PLEASE TAKE NOTE: i changed the rating. there is sex in this chapter. if you are not comfortable with this, skip through the small section when you come to a bold

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after that it is clean. i'm sorry if you do not approve but hello, it is Dean. and its just one small part.

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Chapter 25: Route 666 Part 3

"For the last time has anyone seen my blue polo?" Dean asked flipping through the items in the suitcase. Sam and I stood back as tees and boxers filled the air from Dean's rampaging.

"For the last time no Dean." I said placing my coffee cup in the sink. Honestly, I hid it in the bathroom. The one he was looking for was slightly smaller than his others and I had every intention on wearing it. Plus, the guy was searching so hard for the polo that he hadn't put on a tee- shirt yet. So there he was, bare chested, looking for a shirt…and I was going to be the last one to give him it.

"Just pick a different shirt Dean; we need to head over to Cassie's."

Dean looked distressed. Like he had lost an arm instead of a shirt. I couldn't help but smile and smirk at his predicament, he must have caught it because his eyes looked right at me. His face grew serious and he but the bag on the floor. "You did something didn't you?"

For some reason I couldn't not laugh at his face. His face was car wreck serious over a shirt. I just shook my head and he cleared his throat. He suddenly bolted from around the bed after me and I squealed as I avoided him grabbing me. I ran into the bathroom as fast as I could but he caught up to me and shoved into the bathroom as well. He slammed the door shut and grabbed me by the waist. I moved into his touch and he landed against the closed bathroom door. I turned and placed my hands over his chest and he put his arms around me tightly. He felt so warm and soft; I never wanted to stop touching him. I pushed my lips against his and his hands found their way into my hair and breaching into my shorts near my sides.

Sam knocked on the door but that didn't stop one damn thing. "I can hear you ya know. And I know you're not looking for a damn shirt."

"I don't know about you Sammy." Dean said pulling back, he was a bit breathless. "But I'll be looking for shirts like this from now on."

I pulled back and went to the mirror to put my hair in a braid. The room felt smaller all of a sudden and I shook off the feeling of claustrophobia. I reached for a hair tie and pulled my long brown locks back. Dean came up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, gingerly placing kisses on my shoulders.

"I think tonight, we should hide some of your shirts." He raised his eyebrows and I turned around to face him.

I ran my top teeth against my bottom lip. "Maybe…" I sucked in a little air. "we could hide my clothes all together…"

Dean pulled back and looked at me a moment, like he couldn't judge if I was serious. "You mean…?"

I shrugged. I felt awkward all of a sudden. "I don't know, maybe…if I'm ready."

Dean smiled slightly. "I don't want you to do this if your not. Don't think you have to."

He was right I didn't have to and I knew he would wait. I mean it wasn't like I hadn't had sex before; I just wanted it to be special with him. And there was this voice in the back of my head that kept nagging me. Like I wouldn't mean anything to him after the fact, like all the girls never meant anything to him. I couldn't bear that. I wasn't afraid of him, I was afraid of becoming all of the other girls.

"No I want to. I just want to make sure its special." I said picking up his shirt from off the floor. It sounded way stupid and meek coming from my mouth. Why can't things come out like they sounded in my head?

"It will be, and you know why?" Dean asked, lifting the shirt over his head.

I shook my head, expecting some wise ass comment about how he was a god. "Why?"

He took my hands and kissed my cheek. "Because you're special."

He opened the door and smiled as he closed it and I leaned against the sink, a smile plastered on my face and a warm feeling shooting through my system. If he kept saying stuff like that I wouldn't make it past our date.

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We were on our way to Cassie's when an accident stopped us altogether.

"The hell?" Dean stated pulling over.

It looked like it was another disappearing truck accident. "There's Cassie over there." I said pointing over to my left. I adjusted my coat and got out with the boys. I had no idea how they weren't freezing. They had on polo's and jackets. They were heavier, but not as thick as they should have been. There was snow on the ground and they were calling for more snow this afternoon. I shook my head, bundling up. They were worse than me sometimes.

