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Chapter 20

Rain hammering down against the windshield, Dean predicted the storm was going to be a violent one and ironically when it did start to rain, it really did pour. Not entirely sure how long he had been driving, Dean's focus was slowly returning; it wasn't uncommon for the older hunter to drive all night if that's what his head needed. Driving the Impala had a way of calming him, of helping him think straight through all of his 'fucked' up situations. Eyes never leaving the empty road ahead, he could sense her, still sitting at his side - silently and patiently waiting for him to swallow down the Winchester pride and talk to her. Problem was, the anger hadn't settled; if anything it was increasing the longer he had to sit in the awkward and uncomfortable silence that threatened to drown everything they had just started to be again...

Seeing a motel quickly approaching on the left, Dean already white knuckling the wheel turned the car sharply into the parking lot. Skidding to a stop just next to the reception, he pulled the keys from the ignition.

"What..." Sarah started only to pause and look at where they had stopped "What are you doing?"

"Sorting this, once and for all!" Dean retorted, pushing open the driver's door he slammed it shut behind him; making Sarah jump slightly at how quickly the sound echoed around the small space in which she sat. Remaining seated, she watched him enter the reception and ask for what had to be a room. Head hurting, heart beating too fast and stomach uncontrollably rolling Sarah could not help but feel hesitant at what was about to happen. Humanity had taught her these emotions and she hated it, she might as well be a human with the way she was acting.

Pulling her from her thoughts she heard Dean who'd momentarily opened the driver's door to talk to her "You coming or you going to sit in the car for the next few hours?" Slamming the door he at least waited for her. Nodding Sarah followed, pushing open the passenger door she stepped out into the rain casting a quick glance over the car at him. Still looking angry he locked the car and headed over to where the rooms were located.

Inserting the key into the lock, he pushed the door open, allowing Sarah to walk in first. Not walking completely into the room she paused. Dean however after slamming the door shut behind him again suddenly started acting like he owned the place. Soaked through from the storm outside he headed for the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the rack he returned back into the room; throwing it down on to the bed.

"Do you really have to keep doing that?" Sarah asked, looking in the direction of the door, she understood that he was beyond angry but did he really have to keep making that point with every single object around him?

Dean smirked, glaring over at her "Why? Is it angering you?" He sarcastically asked whilst grabbing the collar of his jacket. Pulling his jacket and open shirt from his frame, Sarah could feel the intensity between them once again crackling, leaving him in just a black t-shirt he grabbed the towel and quickly dried his hair and face. She remembered Dean Winchester wet well and even now, wearing more clothes than the last time she could feel her heart picking up the pace.

Exhaling deeply Sarah didn't know if stopping at a Motel was about to help their situation, suddenly she wasn't thinking about the now, she was thinking about what had happened the last time they were in a motel room alone together... "You already know why I couldn't tell you that I was alive..." Sarah quietly said, they'd been dancing around this subject ever since she'd come back; there was no need to rehash that painful argument that they'd had previously when another one was clearly about to come seconds from now.

Dean nodded "That I get. I don't like it. But I get it. What I don't get, is how you remained in contact with Cas for all that time and did not once consider letting him tell me that you were alive?"

"I did consider it. I considered it every day. Castiel was only in contact with me for a short while after I had been imprisoned in Araboth. He suddenly then went quiet without a word and I was cut off from you..."

Tilting his head, Dean's jaw clenched at her reply "He was your way of watching over me? So what, the messages only went one way? You told me you had no way of communicating with me. Turns out you did, you just chose not to utilise it! Turns out you and Cas have both been lying to me!" He argued.

Sarah really not wanting to fight against him again passed him a saddened look "Dean I did not lie to hurt you. Please try and understand why I asked Castiel not to say anything. Neither he or you could do anything about my situation, I was locked away with our daughter. I thought I was never getting out and you needed to keep moving forward. For you to be told about me being trapped and with child, it surely would have held you back and nothing could be done. I asked him not to say anything because I have always wanted you to be happy and you found that..."

And there it was, it was bound to come out sooner or later because Dean was yet to talk to her about that night "Stop!" He quickly interjected "Stop making what you did okay. It's not. I would have given anything to know you were okay and you took that from me. Just like you took Laylah..." He replied spitefully, almost instantly regretting it watching her expression shift rather too quickly.

"That was not my fault! I would never have intentionally kept her from you!" Sarah suddenly snapped back "Do you not know me at all?" Adrenaline pumping hard, their fight was escalating and fast. Taking a deep breathe she tried to neutralise the situation but looking at Dean now, he had no intention of letting this one go "What can I say Dean? I could do nothing! I had to believe I was doing the right thing..."

He sneered, shaking his head at her reply "Can you really say anything?"

"I am sorry, I'm sorry for it all." She quietly replied.

