Hey guys, sorry I've taken sooo long. I'm not going to give you a list of excuses. No instead I'm going to give you a big juicy lemon.

I lost my beta so this is probably full of mistakes; for that I apologise and hope that you enjoy it anyway.

As always I own nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Something Special

"Wait, so you're telling me that I went through all that shit, for nothing!?" Ellen snapped as Dean plugged in the electric saw to take off my casts.

"Yeah. Sorry about that, but I went through it all too." I smiled bashfully at the pissed off woman.

"Whatever. I'm glad you're okay now honey. That would've been one rocky road to recovery." She told me while smiling back at me, it seemed I was forgiven.

"Hang on a second. Let me get this straight. You've got an angel as a friend? And he's just popped down here and fixed you right up?" Charlie asked me with a frown, ignoring Sam and Deans presence in the room but shooting Castiel mistrustful glances every now and then.

"Yup." I agreed while beaming a smile at the angel in question.

"So why didn't he just beam down and fix ya to start with? Or better yet why didn't he come and save you before you went through all of that?" Charlie was angry again, but he wasn't directing it at me, not really. He was obviously just upset that I went through all the crap that I did when he thought there was an alternative.

"I could not just 'beam down', I was dead. If I had been able to save Bella before she was tortured I would have done so. Dean would have made sure of that. I am sorry that I couldn't save you that pain Bella." Cas said with a sad look in his amazing blue eyes before turning back to Charlie. "You are Bella's father, correct?" Castiel asked while looking from Charlie to me with muted interest.

"Yeah, I'm her dad. What of it?" Charlie replied still surly.

I didn't hear the rest of what was said though as the grinding noise of the saw cutting through the cast on my arm drowned it out.

I turned my head away from the flying plaster and tried not to flinch, though even if I had of done Bobby had my arm in a steel grip from the top and Dean had one hand holding me down as the other wielded the saw cutting through the plaster cast. I can't say I wasn't worried, but I knew Dean would hurt himself before he hurt me.

Still I did sigh a breath of relief as the saw stopped and I felt a tingle of fresh air on my arm.

"One down, two to go." Dean smirked at me before looking to Bobby who held down my right leg.

Five minutes later and with plaster cast everywhere, I was free. Free of my three casts and I couldn't have been happier. "Oh that feels amazing!" I said with a grin as I stood up and stretched my arms.

"Looks pretty good too sweetheart." Dean smirked at me as he took in my bare mid-drift where my t-shirt was riding up.

I smirked backed back at him, anticipation and nerves making my stomach leap. That was until Charlie cleared his throat and very pointedly cocked his gun anyway.

"So Castiel is it? You just come all this way to fix up Bella? Or ya got something to tell us handsome?" Ellen asked hastily, while shooting a glare in my dads direction. Seemed my father was being a little hypocritical, hmm... Wasn't sure whether that intrigued me or just disgusted me.

"I didn't come to heal Bella, no. Though I'm glad I was able to help." Castiel tried to smile in my direction. "I've come because of Lucifer."

"Lucifer, Lucifer as in the devil? That lucifer?" Ellen asked, her eyes bugging out.

"Yes. The angel you call Satan. He's free. And heaven is trying to track him down. He's looking for a vessel, someone to use until he can find his true vessel. I came to tell you, that when he does things will be start to become terrible for the humans here. The end times are approaching and you need to make sure that you are all ready. I'm sorry that we were unable to stop him. Now we just need to be ready. Dean, Uriel has put out the word that you are to be found when Lucifer finds a vessel." Castiel told us.

Bobby, Sam, Dean and I were listening with serious, worried but calm expressions, taking it in but in our stride, we'd been expecting something like this. Hoping it wouldn't happen, but expecting it anyway. Ellen however had a hand to her mouth, her expression looked like she was one piece of bad news away from a breakdown. Charlie looked like he'd just been told that someone had died. His face turned pale, his hands shaking and his eyes wide.

"I don't want to be found, do I?" Dean asked seriously.

