Warning: Adult content. Unbeta'd.

Morning

Delilah woke with a smile on her face, something she thought only happened in films or books. It was like the smile never left her face from the night before. She felt rested and wide awake, something that only a really good night sleep could give you. She lifted her head from Dean's chest and looked at his face, realising that they hadn't moved an inch since they fell asleep.

He was so damn handsome and she couldn't understand why someone as amazing as him could be interested in her. His life was exciting and action-packed. Hers was full of cleaning and teaching. They couldn't be more different yet somehow, it worked.

She licked her lips before catching her bottom one between her teeth as she thought about the night before. He'd blown her mind, made her feel so high she thought she'd never come back down to earth and she knew no other man would ever compare to him; Sex with Dean Winchester was something that would stay with you forever and leave you craving more. He'd officially ruined her for other men and she wouldn't have it any other way.

She realised then that maybe she could return the favour. Wake him up with a very big surprise. She felt nervous as she pulled the covers over her head and descended down the bed. It'd been a very long time since she'd given a guy a blow job and she was never that confident when it came to her sexual skills. She'd only done it a handful of times so she'd never learnt much from experience. Practically everything she knew was from magazines and adult books.

She was careful not to touch him or wiggle around to much as she moved herself between his thighs. Luckily, he'd slept with them wide apart or she'd of had to move them and risk waking him before her mouth could touch him.

She felt his body tense and was worried she'd woken him but after a few seconds she figured it was just her imagination. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from the head of his cock to the base lightly and felt it twitch happily in return. She smiled to herself as she repeated the action. Licking her lips, she took his hardening cock in her right hand before flicking her tongue around the head as she lightly squeezed the base. It jumped in her hand and by now, it'd turned semi-erect.

She sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around it before lowering her mouth half-way down his length and pulling back. She started bobbing her head up and down, going lower each time. When she reached the base, she deep throated him. It wasn't as much as a challenge as she imagined it would usually be since he was still only half hard but she still struggled to fit all of him in her mouth.

He groaned when he hit the back of her throat, muttering a, "Fuck." From above the covers.

It only took a second and then the covers were pulled off her her and a very lustful gaze landed on her.

"Holy fuck." He choked out. "That's the fuckin' hottest thing I've ever seen." His hand slipped down and he ran his fingers through her hair.

She wanted to smile but his cock made it hard – no pun intended – so she used her left hand to give him a thumbs ups before going back to work on his cock.

His chuckle at her actions soon turned into a groan. "Jesus, baby." He breathed, his hand tightening in her roots.

By now, he was rock hard and when she tried to deep throat him again, she felt herself gag a little. She pulled back and continued to bob her head up and down while lightly sucking. She felt him lightly thrust up into her mouth. When she glanced up at him, she noticed that his eyes were on her mouth and his jaw was clenched.

He caught her gaze and smirked, his hand tightening in her hair so she couldn't move her head. "'Nough, baby." He breathed. "You're amazing." He assured her. "But I gotta' fuck you." He admitted.

She swirled her tongue on the under side of his cock as she pulled him out of her mouth and sat up, purposely pushing her breasts out. "How'd you want me?" She asked, trying to sound as seductive as possible.

His eyes went to her breasts. I love my lefty and righty, He thought to himself as he shifted himself into a sitting position. His palms tapped his thighs. "Wanna' see you ride me." He told her

She smiled and nodded. "Condom?" She questioned.

"Wallet." He replied.

She glanced around the bed before noticing his wallet on the floor. She bent down – feeling rather self-conscious as she did – and grabbed it before she opened it and found the foil packet. She threw it over to him, blushing when she noticed his gaze on her ass before she dropped the wallet on the floor.

She watched as he slipped the condom on and licked her lips as she climbed over his legs before settling on his lap. She moaned lowly when his hands went to her breasts. Using his shoulders to steady herself, she wrapped her right hand around his shaft, positioning it at her entrance before sinking herself down onto him slowly. She winced a little, still sore from the night before but it didn't lost long.