"You're sorry? I don't think that's going to cut it somehow right now...what exactly are you sorry for?" He asked taking a step forward, his eyes scrutinising her "Dying, coming back and not finding a way to tell me which you apparently had the means to do all along, Sam falling in to the pit with your brother locked inside or you suddenly showing up after a year and a half with this big announcement that I have a daughter, the same girl that had somehow managed to find her way directly to me. I mean what a way to drop that bombshell on me!" He was shouting and clearly this was a side she was yet to see "Just think about how much pain and suffering you could have prevented if you had just got word to me in the beginning..."

But something was quickly changing inside of Sarah and she could no longer just stand there and take what he should give when he wasn't even trying to see it from her side. Smirking she forced the hurt down and moved slowly towards him "Really Dean? You are actually going to stand there and try and make me feel guilty for all of my mistakes? You don't have to do that because I already feel bad enough! Just remember you was not the only one that lost someone that day! I have suffered loss, just like you. I lost Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel..." Feeling the lumps quickly gathering in her throat, she ignored them - forcing out what she needed to say... "My bloodline is almost non existant. I may be an Angel but it still hurts all the same!" Dean tried to interject but she pushed on cutting him off "I lost you by no choice of my own, I had to force myself to live without you because that was the price for keeping me and Laylah alive, I never took her from you! How can you even say that to me?" He'd pushed her too far, after everything that had happened that morning, this is not what she needed. Already she could feel herself struggling to control the emotions that were all colliding against each other. Eyes sharply piercing into one another, she could not stop what she was about to say, the thoughts had been on her mind too long..."The only difference between you and I Dean was that you was not alone for the past year and a half. You found a family and you moved on, from me, from us..."

Suddenly Dean was standing inches from her, his eyes showing something deadly "Only because you and Sam told me to!" He argued making her flinch back slightly "Tell me something, if I had 'moved' on from you, how comes whenever I was with Lisa, all I saw was you, all I thought about was you!"

"Dean..." Sarah stupidly tried to interrupt.

"How dare you say that to me? After everything! After I let you in to my mind?!" Dean argued, angrily tapping his finger against his temple.

"How dare I say that?! Dean not shortly after I read your mind. your past was calling..."

"So what? You didn't stick around long enough to watch me hang up the phone. I called for you over and over but you ignored me. You didn't want to hear me" Was he talking about the night before or after she'd passed? Vunerability spilling over, Dean hated the way she was making him feel in that moment, he snapped; stepping back he turned away from her. Needing to strike out against something but quickly deciding it was best not to vent in the direction of the Angel behind, he lashed - violently, knocking a lamp across the room; it flew - colliding loudly against the opposite wall "Son of a bitch" He cursed dragging his hand down his face. "What are you doing to me?"

Cautiously Sarah stepped towards him, raising her hands gently in his direction "Dean, please, calm down..."

Feeling her at such a close proximity, he watched her out the corner of his eye actually try and touch him, growling at her he had no intention of calming. Why the hell should he? Swiping round he forcefully grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and forcefully shoved her back against the wall with a thud. A fleeting side thought was that she had actually let him move her in such a way... "Don't tell me to calm down!" His voice bellowed. Holding her there he wasn't about to admit it but behind the anger and rage he could feel her overpowering senses emitting into him; taking his breath away like she used to. But, he was too lost. Balling his fist, he didn't hesitate, he struck the wall just next to where her head was resting; eyes glaring he leaned in closer "You died, you left me! Just like everyone else in my goddamned life!"

"Dean..." Sarah whispered, the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, at some point she had rested her hands on his chest; if he got any closer they were surely about to become one "I'm sorry" Exhaling deeply even Dean could feel himself shaking slightly from the anger and adrenaline that was coursing through every inch of him, bowing his head he looked to the ground momentarily - searching for even just an inch of control over his emotions; keeping her against the wall she remained still in his grip. Slowly he raised his head and glared down at her, they were silent, their eyes doing all the communicating.

Back resting up against the wall, Sarah remained still. Dean would surely do what he needed to. Feeling his hands roughly on her had her body suddenly reacting to him in a way she shouldn't be feeling in such a heated situation but too quickly was she sensing what Dean was about to do before he did it... Thoughts spiralling, heart thundering and legs weakening at the very thoughts that seemed to be passing through his mind in that very second, Sarah couldn't help but gasp at the overpowering senses she could feel from him "Dean..." She whispered but he'd cut her off, leaning down his lips crashed against hers; to feel the mix of anger and passion had her head spinning.

Moving forward slightly Dean slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the wall and into him. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer to her, lips never parting Dean almost lost it completely in the moment of her tongue sliding up against his. God she was already driving him wild, clearly she had been thinking about this moment just as much as Dean had. Groaning deep within his chest, Dean didn't hesitate, leaning down he effortlessly picked her up but what was more surprising in that moment? She'd responded to his spontaneous movement with no hesitation and just naturally wrapped her legs around his waist without him having to guide her.