"Probably not, no." Castiel replied.

"So, what, I go into hiding? Is that it? Cause dude that's not really my style, and that's not exactly going to help get rid of lucifer is it?" Dean asked, his voice hard and biting, a tension muscle in his cheek spasiming, he was obviously stressed beyond belief but I thought he was a little worried as well.

"No. And hiding will not work. The other angels can find you just as easily as I can." Castiel said.

"Well that's just the cream on top of the pie isn't it? Frigging excellent." Dean snapped.

"I can hide you, from all the angels. That will include myself." Castiel said.

"Great, so do it." Dean answered his voice slightly relieved.

Castiel inclined his head and stepped towards Dean, his hand outstretched. As Cas's hand touched Deans forehead Dean gasped in agony before falling to his knees.

"Dean!" Sam and I shouted together before both kneeling besides him.

"Dean?" I asked, fear creeping up my spine, my hands trying to comfort, trying to find out what was wrong with him.

"What did you do to him?!" Sam shouted as Bobby, Charlie and Ellen all pointed a guns at the angel.

"I carved Enocian symbols into his ribs, he is untraceable by angels now." Castiel answered not at all fazed that three mad as hell hunters were pointing guns in his direction. "There will be no lasting pain, it hurts, only for a second."

"Son of a bitch! That one stung!" Dean said sitting up, slightly breathlessly.

"You ok?" I asked gently, my hands still on his shoulder.

"Peachey." Dean replied with a grimace before getting to his feet. Sam and I exchanged an eye roll, back to our normal selves for a second before Sam looked quickly away and stood back up. I followed suit, feeling a bit sad for the relationships that were now so tense. We'd fix it, of that I had no doubt, but right now I just didn't know how.

"Okay, so what now?" Dean asked, looking more relaxed now that we weren't going to be dropped in on by the God squad.

Castiel stepped forward once more and spreading his arms wide placed a finger to Sam's forehead and to mine as well.

Burning white pain hit my ribs, so hot and agonising that I instantly dropped to my knees with a scream. I vaguely heard Sam doing the same next to me.

As the pain started receding I looked up, Charlie was by my side, Bobby by Sam's and Dean had Castiel by the scruff of his shirt, his eyes furious, his fist clenched and pulled back. Somehow I didn't think that punching the only asset we had so far was a great idea. Before I could say anything though Sam spoke up, his voice laboured with the aftermath of the agony we'd just experienced.

"Dean! Let it go. We're fine, right Bells?" Sam said.

"Yeah, fine." I panted, smiling up at Charlie to reassure him as well. His brown eyes, so like my own were worried and searched my face for any hint of a lie. I was fine though, it didn't hurt at all anymore. Though if I went through anymore pain in the next few hours I was crawling under my bed and not coming out for a while.

"I'm sorry, I had to do it. Sam and Bella would still have been able to be found, and as you are always together..." Castiel trailed off as Dean lowered him back to his feet.

"You sure you're okay?" Dean bit out, his voice harsh, his eyes not leaving Cas just yet.

"Yeah, fine." Sam replied getting to his feet with the help of Bobby.

"B?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine Dean." I said softly, smiling my thanks at my dad as he put a supporting hand under my arm to help me to my feet.

Castiel got a strange look on his face, like he was thinking hard or listening to something. "I must go. If you need me, pray." With a sound like fluttering wings Cas had vanished and Dean was left looking at faded red wall paper.

"Well that was fun." I muttered, dusting my pants off from the floor and plaster pieces.

"Yeah, a hoot. Now... The devil?" Ellen asked looking at everyone in the room in turn. "Why am I the only one who seems really surprised by this news?" She barked at us, even Bobby looked away awkwardly from her steely gaze. "I think you've got some explaining to do!" She snapped at Bobby and Charlie. "And I could use a drink!" She added as Charlie looked at me and opened his mouth with a frown that seemed permanently etched into his face now.

