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Chapter 25

The rest of the practice time was anxiety filled. I wanted to get the battle over with, and it only made me feel worse that Dean would be involved where I could see him. This hunt was a bad idea from the start. Pulling in a deep breath I watched from a fallen tree, my head on my hand, using my arm for support. I was too tired to stay up for this as I watched Dean and Sam take on Jasper. Jasper wouldn't use powers, he had promised, to help them train for the battle, which we could only assume would happen tomorrow.

Jake called the other wolves, informing them of the upcoming battle and they would be arriving in a few minutes to watch and learn new tactics against their natural enemies. Jasper had already taught me my role, so all I had to do was wait, and watch, praying all would go well.

I watched while Dean threw out his blade towards Jasper's torso, Jasper avoiding the blade and streaming off to the right of it. Sam was ready though for this, pulling out his weapon he punctured Jasper's throat. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough that Jasper was still shocked. They had been learning to fight for hours against newborns, and finally this try they had stumped Jasper. Thank God.

"Ok. My turn," Emmett grinned stepping up to face off against Jasper. Jasper smirked, circling each other they both stopped short of attacking. They had both heard something to their left. Straightening they waited for what I could only guess was the wolves to arrive.

Slowly, they stepped out of the forest, barely making any noise. What I could only guess as Sam stood at the front, his coat short and black; he was the tallest of them all. Jake, who had been standing on the outskirts watching with his arms crossed, went into the woods to revert into an animal I had never seen before. Never would I have pictured my best friend being a werewolf. It was still all too weird.

Watching the large protectors emerge from the fringes I started to count. After reaching seven I began to feel outnumbered. Three real-life humans verse all of these supernatural creatures. Sure, Dean, Sam, and I had been outnumbered before, but this was starting to get ridiculous.

Suddenly the largest of them all, bigger than even Sam appeared, his tongue lulling out of his enormous mouth as he pranced up to me. His short fur coat was a shiny russet color, so soft it felt like his wolf form had taken a bath in conditioner. His brown eyes were expressive, a joke hiding in them as he looked up at me.

"Hi Jake," I said quietly, petting his satin head. I would know him anywhere, especially with that smile of his. He was so adorable in his wolf form! Just like a fuzzy puppy, but bigger and with sharp teeth. I watched as he laid down, allowing me to pet him, dragging my fingers through his soft fur, while the others stood on the fringes before laying down themselves. Grays, white, black, browns, reds, it seemed none of them was just like the other.

I sighed as I looked at them. They were all gorgeous creatures in this form. Watching their eyes move as one I turned back towards the Cullens. Carlisle came to the front; he bowed a little before realizing it foolish, and straightened up. Displaying his family he stated, "This is my family, Esme, my darling wife." Esme was nice enough to come up to him, wrapping an arm around him, as he pulled her closer. "Alice and Jasper," Alice waved frantically at the group, a full blown smile on her face, while Jasper nodded at them. "Rosalie and Emmett," Rosalie heard her name and looked up, then went back to filing her nails. Emmett waved for a minute before whispering into Rose's ear. She smiled at whatever he had said, probably something about fighting a wolf for fun. "And of course you have met the Winchesters and Bella."

Dean stood next to Sam presenting a united front. I stayed where I was, enjoying the warmth and comfort wolf Jacob could bring me.

"I'm afraid my other son isn't with us. He seems to be having some issues and has been asked to leave."

I thought I heard Dean scoff at the word 'issues'. If anything, Edward had straight up problems and needed to be in a straight jacket for the chaos he was trying to create. Sam smirked while wolf Jake chuckled at Dean's reaction. Hopefully Edward would not be coming back tonight.

The sun was sinking by the time we had called it quits. I checked my watch, we had been at this for 3 hours now. And the vampires and werewolves were still not tired. The boys, that was a different story.

"Ready?" I asked, pushing myself up from the log. My butt was numb and my legs cramped a bit at having to sit for so long without moving. You would think I would have been used to it, driving in a car for hours and days on end, but for some reason, today I was ready to move around.

The boys nodded. They had been standing off to one side watching for the past hour. Seeing new techniques being used, new ways of going after a newborn. Everything would be set for tomorrow. I just prayed I wouldn't screw up. Being bait certainly put pressure on you. Dean walked over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist as I said good bye to Jake. Patting his head I whispered, "See you." I was scared, because I didn't know what would happen tomorrow. Anyone could get injured especially since Alice couldn't tell the future. Cocking his head, Jake stood up, licking my hand, I giggled. "Thanks." Throwing my other arm around Dean, Sam, Dean and I left. It would take quite a few minutes to get back through the woods and to the Impala.

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I must have fallen asleep on the ride back. I barely recall even getting back to the car, let alone putting on my seatbelt.

"I'm going to go out and get a drink," Sam said, climbing out of the car, before pulling the seat up so I could get out. Then he left, leaving me to stretch and look at Dean. He was still in the car, staring ahead at nothing in particular.