We overheard some of the conversation as we were walking up. Something about how accidents happened and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I hated Cassie for one, but she was losing people left and right and this guy was just being an asshole.

"Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car? See if it was pushed?" Dean asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Who's this?" The man asked rudely.

"Dean and Sam Winchester and Andy…something." She muttered.

"Core." Dean interrupted. And Cassie looked at him slowly.

"Family friends." She continued. "This is Mayor Harold Todd."

"So, one set of tire tracks—one—doesn't point to foul play."

I looked at the tracks leading from the car and listened to what Cassie was saying.

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about—"

"Indifferent?" The mayor stated. Wow, this was about to get very awkward.

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asked, putting her hands on her hips.

He looked offended and I didn't blame him. Just because he was doing his job didn't necessarily mean he was a racist. But I kept my mouth shut; I didn't know the history between these two.

"You're suggesting I'm racist, Cassie? I'm the last person you should talk to like that." He said harshly.

"And why is that?"

"Why don't you ask your mother?" he said walking away.

Cassie looked down hurt. "Are you alright?" I asked her. Nice. Be nice, Andy. I was trying to do what Dean wanted me to but she looked up at me like I had seven eyes.

"Okay," Sam said breaking off her sentence before it could be said. "Where could we find some of Jimmy's friends?"

Cassie sniffled. "Um, they usually hang out down by the docks. Why? Do you think they could know anything about what happened to Jimmy?"

Sam shrugged. "It's our best lead right now. You have a name?"

"Ron Stubbins." She said clearing her throat.

Sam nodded and motioned to the car. I started to walk towards it when Dean pulled me back. I looked at him questioningly as he set me to stand next to him.

"Cassie, this is my girlfriend Andy." Dean said taking my hand. "I meant to say something the other day." His tone was almost apologetic. Like if he would have said something earlier an incident wouldn't have happened.

Cassie seemed to stand up straighter and she gave me a once over. I raised my eyebrows slightly. Was she seriously looking at me that disapprovingly? She stuck out her hand, and the motioned surprised me. "Andy Core?" she asked, remembering the last name Dean had said.

I nodded. "That's right." I took her hand and shook it.

"When did you two happen?"

"Not too long ago, maybe a few months back."

Dean nodded, squeezing my hand. "Around her birthday."

"What a birthday present." Cassie said somewhat sardonically.

I didn't know what could have made that moment more awkward. I shifted on my feet and after a moment Dean let out breath, which puffed from his mouth like cigarette smoke.

"Okay, awkward. We'll see you later Cassie." Dean said, now pulling me towards the car.

"I think that went rather well." I said sarcastically.

Dean nodded and kissed me on the lips. "It would have been better if I would have just told her first hand."

That probably wouldn't have been better. I could see her being even angrier than we had left her right then. Because I knew what it was like to have feelings for Dean, and I could imagine what it was like for another girl to steal his heart. The feeling wasn't great and I snuggled next to him in the back of the Impala. I hoped all I ever had to do was imagine what that felt like.

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The guys dressed up in their suits as fake insurance collectors and I refused to put my thin woman suit on. It was thirty below zero. I refused to wear a thin blouse and pants just to be an insurance collector.

"Why don't you head back to the crash. Cops gotta be gone by now. Give it a once over with an EMF." Sam said slipping his tie through his shirt.

"Still in the trunk and everything?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, drop us off at the dock and then go check it out."

I nodded, slipping on some jeans and even sweatpants over top. I didn't care how ridiculous it looked. At least I'd be warm. I shook my head. "Damn it, I'm freezing. How cold does a motel room have to be before you can report it?"

"Below zero." Dean said from across the room, now fixing his own tie in front of a mirror.

"Is it below zero in here?" I asked.

Dean smiled. "No Andy."

I sat on the bed and rubbed my hands over my arms. "It's not freezing." Sam said handing me a blanket so I could take it in the car with me.

"Could have fooled me. Is it just me or isn't it that why they created heating? So it's not the same temperature inside as it is outside?"