As Ellen, Charlie, Bobby and Sam started to make their way to the kitchen Ellen whispered to me. "Get out of here, go have some fun, I'll keep your daddy off your case tonight. But tomorrow you're on you're own sugar."

"Thanks." I whispered back. Ellen just winked at me with a smile in her eye, before sending a small glare to Dean. Seemed she hadn't completely forgiven him for his slights just yet.

"You heard Ellen sweetheart. Pack a bag, we're going to have some fun." Dean told me with a wink, making my heart pick up in my chest and my stomach flutter wildly.

I swallowed nervously. "And why would I need a bag D? Are you planning on keeping me out all night?" I asked trying to flirt, but the nerves I was feeling came through in my voice.

"Not if you don't want me to B. Never anything you don't want me to do." Dean said, his eyes and voice softening. He stepped towards me and wrapped his arms around me before placing a chase kiss softly to my lips that had my heart racing once more. He was perfect. "We can just go watch a movie and get some food if ya want sweetheart? Anything you want to do. Let's just spend some time together and forget that the world's ending, just for tonight."

"Awww... Dean, that was just beautiful. Seriously. Can you write poems as well?" I teased with a smirk, but secretly loving him just a bit more for those sincere, if perhaps corny words.

"Shut up!" Dean said with a grin, his eyes lighting up as I laughed.

"Make me!" I replied while raising my eyebrows at him.

Dean took the challenge and kissed me again, not as softly this time but still gently, one of his hands cupping the nape of my neck the other going to my lower back. I moaned slightly as I felt his hard muscles straining through his green button down at the same time his tongue entered my mouth.

We moved apart as a deep voice coughed pointedly. Bobby was stood watching us with amusement in his eyes. "Dean, Charlie catches you two like that he's gonna shoot off something vital ya igit. I thought you had more sense of self preservation." The older man said as he pulled a book out from one of his over worked bookcases. One of these days they were going to collapse under the weight of hundreds of books piled on top of each other.

"Yeah, yeah. We're going out anyway. Don't wait up." Dean winked at Bobby.

"I don't wanna know." Bobby growled with a look of disgust before walking back into the kitchen muttering under his breath making both Dean and I smile fondly. You just had to love Bobby.

"I'll go pack a bag." I smiled gently at Dean before heading up to my room. Still nervous but feeling better, it was Dean. And Dean would look after me, that I knew with everything I had.

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"And then she said 'you're like the shiny new toy or something'." I said laughing with Dean and enjoying hearing his deep laugh that seemed to echo through my very soul.

We'd been and got some food at a near-by dinner and were now looking for a motel that still had vacancy signs. It was almost two in the morning, but I'd never felt less tired, well except for when I'd had the special drug mixture from Eve rushing round my system.

Dean had been right, this was just what we needed, a night together alone, forgetting about the rest of the world. Just laughing and joking, losing ourselves in each other and reminding ourselves why we even started going together; best friends above everything else. Though the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as we pulled into a motel parking lot.

"So what do you think then B?" Dean asked me with a smirk as he switched off the engine to his baby. "I'm guessing it's gonna be a marina theme tonight."

"Hmmm..." I studied the drab outside of the two story motel, taking in the faded blue signs and doors as well as the bench outside also painted blue. "Blue and green decor, dirty bathroom, hideous dark brown furniture." I said with a laugh as Dean grabbed our two small bags from the back-seat before I followed him to the reception area.

"I've got you beat this time sweetheart." Dean muttered as we walked into the reception which had a heavy nautical theme going on.

"Damn." I muttered with a giggle taking in the hideously decorated room. The clock on the turquoise painted walls was an octopus, two of it's legs pointing out the wrong time. The desk which enclosed an overweight, spotty guy had deep blue waves glued on the front on the crappy laminate wood. We always picked the worse places to stay.

Dean signed us in, using one of his fake credit cards and grabbed the key while looking like he was having the time of his life. I loved this side of Dean, one I got to see not nearly enough. He was completely relaxed and at ease, his face shining with a true smile, his eyes lightened with happiness and his limbs normally too tight with tension relaxed and loose. I can't even begin describe how good it made me feel to know that I'd made him feel like that. But it wasn't anywhere near how I felt when I was around Dean, I felt ecstatic, I felt at peace with the world, whole.

