.: Chapter 13 :.

It was a cool night, the parking lot was mysteriously deserted, then again it was nearly 1am. A bank of fog rolled in obscuring the cars in the parking lot but anyone walking through would hear the slight creaking of metal and the closer they got to the classic car parked under the weeping willow, would notice the moans and groans coming from its interior. Dean didn't care and apparently Lulu wasn't in the mood to care about any peeping toms.

"…off!" she grumbled pulling away to yank at his jacket. Dean jerked, surprised at her strength but quickly shed the leather jacket. Her grin barely registered in his brain as he pulled her to him again. One hand twined in her long wavy hair slipping behind her neck, but Dean felt her hands fumbling at his waist.

"Wait." Dean said against her lips, one hand reaching between them as he pulled away.

"No..." Her fingers pried the belt from the buckle shoving his hand away and then Dean was pushed against the seat, her lips soft against his.

He tried again to resist, maybe slow down a little but Lulu wasn't waiting. With a groan Dean wrapped both arms around her, felt the soft contours of her body, the moan sliding past her lips… He trailed his lips along the soft line of her jaw, down the side of her neck, his tongue grazing her skin.

Another sigh and Lulu let her head fall back, eyes drifting closed. She felt his hands slide up her waist, her shirt hiking up her body even more. The other made short work of unbuttoning her shorts and beginning to pull them off, and finding the process too slow for her, Lulu lent him a hand.

"You're in a hurry." Dean managed to say before she was yanking on his shirt. It went over his head, lost somewhere in the Impala.

"Shut up." And then she was kissing him.

Dean grunted, felt her teeth bite his lower lip and heard her giggle. Up until then he'd been happy to let her take charge, following her lead.

Lulu, quickly pulled at his pants and underwear nearly ripping them from his body. Now that both were completely nude Lulu straddled Dean's hips, her entrance right over his member. Positioning herself, she quickly pushed him inside of her.

'It was hot, too hot.' Lulu thought. She could feel the beads of sweat on her skin; feel the heat from his body, the burning of his lips against her breast, his hands gripping her hips as they rocked back and forth.

Strands of golden brown hair were pasted to her back and neck; they twined around his wrist as he pulled her head back. His lips touched the pulse at her neck, his tongue trailing down to the hollow at her throat. She dug her fingers into his arm, gripping him as her body shuddered. He could feel her heart beat, its rapid staccato a match for his own and then they clung to each other. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hot breath whispering past his ear and the little gasping pant brought a satisfied smile to his face.

~…~

The windows were completely fogged up. Dean wiped them from the inside, flipped the windshield wipers on and blasted the heater. Still, the glass kept fogging up. He looked back to Lulu as she was pulling her tank top and shorts back on.

"You weren't that feisty the first time." he commented

Lulu looked at him and smiled, "Well, I was drunk."

Dean could only laugh at her comment "Wanna go to your motel?"

"Yes…"

Dean started up the impala and drove with the window half open, the heater blasting in the front, and Lulu snuggled into his side with her head in the crook of his shoulder. He was happy.

Lulu let her eyes drift closed, the cold air from the open window only serving to make her snuggle more into the green eyed man's side. She was content, which was a first in many years.

~…..~

Lulu woke with a start quickly sitting up as she did. She looked around the room, she felt some one watching her. She looked down to her side noticing Dean beginning to stir, she laid herself down on top of his bare chest as his eyes began to open.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Hi."

"What are you doing up?"

"Thought someone was watching us."

"Huh?"

"I felt someone watching us."

"Seriously, did you see anything?"

"No just felt it, I guess I'm just a bit paranoid."

"Hey, that's okay in this business you gotta be." He placed his hand in the small of her back and started to rub small circles into it.

"Then I guess I'm not as weird as I thought, huh."

Dean gave her a skeptical look, "When were you ever weird?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe when I was a teenager trying to escape the world by crawling under her grandparents porch."

"Come on Mouse, we where all just a little weird growing up."

"Yeah I remember when Angel used to run around with her magic wand shouting out random words, saying she was turning us all into her slaves."