"Mm." Dean moaned, his hands falling to her hips. "Shit, you got the best pussy." He told her, his head falling to her chest. He kissed Deans righty.

She whimpered as she raised her self off of him before dropping back down. "You got the best dick." She replied, resting her head on his. She could smell sweat in his hair and she closed her eyes, strangely enjoying it..

He rocked his hips against hers as he brought his tongue out and licked at her nipple. "Love fuckin' you." He mumbled. Crap, He thought to himself, There goes that L word again.

"Me too." She said with a whimper. She felt so full and stretched. Her toes curled as they picked up their rhyme and she felt Dean's hand brush against her stomach before his thumb rubbed frantically at her clit. "Oh god." She choked out, feeling her orgasm build up within a matter of seconds.

"Need'ja to cum for me." Dean mumbled against her breasts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, baby." He groaned. "I'm gonna' blow, ya' need to cum." His voice was tense.

Seconds later, she did just that, her hand clenching in his hair desperately as she whimpered loudly. She felt Dean pulse inside of her as she did, his hands tightening on her hips. They stayed like that as their breaths calmed.

Two minutes later, it was Dean who spoke first. "Mornin'." He said, lifting his head from her chest and looking up at her with a smile.

"Morning." She smiled in return. "Good sleep?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Didn't sleep."

She frowned, not sure how to take that. "Was it because of me?" She asked him worriedly as she climbed off of his lap, feeling his cock slip out of her as she did. She settled in the bed beside him, pulling the covers up to cover her chest.

He grimaced as he pulled the condom off of himself before throwing it on to the floor. He turned and looked at her with a lop-sided smile. "Sorta." He replied, reaching out and pushing some hair behind her ear.

"Sorry." She told him softly. "Did I move too much?" She questioned. She didn't think she'd moved at all since she woke in the same position that she fell asleep in.

He shook his head, brushing a thumb over her cheek. His eyes were warm when they met hers. "Nothin' you did." He assured her.

"Then why didn't you sleep?" She bit her lip.

His thumb brushed against her teeth as he pulled her bottom lip out of her mouth. "Uhh..." He inhaled then chuckled. "It's stupid." He told her, dropping his hand and throwing his legs off the side of the bed. He reached for his underwear and pulled them on.

She glanced at his chest. God, he's hot. She thought before shaking her head of her thoughts. "You can tell me." She assured him, hoping she didn't sound to pushy.

He shrugged as he stood up and walked over to his duffel bag. He picked it up and put it on the bed as he opened it. "Just..." He trailed off, pulling black T-shirt out of his bag. "Wanted ta' be awake." He continued, zipping the bag shut. "Just in case, you know?" He slipped the shirt over his head.

She frowned in confusion. "In case of what?"

"Case somethin' happened." He mumbled, throwing his duffel back onto the floor. He sighed and finally looked at her. "Felt like I had to protect ya." Her heart swelled in her chest as she gazed at him with her mouth open. "I told you it's stupid." He continued, chucking nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

That snapped her out of it and she shook her head. "Nah, it ain't." She assured him. "I...I think it's really sweet." She grinned softly. "Thank you." She could of swore she saw a light blush cover his cheeks.

He waved her off. "It's nothing." He smirked, sitting down on the end of the bed. "What's your plan for today?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Stick around until Bobby says we have to leave." She smiled sadly.

He nodded. He'd figured that. "We'll come n' visit soon." He assured her.

"Good." She said. "I never did get a chance to show you my PS3."

He chuckled. "Trust me, baby. I'm not gonna' be visitin' for a game console." He winked.

She laughed. "I know but I'm still going to get you to play it." She told him. "I think you'll like 'Call Of Duty'."

He frowned at her. "What's that?"

"It's a shooting game." She smiled at him, amused. "And there's this cool game mode where you get to kill zombies."

"Sounds too much like my day job." He joked.

Her eyes widened. "You've dealt with zombies?" She didn't know whether it was cool or scary.