Lost in everything that was Dean Winchester, Sarah barely felt herself being pushed back against the wall, all she could feel was Dean's lips against hers. Feeling him push her harder against the wall and angle himself against her had Sarah's hand flying to his chest for support, with the pressure building inside and all of her senses heightening Sarah couldn't help but let a moan escape her. This only intensifying Dean's desire for her, struggling to remain in control, he could feel all of the senses she was emitting and it was taking everything not to lose himself completely. "Dean, please..." He heard Sarah whisper and even this, nearly turned the Hunter out. Pulling back slightly their eyes met and he was sure his breathe had suddenly got caught in his throat, Sarah couldn't have looked any more beautiful if she tried. Her eyes were wide with uncertainty but filled with a lust only Dean got the pleasure of seeing, her lips were parted slightly as she tried to control her breathing and her body, was reacting to everything he did. Hand fisting his shirt, it was clear she was struggling to understand the feelings and emotions that were flooding through her; unbeknown but lucky for her Dean was about to amplify everything..."Sarah..." He groaned; his voice suddenly a lot more gravelly than before. With their intensity that powerful, he momentarily closed his eyes; fighting for the breathe she seemed to keep taking in these moments. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in, smoothly pushing himself against her; his eyes intensly looked into hers "Tell me you want this, because once I start, I won't stop"

Listening to him Sarah could feel herself falling just at his words, even they were evoking such a reaction within her being, a reaction she still didn't understand fully. Decision time, no matter how daunting it might be. Exhaling deeply, she moved forward into his arms, her embrace tightening "I want this." She whispered unsteadily, feeling that familiar fear and hesitation creeping up on her "I don't want you to stop. I trust you"

Not needing to hear any more, Dean casually turned them, carrying her over to the bed he couldn't help but quickly think that for an Angel with six wings she was surprisingly light. Leaning forwards he gently dipped her down onto the mattress, feeling her arms release his shoulders he pulled back slightly watching her smoothly sit up. Moving his hands towards her, he grabbed a hold of either side of jacket and pulled it from her frame. Watching her watch his every movement intently, he nodded reassuringly; not forgetting how innocent she truly was. Straightening himself up, he gripped onto his shirt and casually pulled it up over his head only to start working on the buttons of his jeans. Sarah however had felt her breathe get caught in her throat, it had undeniably been too long since her eyes had admired the man that was Dean Winchester.

Sculpted to perfection just like she remembered, she literally had to force herself through the apprehension of what was about to happen, following his lead like she had before, she proceeded to slowly remove her clothes in sync with him; their heated stares never each other. Being such a pure Angel, he was the first and only man to lay his hands on her in such a way and Sarah was suddenly inwardly cursing at herself for believing their second time, if they were to ever have one, would at least be a litte easier. Sitting there, a Seraphim Angel, completely bare and at the mercy of the man who held her heart; Sarah was having one of those very rare moments of feeling petrified and Dean could see that as clear as day...

Not letting her linger in her thoughts for too long, he kissed her and hard, sliding his tongue up against hers he skillfully pushed her back down against the mattress; leaning in between her open and shaking legs. Skin against skin they could feel the electricity coursing through one another, supporting himself up with his left arm Dean tenderly stroked her cheek with his right hand, whilst working hard to control his own breathing "Relax" He whispered.

Nodding she tried, that was until his lips were back on hers and his hands were working their way up and down her with perfection, carressing what skin he could. Dean wasn't going to lie, he loved touching her, the sounds he could pull from her and the way in which she would arch up against his fingertips had his excitment increasingly rapidly. Unlike their first time, Sarah could feel that this time was undoubtedly different, she could feel their passion intensifying; their need for each other painfully growing the longer they were disconnected.

Wanting to feel her closer to him, Dean was struggling to keep himself in control, heart beating too fast and adrenaline pumping he had to consider the Angel that lay beneath him. Pausing for only he second, he leant up, heatedly glancing down at her; waiting he watched her nod. Feeling his lip curl upwards slightly he nodded at her silent reply, with perfect precision and speed he smoothly pushed up against and into her. Not prepared for the sensation that struck hard against her being, Sarah couldn't help but cry out at the pleasure that had suddenly ricocheted through every inch of her in the moment of him moving against her, her hands instinctively gripping onto his muscular sides for support. Groaning Dean was suddenly feeling all of her overpowering senses as they were emitting into him one by one the closer they became. Her emotions that intense it forced his eyes to momentarily close, growling deep within his chest his fists clenched at the sheets beneath them as he took everything she was feeling. Never in all of his life did someone turn him out the way Sarah did, only with her did he experience a closeness he could not explain. Hearing a loud moan escape her lips, his eyes looked down at her, eyes closed she was completely lost in the passion they were sharing; meeting his every movement with her own.