"Hey, don't laugh it worked."

"Only after she started giving us the dreaded puppy eyes."

"Yeah, the one thing from Sam I wish she had never learned."

Lulu laghed kissing Dean on the cheek, "You poor thing."

Dean chuckled lightly as Lulu laid her head on his shoulder, "Those were some great times though."

"Yeah…"

Lulu closed her eyes slightly when suddenly noticed a woman in a victorian dress staring right at her. She quickly sat up and shuffled over to the other side of the bed. Dean saw the woman too and quickly placed himself between the ghost and Lulu.

"What do you want?!" Lulu shouted

"The girl…"

"Stay away from Angel, you bitch!" Dean shouted

Suddenly a shot was fired from behind Dean and the victorian woman screamed out in pain and disappeared. Dean turned around to see Lulu pointing her salt gun in the spot where the ghost had previously been. She sighed lowering in the gun into her lap. "Damn ghost." she looked at Dean and placed a hand on his cheek, "You alright babe?"

Dean gave her a smirk "Did I ever tell you just how sexy you look holding a gun?"

Lulu gave him a similar smirk then leaned in and kissed him.

~…..~

Sam and Angel were sleeping peacefully in their motel room. Angel's head was lying on top of Sam's chest while he had his arms wrapped tightly around her. Angel's eyes sleepily fluttered open and she looked up at Sam. She pulled herself up his body till her lips were right next to his ears, "I love you…" she said silently. She then placed her head in the crook of his neck falling back into a soundless sleep. Sam woke at the sound of Angel's voice, he hadn't heard what she said but he knew she was talking to him. He looked down at her sleeping form, noticing how when the moonlight coming from the window hit her form it made her look as if she was glowing. Sam was put into a trance till he noticed a shadow cross the window causing him to look up only to see the ghost of Martha Lanier looking at them through the window. Sam held Angel as close as he could, scowling at the ghost. Martha lifted her arm as if to reach out to grab something "Give her to me!" she demanded

"Over my dead body."

"Give her to me!"

"Never."

"She is mine, give her to me!"

"She's not yours, she's mine!" Sam had had enough he placed Angel back onto the bed as he got up and walked to the door, grabbing salt and Angel's iron knife. He opened the door and stepped out finding himself face to face with the ghost, he looked her right in the eye "Your starting to get on my nerves!" he quickly stabbed her in the stomach then dowsed her in salt. She screamed wildly then vanished from sight.

"Sam…"

Sam quickly turned around at the sound of his name to see Angel standing in the doorway rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Angel… what are you doing up?"

"I heard a noise." she looked down at his hands noticing her knife and an empty bag of salt. "Ghost again?"

"Yeah."

She pointed to his hand "That my knife?"

"Yeah it is."

"Using it is gonna cost ya." she grabbed it from his hand and headed inside with Sam right behind her.

"Oh, yeah?" he said closing the door.

"mhmm."

"And what am I suppose to pay you with?"

Angel placed a finger on her lips, "Kisses."

"Oh, then I'll be sure to pay off my debt."

She placed the knife onto the table and turned around to find Sam there. He bent down close to her placing his hands on the table behind her, they leaned in closer till their lips connected into a sweet kiss. When they pulled back Sam let out a light chuckle.

Angel looked up at him confusingly, "What?"

"Your so short."

Angel then took in that Sam was bent over her and that when they kissed she had to bring herself up on her toes, "Shut up."

Sam let out another chuckle grabbing Angel's hand and leading her back to the bed, they both slid under the sheets and Sam wrapped his arms around Angel bringing her closer. "Now go back to sleep,ok"

"Ok."

And with that they both fell back into a soundless sleep.

Ayame: Ok so that's all for this chapter, I hope you enjoyed.

Aqunae: Well of course they would.

Ayame: Would you shut up!

Aqunae: Once again we're fighting.

Ayame: Oh, go jump off a cliff.

Aqunae: Already did remember.

Ayame: Anyways, thank you for reading and please stay tuned for more chapters and don't forget to leave a reveiw! Kyu~!