He nodded. "Not exactly but close enough." He answered. "Remember, Croatoan?" He winced as he said it, the name triggering a flashback of his nightmare.

She considered, trying to stop Future-Jacks tear filled eyes from appearing in her head. "Yeah but they weren't really like zombies." She replied. "They didn't eat people."

He raised his eyebrows. "You almost sound disappointed."

She shrugged. "Maybe...I just think a zombie apocalypse would be kinda cool."

He shook his head and chuckled. "You're nuts."

"Damn, you figured it out." She mock huffed before they both grinned at each other.

The grin slowly dropped from Delilahs face as she remembered what Future-Dean told her. Talking about the Croatoan virus reminded her of it and she wasn't sure if she should tell Dean or not. She knew there was a chance it wouldn't even happen and she didn't want to worry him.

Dean caught the look on her face. "You alright, baby?" He asked, concerned.

She shook herself out of it and forced a smile. "I'm fine." She assured him. They were having such a lovely time, she really didn't want to put a downer on it. She'd tell him another time. She brought her hand up to her face a pushed back some fallen hair behind her ear. She looked at Dean confused when he caught her hand but when he felt his thumb rub across her scars, she understood. "I guess I don't need to tell you where they're from." She said.

He shook his head. "You shouldn't of had to go through any of that." He said almost angrily. "If I could of stopped it, I would."

She smiled sadly. "You couldn't of changed anything." The feeling of his thumb massaging her scars was quite relaxing.

He sighed. "I know but don't mean I have ta' like it." He grumbled, bring her wrist up to his lips so he could kiss it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Chuck." He muttered quietly.

She shrugged. "Like I told you on the phone – I get it." She replied. "It was kinda uneasy, knowing you knew everything that happened to me but somehow, it made it easier." She admitted. "It means I don't have to tell you it and I hate talking about it so that's an upside."

He entwined his fingers with hers. "You're still beautiful, you know?" He told on, referring to her scars.

She blushed and brought her eyes up to his. "You think?" She questioned softly.

He nodded. "Sweetheart, no other girl compares."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.. "Delilah? We gotta' get goin'." It was Bobby.

Delilah sighed sadly. "Guess I better get dressed."

Delilah waited by the truck for Bobby. She saw Sam exit the room and he walked over to her. "I guess we'll be seein' you some other time." He said.

She nodded. "I hope so." They hugged briefly when he reached her.

"I'll see you later." He said as he pulled away.

She frowned when she saw the direction he was heading. "Where you goin'?" She asked him confused.

He glanced around nervously before gesturing to his lower half. "I got that thing...To take care of." He replied with a tight smile.

She held back a laugh and nodded. "Have fun." She joked and he laughed before he carried on walking.

It was a few minutes later before Bobby and Dean exited the room. Bobby wheeled himself straight over to the truck and opened the door.

"You know where you're going next?" Delilah asked when Dean reached her.

He nodded. "Got a text from Chuck. He told us to meet him." He replied.

"Ah, right." She took a step closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Maybe you'll come visit after?" She questioned, hopeful.

"I promise I'll try." He assured her, bending his neck and lightly brushing his lips across hers. "You know..." He swallowed thickly. "There's somethin' I wanna' tell you."

She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah?"

Dammit, Sam, he thought, this better not go wrong. About an hour ago, him and Sam spoke about feelings and Sam told him that he should just tell her how he felt and not be scared about what could happen. He told him that he deserved happiness and that Delilah wasn't a helpless girl, she could handle herself. "Uh huh." He responded. "I uh," He cleared his throat nervously. "I care about you." There, I said it. "A lot." He swallowed nervously. "I care 'bout you so much that..." He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "It's almost like love."

Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. She smiled at him softly. "I almost love you too." She whispered, bringing her lips to his.

Dean sighed in relief, wrapping his hands around her waist tightly as he kissed her slow. It felt good to say it to her and he was very happy that she felt the same way but he couldn't help but feel like something bad was going to happen.

–

Later that night.