I knew I was whining but I didn't care. The guys never got cold. They could have been naked in thirty below weather and they wouldn't even turn blue. I rolled my eyes as Dean came towards me and pulled me up off the bed. He wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and pulled me towards him.

"How bout after we talk to these guys, we come back here and I can warm you up?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows at me.

"Well what did you have in mind Winchester?"

Dean leaned in and kissed my neck, whispering things in my ear. I could see Sam's disgusted face from across the room and I giggled.

"Okay, brother in the room. Stop…" Sam shook his head, letting out a groan.

"You know where the door is." Dean said making Sam come towards him and pull on the back of his jacket. He pulled him all the way over to the door.

"Come on Casanova."

Dean grinned at me and I followed them out to the Impala. I left the blanket on the bed, I was already warm from Dean's whisperings.

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I dropped them off at the dock to talk to Jimmy's friends and I headed back to the crime scene. I parked the Impala a few minutes away and trekked over to the crime scene. It was sad that an accident had happened here. It looked like a nice area. A nice area to be in around summertime. There was a lot of grassy hills and trees and I think a river was around here somewhere beyond the woods. I glanced one more time to make sure there was no one around and headed under the yellow caution tape to look at the car. I pulled out the EMF and turned it on.

"You shouldn't be here."

I gasped turning around. It was Cassie and she looked pissed. Apparently I had no idea how to make sure no one was around. "Yeah, well look around. You shouldn't be here either." I said pointedly.

I shook my head turning around. The EMF wasn't even peeking past the lowest marker. I moved around the car but nothing.

"So you know what kind of things Dean and Sam do?" Cassie asked me.

I nodded and looked at her. "Well obviously, I'm traveling—wait a minute. You know what they do?"

She smiled slightly and I felt like knocking her teeth out. Good for her, she knew a secret I had known for years. "Dean told me all about it when we were together."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he did, anything to get into a girl's pants. If we weren't astronauts we were curing cancer for the UN. It kind of bothered me he had told her the secret, the big family rule #1. We do what we do and we shut up about it.

"He told you everything?"

She nodded and cocked her head to the side. "What he didn't tell you that he told me?"

"You know, this whole bitch attitude you have with me. It's not very appealing to the naked eye." I said putting the EMF closer to the ground. Maybe the tracks would pick up something. "Is that why you dumped him? Because he was being honest?"

Her expression dropped and she looked at the ground as I stood up straight. "I just...I thought he was trying to break up with me. Very lamely trying."

"Believe me sweetie, if he breaking up with you, he wouldn't have used that."

I walked past her to get to the Impala. "You're a lucky girl." Cassie said making me turn around. Did my ears deceive me? Did she just say something nice?

She didn't need to tell me that. I knew how lucky I was. I knew every time he touched me. But it was something nice and I just nodded politely. "Yeah I know. Thanks."

Cassie nodded as well and moved some hair away from her eyes. I turned back to the car and started it. I headed to the dock to pick up my guys.

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I parked the car near the dock and got out to meet the guys. I could see them standing at the end of the dock still talking to men at the table, one of Jimmy's friends I presumed. I backed back up near the car and decided it wasn't best to disturb them. There was boats in the water on one side of the dock and I waited there for them. They couldn't see the car from where they were and I would need to walk them to it. I tried to determine what kind of boat it was because I remember my dad was interested in boats. He tried showing me different models and such when I was little. I overheard them talking and they were walking back. They stopped suddenly and Dean turned around to look at Sam. I hesitated and heard Sam mention something.

"Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing."

"What other thing?" Dean was asking.

"The serious unfinished business. Dean, what is going on between you two?" What was Sam even talking about. Between Dean and Cassie?

"Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said." Dean said. "And I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have. It doesn't matter, I'm different now. I'm with Andy if you haven't noticed."

"I've noticed, believe me you make it obnoxiously clear. But deny it all you want Dean. You loved Cassie."

"Oh, God." Dean said but didn't deny it. I mean Sam wasn't right, he couldn't have been. I'd known Dean all his life and now I was with him, and he had never told me he had loved me. He'd been with Cassie, what, a month total and he had loved her?