"Dean," I mumbled, my voice dry from probably sleeping with my mouth open. I tapped his shoulder, "you ok?"

Shaking his head out of the reverie, Dean looked back at me, his eyes boring into mine. His eyes smiled at me, "I'm fine. You ready to get some more sleep?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah." That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but if he wanted to think that I needed to go to bed…

I slowly climbed out of the car, expecting him to hurry over and help me out. But he was already getting the door. "Dean, wait a sec." I huffed, limping over to him.

"Fine," he replied, holding the door open. Before I knew it though he flung me over his shoulder and was carrying me up the stairs like a bag of flour.

"Put me down you goon!" I screamed, laughing as I hit his back. "I'm not to be manhandled this way." He simply ignored my pleas and stomped up the stairs. "Hey caveman let me down!" I thumped his back hard one more time before he opened our hideous room.

Dumping me down on the bed, Dean stalked off to the bathroom. "What's your problem?" I cried through the bathroom door as I sat on the bed. Taking off my shoe I threw it at the door. What was his problem? The door creaked open and Dean strolled out, his shirt off, tan skin showing. His jeans slung just below his hips, showing the nice curve of his V. And the smirk on his face! Unbelievable. Two can play at that game.

I smiled innocently, playing with the hem of my shirt, as he crossed the room. "Ready to sleep?" he asked, pulling back the pink comforter as he put one leg into bed, jeans and all.

"Nah," I said, shaking my head violently, my hair hitting my face. "But I do need to get more comfortable." Teasingly slow I pulled at my shirt; pulling it over my head I felt my hair cascade down my bare back. My black lace bra gleaming against my pale skin, I grinned like the devil I was. "Just one more sec," I commented, popping open my button to tug at my jeans. Dean's eyes were saucer shaped, desire flooding them as he continued to watch my little strip tease.

"All done," I said nonchalantly, as I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but my black lace combo. Dean's grin became wolfish as he watched me head to my side of the bed.

I faked yawned, "I am tired. Guess it is time for bed."

"I'll say," he grunted, pulling me towards him. A look like he was ready to eat me planted on his face. I giggled knowing I had won the battle for now. I pushed out the thought of tomorrows. Tonight was all I needed.

His lips swallowed mine hungrily, pulling me closer to his body as he began his attack. My lips were swollen in seconds, pink and tender to the touch as he began to explore my body once again. Ignoring the need to just enjoy the pleasure, let it swallow me up, as he began kissing my stomach, my inner thigh, anywhere he could touch, I brought my hands to his jeans, flimsily trying to undo his button.

While I worked his jeans, he unclasped my bra, tenderly pulling down one strap after another. I smiled. He was only really sweet with me. Finally popping his button, I pulled at his jeans, jerkily pulling them down to his lower thighs, he would have to pull them down the rest of the way. Never said I was good at having sex, since I've never had it…

Gently placing his thumb on my nipple he flipped it back and forth, I moaned, as it hardened. "Who can do that to you Bells?" he grunted as his mouth clasped onto me for dear life.

"You can," I gasped. As his other hand kneaded my other breast, his tongue flicking across my nipple, blowing on it with his cool breath I moaned again.

"Who else?" he murmured, as he played with the elastic of my underwear.

"No one." I ground into his body, my hips rising as he pulled down my underwear.

This was not how it was supposed to happen; of course I was dealing with a sex god who was WAY more experienced than I am. Yet, I still tried. I skimmed the top of his boxers, lightly touching as I felt him harden instantly at my touch. Good. I put my hand under the elastic of his boxers, floating over him, going to the back to grab his butt.

Finally, I pulled down his boxers. Enough playing around. And he was standing up at a complete stand, him and his huge self. Of course, Dean wasn't done playing. Grabbing my hand in one of his he pulled them above my head, and began to graze his teeth against my nipples, I felt myself grow increasingly wet from that. Using his other hand he went down before he found my lips, parting them as he thrust them in and out. Before going back in and curling right on the spot. I gasped, "Dean," I moaned, a small explosion going off.

"You ready?" he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my ear. I wiggled under his touch, his gaze, his breath.

"Yes," I replied in a breathy voice. The knot in my stomach tightened as I thought about him going into my tight self.

Gently he pulled himself up, his tip touching my entrance. I gasped as he pushed into my slowly, he bit down, trying to move the pain from one spot to another. When I was finally comfortable with him in me he pulled out before pushing back in, growing harder and faster as the seconds passed by. We were both sweating, our breath coming out in gasps as we both reached our climaxes together. Pinching my clit one more time I screamed out Dean's name, my knot exploding in my stomach, my head floating as I had an orgasm. Dean blasted into me, before collapsing on me.

"Wow," I chuckled once I had caught my breath. "That's what sex is? Can we do it again?"

I was sore, but I felt so good at that moment with Dean on top of me.

Dean grinned. "Maybe later."