Delilah smiled happily as she cuddled with Jack on their sofa. It was soon Jacks bed time but she missed him so much that she mused with the idea of letting him stay up a little longer just so she could spend some time with him.

She'd recently got off the phone with Dean who was now suffering with his lack of sleep since it looked like they were going to have to drive through the night in order to reach Chuck in time. Lucky for him, Sam offered to drive so Dean could get some sleep which is when Delilah told him to go.

She rested her nose against Jacks hair and inhaled before laying a kiss there. "I missed you." She mumbled, his hairs tickling her nose.

"Missed you too." He told her as he glanced up at her and smiled.

She grinned and squeezed him tightly against her. "How 'bout we go upstairs 'nd watch 'Finding Nemo'?" She questioned.

He grinned and jumped out of her arms with a, "Yeah!" as he rushed up the stairs.

She laughed as she watched it before finding the TV remote and switching the TV off. She made sure everything was turned off before he went over to the study and slid the door open quietly, checking in on Bobby.

She saw him sitting by his desk with a book. "Bobby?" She called over to him and watched as he looked up at her.

"Yeah, girl?" He replied.

"Just wanted to say night." She told him. "Sweet dreams."

"Wait." He interrupted her before she could close the door. "I want ta' say sorry."

She frowned and lent against the door. "What for?" She questioned curiously.

He sighed. "My behaviour." He admitted. "The way I been treatin' you. It ain't right."

Her frown stayed in it's place. "What brought this one?"

"Dean." He told her. "He had a little chat with me 'fore we left." He continued.

Her mouth formed a 'O'. "Right." She nodded and waved him off. "It's OK, Pops." She assured him. "I understand that it's hard for you. I can't even imagine..." She trailed off.

"No, you can't." He agreed. "And I hope ya' never have to go through anythin' like this." He continued. "I just wanted ya' to know that even if I'm a grumpy ol' man lately, I still love ya'."

She smiled at him softly, feeling her eyes tear up. "I love you too, Pops." She told him. "I always will."

He tried to hold back his smile but it didn't work. "Now get." He told her, waving his hand. "I got stuff ta' do."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Night, Pops."

"Night, babe."

"Crap!" Delilah whispered, hearing her cell phone beep. "Shh, shh." She muttered as she reached over to her side cabinet. Gripping her phone in her hand, she glanced over at Jack who was fast asleep next to her. Turning back to her phone, she noticed that she had a message.

She opened it and frowned at the unknown number.

Delilah?

It read. She ran her tongue along the top of her teeth and she thought about who it could be. Maybe Rose had got a new phone? Or Dean? No, it couldn't be Dean. She shook her head slightly. She didn't know who else it could be. No one other than Rose, Dean, Bobby and Peter has had her number, she thinks anyway. "Oh.." She said quietly. "Sam?" She guessed.

Sam?

She repeated into the text. He must have gotten her number off of Dean but why would he be texting her? She swallowed nervously, hoping that Dean wasn't hurt. Though, she though, even if Dean was hurt, he'd still text from Dean's cell, wouldn't he? She frowned again, completely confused.

Her phone beeped again and she quickly stuck her hand over the speaker, mentally slapping herself for not putting her phone on silent. She quickly did that before she opened the text so she wouldn't have a chance to forget.

No. Guess again ;)

"What the fuck." She breathed, bring her spare hand up to her mouth so she could bit her nail. She thought long and hard. It obviously wasn't something with the wrong number since they knew her name. It couldn't be anyone she knew from high school since she hadn't seen any of them in years and they all thought she was dead. She hadn't given her number out to anyone so..."Who the hell could it be?"

Who is this?

She questioned them.

The reply she got a few minutes later almost made her heart stop beating and her breath left her chest as she stared at the text in shock.

You're no fun :(.

It's Billy.

"Oh-" She said slowly. "-my-" She inhaled. "-God." She glanced over at her son before looking back at the text. She swallowed nervously. "It's Jacks Dad." She breathed, almost like she couldn't believe it.