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her." Dean just looked at him and shook his head. "Oh, wow. She dumped you."

"Just shut up alright?" Dean snapped. Apparently the wound wasn't as healed as I thought it had been.

I didn't know whether I should have made my existence known or anything but the choice was made for me when Sam looked in my direction.

"Andy?"

Dean's head snapped in my direction. Holy awkward. I cleared my throat and walked towards them. "I was um, just waiting for you guys…looking at the boat." I let out a short laugh, although it was really forced.

"Andy…" Dean tried and I shook my head, cutting him off.

"There was nothing at the scene. Um, the EMF needle didn't even budge. The car's up there." I pointed past the end of the dock and went to walk towards it. I handed Sam the keys as he walked past me and Dean grabbed my arm, turning me around, ready to explain.

I just shook my head, small tears making their way down my face. Dean's face scrunched up in sympathy and guilt.

"Andy, baby, I'm so sorry." He said it softly but it felt like it was going to make my ears explode.

I nodded, I knew everything was different now. That he was different. But it still struck my heart like a hot poker and I couldn't stop the tears from building up, clouding my vision.

"That was a long, long time ago. And I never felt for her the way I feel about you." He said trying to move the tears off my cheeks with his thumb. The tears were freezing against my face in the cold air and his hand was warm against my face.

It wasn't that I was mad at him, or at least I didn't think I was. I upset that I was letting myself fall for him and he couldn't even tell me he loved me. Give it time right? We basically knew each other all our lives, how much time did we need?

I pulled away from his touch. "I'm sorry, you know what I'm fine." I said wiping away my own tears.

Dean nodded and rubbed his hands together. "You lie horribly."

I tried laughing again and sniffled. Dean came closer and kissed me on the lips. I think he was trying to judge if I was really okay or not. But I didn't pull away or flinch, like I think he thought I was going to do.

"Are you…I mean, you still up for the whole date thing?" Dean asked meekly. He probably felt like he was on thin ice anyway so why not ask.

"I don't want anything else." I said honestly. He smiled slightly and took my hand as we walked to the car. I seriously did want to go on the date because then he could really prove to me that what he felt for Cassie was far behind him.

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We came across another crash on the way back to the motel. Sam headed out to talk to one of the cops as Dean and I looked around the area and tried the EMF again. And again nothing.

"So, what happened?" I asked as we came up to stand next to Sam.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, but it's almost like something ran him over." I made a face and looked away for moment.

"Something like a truck?" Dean asked.

"Yep."

"Tracks?" Sam shook his head and Dean sighed. "What was the mayor doing here anyway?"

"He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam said.

I looked up, realizing something. "Yeah, but he's white. He doesn't fit the pattern."

"Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either."

"You know who we have to go see don't you?" I asked Dean and he nodded slightly, like he was afraid to.

"Unfortunately, yeah."

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Cassie came back over and handed Dean and I both coffees. I hadn't wanted to come but Dean insisted, and he was annoyingly persistent with stuff like this. I think he wanted to make sure he was off the hook. Like if I went and saw he was behaving himself I'd have different thoughts about before. But like I said, only the date was going to change that.

"Thanks. So, we're trying to find some link between those killings back in the sixties and what's going on now, but there wasn't a lot about it in the paper."

Cassie shrugged. "Not surprising. Probably minimum police work, too. Back then, equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here."

Dean cell started ringing and he answered it. Sam no doubt. "Yeah?"

I couldn't hear what Sam was saying so I tried to lean in and listen. After a moment of Cassie looking at me, I got super uncomfortable and pulled back. But Dean's arm had snaked around my waist, since I was sitting on the arm of his chair, and kept me from moving. I don't think it was a purpose action either because he was in deep with his conversation with Sam. He wasn't even looking at me and I realized it was out of habit.

Dorian?" Dean asked. "Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" He looked at Cassie.

"Along with most everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." She sounded like she was a bit uncomfortable.

