Dean didn't know what time it was or how long he'd been asleep when he woke to someone pulling him out of bed. He opened tired bleary eyes and it took him a moment to focus on Lizzy.

"Lizzy? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"Nothing," She said, pulling him from her children bedroom and back to theirs. It was still early and she didn't want to leave things the way they were. She closed the door, before putting her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

"Mmm," Dean moaned into the kiss. "I love you Lizzy. No one else could ever come close to you." he said slipping a hand under her top.

"I know that now Dean," She said with a smile before she pulled back from him, giving him a mischievous smile. She started to strip before him, until she was completely bare. She bit her lip lightly, knowing what that does to him before she moved over to the bed, laying on her side, head propped up.

"Strip for me, Love," she purred.

Dean shivered and locked his eyes on her. He stalked her slowly moving toward the bed. "Strip for you? Hmm... What if I don't want to? What if I want you to come over here and take what you want? You're a big bad Winchester should be easy for you..." Dean smirked, teasing her.

She felt herself become more aroused at that, she up on her knees on the bed, getting to the edge. She reached out a grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She locked eyes with him again as she pulled his sleeping shirt over his head and away. Her hand went between his legs, rubbing at Dean's erection through his sleeping pants.

"What I want; is you. I want you to throw me to this bed. I want you to get me off with that talented tongue of yours. Then I want you to be inside me, deep inside. I want you to fuck me so hard, so good that I never question your desire for me, ever again," she demanded.

Dean groaned. He pushed his pants to the floor and hissed as the heat of her hand surrounded his aching cock. With a hand on the back of her neck he pulled her in for a rough deep, demanding kiss and then pushed her back on the bed. He climbed up with her and kneed her legs apart settling between them. He took one of her breasts in his mouth teasing the nipple with teethe and tongue and quickly treating the other to the same. He slid down her body teasing the entire way with lips and teeth and tongue till he reached his goal. He took a few quick licks of her before thrusting his tongue inside.

"Oh God, Dean," she moaned out, fisting the sheets and biting her lip in order to keep herself from screaming out to much more as he worked her up quickly. He pushed all her buttons, working her into a frenzy quickly before arching her hips towards him as she felt herself being overwhelmed with pleasure, pleasure from Dean, her husband, the love of her life. She panted for a moment as she felt him stalk up her body. She smiled at the look in his eyes and she felt an overwhelming need to possess the man before him.

"Change of plans," she said before she quickly had him on his back, pinned before him. She smiled down at him and she could tell, he liked how this was going. She rubbed up against his hard cock before letting it slip in slowly. Then she just stopped, smiling down at him.

"Beg,"

Dean whimpered, though later he would deny ever making such a sound. He grabbed her hips trying to pull her down on him fully but she resisted. He hovered above him, the head of his cock barely resting inside the wet heat of her.

"Fuck, Lizzy please, fuck me babe. Fuck me so hard. You're so wet for me, baby I can feel it. Fuck you feel so good, like you were made for me. Please, Baby, I'm so hard, so hard for you just for you. Can you feel it? I know you can. Hard, aching and dripping, and it's all for you. Please, I want to be inside you, so fucking deep inside that we can't tell where one starts and the other ends. Please, Lizzy Please, fuck me, NOW!" Dean said in a low sensual rumbling voice.

Lizzy purred at his words before she sunk down on him, taking him in completely.

"Is this what you want?" she said and before he could speak, she rocked her hips hard.

"Fuck! Yes!" Dean hissed out through clenched teeth. He bucked against her trying to get deeper inside her tight wet heat.

She smiled. "Too bad," she said before she began rocking against him, in slow, shallow thrust, leaning in, kissing and nipping at his next. "I'm going to take my time with you," she said.

"Oh fuck! Oh, Lizzy, baby please... You're drivin' me crazy! Please," Dean begged as she rode him slow and steady keeping them going slowly toward release.

She smiled, biting her lip. "That is the...mmmm point," she moaned out, loving the way he felt. "Feels so good. Dean. So right. We were made for each other, you are right. Always. No matter what, you will always be the love of my life," she moaned out before she started to pick up her pace, just a fraction.