"C'mon B." Dean said reaching out a hand to me and leading us to our room for the night. I followed with a grin as we walked up a worn set of stairs, grimacing at the pictures of sail boats that were bolted periodically along the walls to the room.

Dean opened the door and threw the bags into the room with a smile, blocking the doorway with his impressive frame so that not only could I not enter but I also couldn't see just how bad the room was.

Dean turned and faced me with a smirk before raising his eyebrows and picking me up bridal style, carrying me into the room, making me squeal with laughter. "Dean put me down you igit!" I said through peals of giggles, hitting him gently on the shoulder.

"Sorry sweetheart. I can't." Dean said with a huge smile on his face.

"Wow." I announced as I took in the room around us, Dean moved me round so I could get a three hundred and fifty degree view of just how awful our surroundings were. "Is that a...?"

"Yup that's a mermaid above the bed alright." He smirked.

"Wow." I repeated. The room was worse than I could have imagined. The bed covers were blue with waves and star fish printed on them, the floor was badly carpeted blue, the walls the same faded and scuffed turquoise as the reception, the furniture was all painted mismatched blues and above the bed screwed to the wall was a plastic three foot mermaid.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Dean said, his voice soft. When I tore my eyes away from the amazingly bad room Deans eyes were focused on me, heavily lidded with lust and something else, something I thought just might have been love.

My arms still wrapped around Deans neck I leant in and captured his lips softly with my own. My nerves and butterflies of anticipation returning once more.

Dean responded to my kiss, pulling me tighter into him, letting out a soft groan as I gently nibbled his full bottom lip before licking it. I melted as his mouth opened and our tongues started tangling together, a sweet, passionate dance that I didn't ever want to stop.

Dean didn't falter or break our mind-numbing amazing kiss as he walked us over to the bed and laid us both down on it. His huge muscles straining as he held me still in his arms.

I let out a gasp of pure delight as Deans lips moved from my lips to my neck. Every touch from him sending shivers of electricity racing round my body. My hands tore off his shirt, wanting to feel his hard chest and stomach under my arms, wanting to feel him react to my touch like he usually did.

He broke away from me, his eyes shining with a smile and never leaving mine as he pulled of his button down and then his wife beater, giving me a fantastic view of his well toned body.

I pulled him to me, crashing my lips against his as his hands went to my own top. He didn't brake the kiss this time to stop and let me get undressed, he'd obviously been waiting for this for too long, instead he ripped my shirt open, straight down the middle. The fabric tearing and his muscles bunching to do it had me moaning into his mouth. It was such a turn on.

His hands were now on my bare skin; circling my waist, trailing down my stomach and coming tantalisingly close to my breasts, but never touching them, teasing me and making me groan with frustration and want.

One of his arms circled my back, his hand tracing a line up my spine until he reached my bra, which he undid with the one hand and just a flick of the wrist.

I moaned loud as Deans hands cupped my free breasts, rolling my hard nipples gently between expert fingers.

My hand went to the waistband of his thick jeans that hardly concealed his massive erection. I pulled his belt off and undid the button on his jeans, desperate for this, desperate for him. I pulled his jeans down urgently, gasping and moaning as Dean groaned into my mouth, his hands still teasing my boobs. God he was amazing.

As soon as he was free of his jeans I went to work releasing him from his tight fitting black boxer shorts. My hand wrapped round his impressive hard-on, feeling the velvety soft muscle become impossibly harder under my heavy touch.

"God B." Dean moaned moving from my mouth to my neck once more. One of his hands left my upper body to run a finger along my waistband, the slow, agonisingly close finger had sparks shooting straight to my core, liquid pooling between my legs and gasping once more.

"Please!" I moaned as his hand cupped me through my panties, my buttons worked free somehow, my jeans lower on my hips.