"Right, right." I leaned towards the computer and brought up an article with the headline 'Dorian Still Missing. Cyrus Dorian Missing For More Than A Week.' "That's interesting."

I heard the phone murmur something and Dean answered. "This Cyrus Dorian—he vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved. That's right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean scrunched his face up in a question and looked at Cassie. "Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?"

"It was a big deal. One of the oldest local houses left. It made the front page."

Dean now looked at me and told me to type the third of last month. I brought up another article that read, 'Mayor Buys, Bulldozes Historic Home. Heritage Committee Questions Civic Leadership.'

I looked from Dean to Cassie. "Mayor Todd bulldozes Dorian family home on the third. The first killing was the very next day."

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We headed back to Cassie's house to talk to her mother. Apparently there had been a gruesome murder between someone she'd had an affair with, Cyrus, and another man Martin. Martin and his friends had beaten Cyrus to hell, killing him. They put him in his truck and pushed it into the river near where all the killings were happening. I shook my head as we headed over to the river to pull up the truck. It amazed me the lengths at which people would go to get revenge.

"Alright, let's get her up." Dean was using a dredge to pull the thing up from the lake. I didn't even want to think where the hell he stole it from. "Alright, stop." Sam instructed and Dean did so, turning off the engine and getting out.

"Gas, flashlight." Dean told me and I got both out of the trunk.

"Alright, let's get this done." Dean said cautiously pulling the truck door open. We all grimaced at the still decomposing skeleton in the drivers seat. We carefully laid the skeleton on top of the dredge and I threw the match that lit the damn thing on fire.

"Think that'll do it?" I asked.

Suddenly something roared to life behind us. It was the truck and not that an inanimate object could really do this, but it looked pissed.

"I guess not."

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"So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked.

"Oh, sure it did. Now it's really pissed." Dean said glancing around at the burning body.

"But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right, Dean?"

Dean didn't answer, he was watching me run over to his car. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." I yelled.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

Dean searched his pockets. "She's got my keys." He tried running to get in the car but I locked the doors and smiled at him.

"I'm going for a little ride." I said rolling down the window slightly.

"Are you nuts?" Dean bellowed.

"I'm gonna lead that thing away. That rusted piece of crap, you've gotta burn it." I said pointing to the truck.

"Unlock my door Andy." Dean demanded.

"How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck?" Sam asked.

"Figure something out." I pulled away from them and the truck instantly started to follow.

They were growing small in the side mirror and I could see Dean throwing something angrily at Cyrus's body as I turned the car. The truck was right on my damn bumper and rapidly gaining speed. The truck finally hit the back of the Impala sending me lurching foreword. I whipped my cell out, calling Sam.

"Hey, you gotta give me a minute." Sam answered.

"Give me the phone." I heard Dean say. "Andy you alright?" He asked worriedly.

I ignored the question, answering Sam. "I don't have a minute! What are we doing?"

I was on speaker. "Uh….let me get back to you. Dean hang up." Dean dutifully did so, even though I heard him swear not a moment before. I checked where the truck was and it hit the Impala again.

My cell rang and I answered it. "This better be good!" I yelled.

"Where are you?"

Was he freaking kidding me? "I'm in the middle of nowhere, with a killer truck on my ass!" I jerked the car slightly. "I mean, it's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus!"

"Andy, Andy!" Dean cut through. "Listen to me, it's important, we have to know exactly where you are."

I looked out the window and passed a street sign. "Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway."

"Turn right!" Sam yelled. I stopped suddenly and skidded the car into the turn. "You're gonna need to move this thing along a little faster!" I said seeing the truck make the turn easier than the Impala had.

"Alright, you see a road up ahead?" Sam asked me.

"Yeah I see it."

"Okay, turn left." Sam said. "You need to go exactly seven-tenths of a mile and stop."

"Stop?" I asked a bit breathless.

"Exactly seven-tenths, Andy." Dean sounded worried and scared at the same time. I watched the odometer carefully and waited until it said seven-tenths and stopped. The truck came to the opposite side of me, staring me down.

"Andy, you still there?" Sam asked.