Breathless, even Dean could feel her shaking, undeniably climbing because that emotion was being unintentionally emittied directly into him, slowly pushing him to the edge. "Dean..." She whispered feeling him subtly push harder. To her, everything was peaking to the point of not only pure bliss but a hint of pain too. With that familiar release, she had only felt once before building, her whole body remained a little hesitant and unsure of how to process such a concentrated amount of power and energy, second by second her skin was growing hotter and hotter and she suddenly found her eyes searching the man's above for reassurance. But, listening to his breathing deepen and watching Dean fall deeper into his own pleasure did not help in that moment. Heart picking up the pace rapidly and all senses on fire, Sarah's arm reached out to try and grip the sheet for support but instead felt Dean's hand grip onto hers, holding her in place; eye's locking with a stare that threatened to melt her she felt it and hard. Lips crashing down against hers, he happily swallowed her moans of pleasure as he too fell over the edge in unison with her. Too long had they been apart, too long had they been disconnected, together now after everything; they were re-aligning and the soul piece she still held dearly inside of his was once again joining harmoniously with the puzzle that was still and would always be, Dean Winchester.

Eyes open Sarah lay still, her head resting down on Dean's chest. With the sheet draped over her body, Sarah listened to the calming sound of Dean sleep whilst his arm held her tightly to him. He'd drifted off slowly after they'd reconnected and had a calmer conversation about Laylah. Sarah smiled. Dean had asked many questions about her, including how she could be possibly be twelve when Sarah had been missing from his life for just over a year and a half... Sarah explained that Heaven although their main purpose was to create life, they required solder's, not children. Children of Heaven aged depending on the knowledge they are born with, having Sarah as a mother matured her quicker than most. This however was in her favour as children of Heaven who did not mature fast enough, were discarded and cast out.

Sarah continued to tell Dean all she could, that being on Earth Laylah's aging will decrease to the normality of a human, that she has her father's sleep and eating patterns and that she possesses both of their fight, strength and survival instinct. The only thing that differed Laylah from her mother was that being half human, she was at risk of falling victim to the many evils that walked the Earth and this is what scared Sarah the most, that her daughter could be killed by any object and not just the Angilian and Devilian blades. Dean had listened and was learning it all. He'd pulled her closer and assured her that he got why she worried but Laylah being a Winchester meant she was a survivor and Dean promised to do all he could to protect their little girl. No matter what was about to happen, she would be safe from the forces of Heaven and Hell.

Sensing him stirring, he shuffled slightly, his grip subtly tightening "You let me fall asleep?" He asked.

Sarah nodded "I thought you could use a little, before we... you had been driving for hours, you needed to rest Dean"

Dean smiled, appreciating the little things she continually did for him "Thanks but..." He paused, turning slightly to glance at the clock on the bedside table "I only got the room for a few hours so we need to be heading out soon..."

Sarah smirked, shaking her head she leant up, glancing round at him "I bet that didn't look suspect at all to the owner"

Dean chuckled "I think you'd be surprised by how much it does happen sweetheart..."

Sarah's face dropped a little, still she struggled to understand the human race and how they could act in such an animalistic way; this had Dean laughing - a sound Sarah had not heard in a while, a sound she missed greatly. Groaning he leant up, placing a much more gentle kiss on her lips; his eyes momentarily lingering on the sheet that so unfairly covered her body "Come on, as much I'd love to stay here with you, you can bet Bobby and Laylah are wondering where we are..."

Sarah nodded "I would say that's a definite, Jaoel can only keep her occupied for so long..."

About to pull himself up off the bed, Dean paused turning to look at her "Jaoel?" He asked and although Sarah could see the look in his eye, she could feel him alot clearer now, she could feel the jealousy and dislike for the Angel.

"He is just my friend Dean. I do not have a lot of those left and he has stood by Laylah and me..."

"Ummm" Dean murmered, edging back across the bed towards her, raising his hand he placed it down on her chest just where Jaoel had - subtly he could feel her reacting "Watching him, with you, it looked intimate..."

Sarah passed him a brief sympathetic look, reaching up she rested her hand on his, emitting a memory into his mind. The memory of the exact moment they had joined together and how she felt in that moment. Intense was an understatement. Exhaling deeply Dean's eyes fixed on her. "Dean you are the first and only man I want to touch me in such a way. What we have and what we do is intimate." Sarah softly replied.

Smirking Dean leant forward, kissing her, a lot more heatedly than the last time "My Angel" He whispered.

Sarah smiled pulling him in to the kiss deeper 'Always' He heard within his mind.

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