg is just too small."

"Man!" Lark groaned shaking her head. "Guess I could wear shorts then." She didn't want to destroy her wardrobe but knew she had a couple pairs of sleeper shorts inside her bag. "There should be a couple of shorts in my bag."

"Alright." Dean grunted getting back up to look through her bag. He came back with a pair of cotton sleep shorts and slipped them over her bad foot first before sliding them up until they reached her thighs. He helped her stand up as she finished pulling them up letting them sit on her hips. Dean felt something stirring deep inside him as he looked down into her blue eyes easily getting lost in them.

Lark's body tingled as she reached up and planted her hands on his chest. She looked up into his smoldering green pools and could feel the heat of desire building throughout her body. Before they could stop, Dean captured her lips with his and he pulled her body closer feeling her kissing back in response. After a minute of kissing Dean broke the connection but continued to stare at her.

"I guess we should see if the others are up." Lark mumbled not sure what to do or say.

"Yeah," Dean stammered. "Yeah, you're probably right." He cleared his throat before picking her up in his arms.

"Wait, my crutches." Lark said reaching out and grabbing them as they passed. She helped Dean open her bedroom door allowing him to keep her close to him.

Dean carried her downstairs and found Sam and Christina in the dining room drinking coffee and talking quietly to each other. Dean ignored the knowing smirky looks his brother and sister was giving him as he placed Lark gently down in a chair. He glared at them, daring either one to say or do something.

"So what's for breakfast?" Dean asked taking a seat next to Lark.

"I think you already had some breakfast." Christina said with a large smirk. She shot Lark a look making her blush and shake her head gently. "Okay. No need to kiss and tell then." Christina smirked dropping some keys on the table in front of Lark.

"What's this for?" Dean asked grabbing them before Lark could.

"I fixed her radiator." Christina said with a triumphant smile on her face.

"You fixed my car?" Lark asked. "I thought you said there was only a leak?"

"Yes I did. But I had to buy you a new radiator by using Dean's credit card." Christina shot Dean a full teeth smile her eyes sparkling. "So you can thank him for buying you a radiator." She winked at Lark making her cheeks turn deep rose.

"So, what are you planning on doing then?" Dean asked glowering at his sister. "You plan on fighting Sam and me tooth and nail to stay?"

"Actually I'm just wanting to stay one maybe two more nights. Since I did sacrifice my vacation. Nothing towards you, Lark." Christina added giving Lark a bright smile. "Besides I promised Devin I'd help clean and fix up the place so he can return to business."

"But what about..."

"I'm planning on staying too." Sam said cutting off Dean's opinion on Christina staying. "So you don't have to worry about her being alone."

"I wasn't going to say that." Dean said sitting down looking for the food to magically appear in front of him.

"You didn't have to, bro." Christina said standing up and walking into the kitchen. She came out a few minutes later with a large serving try with plates full of food and a pitcher of fresh coffee. "Eat up everyone." She said with a smile. "Some of us are going to have a long trip a head of us." Dean and Lark exchanged a look before loading up their plates of delicious food.