"What's happening?" Dean wanted to know.

"It's just staring at me, what do I do?"

"Just what you are doing. Bringing it to you." I didn't have to see Dean to know what he was doing. He was looking at Sam making sure he heard him right.

"She has to what?" Dean asked, angered by the fact I was sitting in his car waiting for the damn thing to plow me. Just then it took off in full speed, heading right for me. I sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel. But just as it hit the car it disassembled in a cloud of dust and suddenly just disappeared. My breathing was heavy and I looked around the area.

"Andy? God, Andy just say something." Dean was pleading.

"Where'd it go?" I asked.

"You're where the church was." Sam said and I looked around, there wasn't much left. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids. Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed. So, I figured maybe that would get rid of it."

"Maybe? Maybe?! What if you were wrong?" Dean asked clearly furious.

"Guys! Hey, I'm okay. No worries." But that was getting no ones attention.

"Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to me." Sam was saying and I rolled my eyes and hug up.

I could picture Dean smacking Sam upside the head and stating that Sam's pain honestly hadn't occurred to him. I smiled starting the engine and turning the car around.

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Dean demanded I dressed up for this date. I rolled my eyes, why not? He was making sure Sam was out doing something and we had the entire motel room to ourselves. Why not dress up and give him a little credit? I slipped on a small black dress, which curved to my features. Was it horrible that I had labeled this thing my funeral dress? I guess it was if I was wearing it on a date. But I mean in this job, we were always heading to funerals, wakes, parties, etc. I needed some type of black dress. I came out of the bathroom to find Dean setting the table. He was so adorable sometimes. The room was lit with candles and there were red rose petals covering the floor and one of the beds…

"Hey, you." I said startling him a bit. He had had his back turned to me.

"Hey." He said smiling, fixing his maroon button down. I knew it had to be Sam's because the sleeves were longer and he was rolling them up to his elbows.

"Sam help you with this?" I asked smiling.

Dean shook his head. "Nope all he's doing is getting the food."

He pulled out the chair and I sat down. "You ordered food?" I asked.

Again Dean shook his head as the door opened. "Nope." Sam came in with plastic bags setting them on the table.

"A hundred bucks Dean." Sam said annoyingly. He saw me sitting in the chair and came over to me with a huge smile. "You look beautiful Andy."

I smiled standing up to hug Sam. "Thanks."

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Ya know, he's lucky to have you."

I nodded. "People keep saying stuff like that."

He shrugged. "Because its true."

"Hey Sam, this isn't a threesome." Dean said pointedly and Sam sighed, rolling his eyes.

He squeezed my hand before grabbing his bag and left. "So where exactly are you sending him?"

Dean smiled pulling out boxes of rigatoni and bottles of sauce. "To another room, far away from ours."

He went over to the stove and turned the fire on. After filling up a pot with water he set it on the stove. I pulled out a bottle of wine from the bag and smiled. "I'm sure he would have it no other way."

I got some glasses out of the cabinet and poured some wine. He put the noodles in the water and took the glass from me.

"Where'd you swipe the pots from?" I saw another one near the noodles that must have been for the sauce.

"I can't tell you that." Dean said shaking his head.

"Come on, kiss and tell." I said leaning against his chest.

"Well then I think you need to add something to that equation Andy." He was purring my name and I leaned in giving him a passionate kiss.

"Sam with a very big coat on, in the middle of the grocery store down the street."

"He managed to get two pots out without being buzzed?" I looked at him incredulously and Dean nodded sipping his wine.

"Man's a master."

"Can I help with anything?" I asked, watching as he strained the noodles ten minutes later and finish up with the sauce.

"You can sit there and look very beautiful." He said placing the sauce on the table.

I rolled my eyes. He was really trying to get points wasn't he? And that's when I remembered what I had talked about that morning with him. My heart started ramming in my chest and I realized I was nervous about… well ya know, with him. I wasn't afraid of him, I was afraid of the act. I was so scared I was going to become nothing to him right after the fact. It was something horrible to think that he was that shallow. But it wasn't like he hadn't done it with so many women.