"Mmm" Dean moaned again. "Lizzy, love you so much. We're perfect together. You're so good to me good for me. Ahh! Lizzy, more, please" Dean said in that low rumble voice that made his body seem to vibrate against her. He rested his hands on her hips sliding them over her heated sweat slicked skin.

She moaned out before she began to pick up her pace, harder, faster, deeper strokes. She was quickly starting to lose it against him. "God Dean, love you, love this. FUCK!" she moaned out as she shuttered and came for the second time that morning.

Lizzy's shattering orgasm triggered Dean's own. He gripped her hips tightly, leaving bruises more likely than no. "Ahh! Fuck, LIZZY!" he cried out unable to control his shout. Lizzy collapsed against him and he held her tightly to him as he began to shake. Whether from the myriad of emotions running through him or the chill in the air against his sweat soaked skin he didn't know or care. All that mattered was his woman in his arms.

They laid within their arms for what seemed like forever before a light, timed knock came to the door.

"Ahhh Dean, I'm sorry to bother you but we really show be getting out on the road," Sam said though the door.

Dean sighed. "I don't want to go. Why did I listen to you about this?" he said. He got up and dressed. He figured that he'd shower once they got to their motel. Besides he wasn't ready to rinse Lizzy's scent from his body yet. He picked up his bags and stood next to the bed. "I'll call you when we get there." He kissed her deeply. "It's too early, I don't want to wake them... kiss the kids for me?"

"I will," she said as she watched him leave. She just wrapped herself within the bed, still smelling like dean, sweet and sex, falling asleep contently for a little bit before the kids woke up.

Dean met Sam at the bottom of the stairs and tossed him the keys to the Impala. "Dude, if there's no job, I'm kickin' your ass." Dean settled his sunglasses on his face and slid in the backseat using a folded blanket as a pillow. "I don't have all day. Move your ass, bitch!" Dean called out.

Sam just shook his head before slipping into the drives seat, driving them to Ohio. Sam stopped for lunch and then when they got back on the road, Dean drove. Sam kept looking at Dean for a moment then looking off until Dean got frustrated and yelled at Sam to tell him what it was.

"You thought that me and Lizzy where having an affair huh? I have to say, I'm flatter but she is WAY out of my league. Yours too I might add but for some silly reason she loves you." Sam said shaking his head. "Dude you had a fight over me," he said with a snort.

Dean smacked Sam in the back of the head. "So I thought you were hitting on my wife, I'm dying; I'm allowed to be irrational. Besides having a Demon whisper in my ear about it doesn't help much either." Dean said. "Bitch." he muttered.

"Wooh! Demon? Did.. ahh we get a visitor last night?" Sam asked, all serious now.

Dean nodded. "Bastion. He came to talk."

"And he got you thinking that maybe me and Lizzy... I see. You know Demons do lie? I know you know that. So if he got you that upset... you already had the thought in your head. Is it just us hanging out, being friends... I... I just want to be there for her, you know. She isn't the only one loosing you. I'm losing you are well and we just started to bond, more than before. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but she is just a friend Dean. Nothing more. She is your wife, and I would never cross that line," Sam said, trying to explain,

"I know that Sam. I do. I was just being irrational. I mean, unless it's the kids or sex, I haven't been able to talk to her lately. She's either reading or working out, or with you training, talking whatever. I... I miss her," Dean confessed. He turned on the radio and took a moment to find a station he liked then turned up the volume, anything to avoid more chick flick moments.

Sam debating on turning the radio off and finishing this but her just let it go, letting him brood in silence. But he would talk about it later. They got in late, decided to go talk to the Priest the next morning.

Dean was sitting on his bed about to call his wife when Sam got his attention.

"Tell her you miss her. She maybe a sensitive, but she isn't a mind reader," Sam said before he went to take a shower, giving Dean privacy.

Dean dialed Lizzy's number and waited for her to pick up. one ring, two, then three and four. Dean wondered if he was going to have to just leave her a message. Finally her head her answer. "Hey, Lizzy." he said softly.