Dean pulled back and looked me in the eye, his face soft with a smile as he laid me back down, his hands gentle as the removed first my jeans and then my panties very slowly.

He laid back down next to me, his lips tracing a path from my cheek down my neck then along my collar bone to my breasts. As he took one nipple into his mouth this hand went in between my legs, tracing my sex with a finger before sliding it very gently inside of me.

"Oh god, Dean!" I moaned as he licked at my nipple, another finger entering me, thrusting gently in and then out, his thumb finding the little bundle of nerves just above.

His lips carried on crawling down my body, stopping at my bellybutton and working round it then going further down. I couldn't stop moaning, every touch had me burning, every kiss set me on fire, every inch of his long fingers incredible.

His thumb which had been taking me higher and higher was quickly replaced by his tongue and I couldn't help but gasp in delight. It felt amazing, better than amazing. He'd never done this before, it had me coming closer to the edge faster than ever.

Soon I was riding the waves of the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt, my hips bucking up into him, my screams echoing round the room and Deans mouth curving into a smile as he moved back to watch me.

Panting, breathless, a huge smile gracing my lips I reached for my man and pulled him up to me. I kissed him hard on the lips, not satisfied yet, wanting to feel him inside me for the first time.

Without words he moved so that his hard muscle was poised at the edge of my entrance. "You sure B?" He asked me softly.

I nodded, I was scared as hell and I was pretty sure this was gonna hurt, but I needed it.

"I'll take care of you sweetheart." Dean whispered into my ear before placing a long slow gentle kiss to my mouth. My lips moved softly with his as, very slowly he pushed his way into my.

Soon I felt him hit something inside of me that made me squirm with the smallest bit of pain. He stopped kissing me, his hands wrapped in my hair and looked me in the eyes. His amazing green owns boarded into mine as he pushed past my barrier.

It hurt, it really fucking hurt. My eyes squeezed together, trying to stop the small tears of pain that were forming, but Dean tilted my chin up to him, making me look at him once more.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asked me, his lips so close to mine that I could feel them moving. I just nodded not trusting myself to speak. "Do you want me to stop." Dean asked softly.

"No." I pleaded, rolling my hips and pushing him further into me, I felt myself opening up round him, the pain lessening as I rolled my hips once more, moving him in me, the pain was wearing off and the pleasure I was getting was so much better.

"God B." Dean gasped as he pulled back before pushing in again. Filling me completely and ever so sweetly.

"Ahh..." I moaned out as he pushed in to me once more, hitting a spot deep within me and making me arch further into him. My hands clutching at his well toned shoulders.

"Bella." Dean hissed as one of his huge arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him, further into me, so close together that it was impossible to tell where we separated.

"Oh god!" I moaned as he kept hitting that spot deep inside of me, his thrusts faster and slightly harder, his ragged breath mingling with my own gasps.

Suddenly I was on fire, I was burning brightly and every inch of me was pulsing with pure pleasure. "Dean!" I screamed, the feeling unlike any I'd ever experienced. Nothing that Dean or I had done together had taken me this high, had me feeling like this; as though I was flying.

"Bella!" Dean growled out loud, his thrusts harder, his hold tighter, his hands grasping as he pushed further into me.

He growled out with one final thrust, his body shaking and quaking on top of my own, our hands entwined our breathing in synch.

After a minute Dean opened his brilliant green eyes and bored deep into mine, a smile gracing his beautiful face, his hands stroking my long brown hair off of my face.

"How you doing sweetheart?" He asked me in barely a whisper, but I could hear the tiniest amount of anxiety in his voice. "I didn't hurt you?"

"That was amazing!" I gasped out, feeling content.

Dean smirked at me before placing a kiss to my lips softly and tenderly. "I love you B." He whispered so quietly I barely heard him.

"I love you too." I whispered back.

A big fat juicy lemon complete with fluff. Hope that makes up a little for the absence. Leave me a review to say that you still love me? Love always Tametiger x