"Hey…" he said standing above me. I think he could tell I was gazing off. He kissed me on the top of my head and I stood and looked at him for minute. His eyes were searching mine and I pressed my lips on his again. He tasted of rich wine. Dark grapes and red sourness. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands cupped my face.

He pulled back after a minute or two. "What was that for?" he asked smiling.

I smiled too, setting it off on mischievousness alone. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

We ate and talked about the hunts and what we really wanted out of life. Things we'd be doing if we didn't have this job, things Sam would be doing if he'd married Jess. Things that'd never leave the table or pass our lips again.

"I love the flowers." I said admiring the roses on the bed. I went over and picked up a bunch of the petals and brought them to my nose. Dean came up behind me planting kisses on my neck.

"I know." He said lovingly. I took a deep breath and turned around, pushing my lips against him again. We were kissing faster and his hands were finding their ways across the curves on my body.

I needed him. Now. I knew what I felt was real and I trusted him. So what was I waiting for?

0o0o0o0o

"Touch me." I whispered softly, dangerously.

Dean looked at me cautiously and I nodded, confirming he was allowed. "Where at?"

I breathed in deeply picking up the scent of his cologne and leather. Always the leather, even if he didn't have his coat on. "Anywhere."

His eyes darted up to look at mine and he pushed me down to lie on the bed. He kissed me deeply again and he teased with the ends of my dress before lifting it.

"Anywhere?" he asked, flicking his tongue around my belly button. He stopped to sit up and pull his shirt off, revealing hot muscles and a pounding heart as he leaned against me. I was literally throbbing; every cell in my body shaking and moaning. Dean slid down farther and I could feel his excitement against my leg as he drifted down. He kneeled down off the bed.

"Listen to me alright? I do anything your not comfortable with, you can tell me to stop." All I wanted to do was tell him to stop talking. But this is what I wanted. I wanted him to care about me while we did this. So I nodded at his sentence through my haziness and he smiled pushing his thumbs up my sides. He reached my panties and pushed his thumbs underneath the fabric, pulling them down slightly. He sat up against the bed and leaned to kiss below my navel, right where my pelvis began.

My breathing was starting to get ragged and he pulled my underwear down past my knees. He let them fall off my feet and down to the floor. He moved his hands up along my thighs, as gently as he could.

I wasn't talking much or damn, I wasn't even moaning. I was too deep in ecstasy to moan, but it was coming. "You alright?" he asked. I think he was alarmed that he was doing something wrong, even though he hadn't really even done anything yet.

"Yes." I barely got that out.

He leaned his head down and started circling my clit with his tongue and I had to grab the bed sheets to prevent myself from bucking my pelvis into his face. His one hand remained on my thigh while the other stroked the damp hair between my legs. I could feel his tongue go even lower and start to go in and out of me in a rapid motion. I knew he was playing with me, trying to drive me insane. It was working; euphoria and bliss were slowly leaking themselves into my blood stream and I was getting wetter and wetter then I could bear. He was standing now, slowly removing his jeans.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes, I'm fine." I was more than fine and my voice was practically begging him. I was panting as he lowered himself on me and when I felt him, hard and rigid inside me I groaned. Groaned so loud that he smiled. He pushed himself in and out of me and I snaked my hands around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Our tongues were moving as fast as we were and I could taste myself as his tongue tickled the inside of my cheek. He was moaning and I could tell he was close, but so was I. I finally relaxed against him and he let loose with a roar, pushing a few more times to stroke out the feeling.

He lay down beside me and pulled me to lie on his chest. He was hot and still breathing frantically and I could hear my own loud heartbeat in my ears. His hand came up to stroke my hair and he kissed my temple.

"I love you." He said.

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I was lying with a smile on Dean's chest, small amounts of euphoria lighting my veins. Dean had told me he loved me and it made me feel complete and warm. We had fallen fast asleep after that, tangled between the sheets and rose petals.

Sam was bolting towards someone, he pushed him out the motel door and slammed it shut.

He was panicked. Where was Dean? "Andy, I know he's your friend. But you saw him, he's not a person anymore!"

Something wanted in. It was pounding so hard on the door Sam seemed to be in pain. Dean suddenly came around from behind me and grabbed my shoulders.

"Andy, baby, come on snap out of it."

I was dizzy and Sam was thrown back from the door and it burst open. Jason came in, eyes black, knife in his hand. He came towards me so fast, Dean had no time to react as he was thrown aside. The knife plunged into my stomach and I gasped in pain.

"Jason…" I coughed, my mouth was filling with blood as I slumped to the floor.

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I jerked up in bed, breathing heavily. My stomach was killing me and I put a hand to it. When I pulled it back, blood was coming off on my fingers.

It wasn't as big as the stab wound in my dream but blood was pouring quick and I was starting to feel dizzy. "Dean…" I said weakly, trying to wake him.

I pulled the sheets off him and pressed it to my stomach, trying to stem the flow. "Dean…" I said more forcefully.

He awoke with a start and saw me pressing the sheet against myself. "Andy, my god. Baby, what happened?" he asked me, rushing to my side.

I shook my head, tears pouring down my cheeks. "I had a nightmare…God Dean it hurts." I cried.

Dean got up from bed and dialed Sam, who was right down the hall. "Get down here now." he yelled into the phone. He hung up and slipped pants on. Coming back over to me he grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it over his bare chest. Sam burst into the room with a weapon in hand like something was attacking.

He saw me bent over at the waist, pushing the sheet to my stomach. It's whiteness was slowly turning red.

"Did you call an ambulance?" Sam asked.

"They fucking have me on hold!" Dean growled, throwing his cell phone at the nearest wall.

Sam picked me up in his arms. "Come on, hospitals ten minutes away. We can get her there faster."

Dean nodded, grabbing some of my clothes on the way out. The sheet was covering my nakedness and I thanked the heavens I had left my bra on.

Sam set me in the back of the Impala in Dean's arms and he held me up as Sam bolted to the hospital. I take it back that Dean was the fastest driver known to man. Sam made it to the hospital in five minutes flat and we hadn't been that close. My hero. They handed me off to doctors as we entered the building and they sewed me up. It took around two hours. They said they had had a difficult time stopping the blood flow.

"Who's waiting outside for you?" one of the nurses asked me nicely.

I cleared my throat. "Um, Sam and Dean Winchester."

She went to call them and they walked quickly into the room. "Hey." Sam said sitting on one side while Dean sat on the other. He had a t-shirt now on underneath his leather jacket. I guessed Sam must have given it to him.

I noticed the blood on Sam's shirt. "I'm sorry about your shirt."

Sam shook his head and kissed my head. "Seriously, I don't even want to hear about it. I do want to know what happened though."

I looked at Dean and he took my hand. "What happened Andy?"

I shook my head, backtracking through the dream. "Something was wrong with Jason, his eyes were black. We were in a motel and out of nowhere, he burst through the door. He stabbed me." I said, my voice starting to catch. Dean pulled me to lean against his side. I rested my head on his shoulder and his arm came up to stroke my hair.

"Shhh." Dean purred. He looked at Sam and Sam nodded, standing up.

"You want some hot tea Andy?" he asked me. "I think they have some in the cafeteria."

I nodded and sniffled. "Yeah, that'd be great Sam."

He smiled comfortingly and left the room, closing the door quietly. I shifted over on the bed so Dean could move closer to me. he brought his feet up and lay right next to me.

"Be careful not to pull your stitches alright?" he warned me.

I nodded but I wasn't really worrying about it at the moment. I started crying against him and he held me tighter. I was shaking and he pulled off his leather jacket. I was warmed by his skin and he put the jacket over top of me.

"Did you bring my phone?" I asked, my hiccupping breaths were starting to calm down.

Dean nodded, pulling it out of his pocket. I took it and dialed Jason's number. It didn't even ring, only a woman came on: We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

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Nightmare

Trying to figure out Andy's nightmares and what they mean.

What about Jason?