"Hey Dean," She said with a yawn. "You made it there ok I see?" She said, sitting up, getting the sleep out of her eyes. "Find anything yet, or have you not started yet?" She asked.

"Nah. We're gonna start in the morning. I just wanted to call and let you know we made it ok. And I wanted to see how you were." Dean said. He was bustling about the room getting his things out for his turn in the shower.

"I'm ok. Just a little tired," she said, sounding quite wiped. "I went to sleep straight after putting the kids down."

"What did you do all day?" Dean asked. He wanted to talk to her about anything really. He wanted them to talk like they used to. He knew that she sounded tired but he just couldn't bring himself to hang up yet.

"I played with the kids, helped Bobby look at the gun. He still thinks he can get it working again. I hope he can. We will see. If anyone can, Bobby can," She said with some amusement to her voice.

"Yeah, that's Bobby. Did you do anything by yourself today? Like when the kids were asleep?" Dean asked enjoying the everyday feeling of the conversation and the sound of his wife's voice.

She let out a laugh at that. "With Bobby, Michael and Abby, I'm rarely alone. You know that. Abby was all clingy again after you left. In fact," Lizzy said letting out a Yawn. "I'm surprised the phone didn't wake her. She refused to go to sleep in her own bed, so she's in ours at the moment."

"Well we knew that was going to happen. It was kinda one of the reasons I didn't want to go, but oh well. Is she alright?" he asked as Sam got out of the shower.

"She is handling it, like she always does. So have you murdered Sam yet or have you gotten over yourself?" she asked, not hoping to start anything, mainly just testing to see if he was ok.

"He lives. For now any way," Dean said with a smile. "I'm really sorry I did that. With everything that's happening and then him showing up and playing on my fears I let my imagination get the best of me."

"I don't get why you would think I would, even with Sam. I know I asked you about it, but you're different. You don't have much time left, but I see now that I shouldn't have even suggested it. I just want you to be happy, but you can't stop being a hunter either, no matter how much you want to. You can't fight... who you are Dean," she said.

"I know, Baby. Look Sam just came back in the room so I'm going to say this while I have you both." Dean said looking at his brother. He took a breath. "You have to stop trying to save me."

"What? Why?" Lizzy said on the phone.

"How can you say that? Do you WANT to die?" Sam said.

"It's what Bastion came to tell me. No welching, no weaseling out. I try to get out of this and it's off. I'll die, Lizzy, you'll die and then it will be open season on our kids. I can't... no I won't let that happen. Please," Dean explained.

"Dean you can't believe him, I'm sure there is a way. Dean. You can't ask me to stop looking for a way to save my husband," Lizzy pleaded on the phone. Sam looked at Dean, quite upset, but he was going to let Lizzy have her turn first, because she would have the better chance of changing his mind.

"You know I believe him! He wouldn't hesitate to orphan our kids and you know it! It's a risk I can't take. I'm sorry I know this isn't what either one of you want to hear but I didn't want to keep it from you," Dean said lowering his voice.

"Well it's a risk I'm willing to take," Lizzy said, deadly serious on the phone before she hung up on him. She wasn't going to stop. There had to be away to keep everything and she was going to find it.

Dean set the phone down and looked up at his brother. "I'm sorry. I know it 's not what you want. But, Sammy... they're my kids." He said as if that explained everything

"Dean there has to be a way. Ruby says..." was all that Sam got out before Dean interrupted him.

"Ruby's a Demon, Sam. And I get the feeling that Bastion is a lot more powerful that her. Demon's lie. You can't trust her," Dean said standing up and heading toward the bathroom. "Don't cross me on this one Sammy. I won't put my children at risk."

Sam was not happy about this but he dropped it. For now.

Lizzy was mad when she hung up the phone. She got out of bed, putting on her robe before heading down stair. She saw that Bobby was still messing with the Colt as she went into the kitchen. He looked up at her and could tell she was upset.

"Lizzy?" Bobby said looking up. "Darlin' I thought you went to bed," he said settled the dismantled Colt aside. "What's wrong? Are you alright? The kids?"

"They are fine. They are asleep," she said, reaching to the top shelf of one of the cabinet pulling out a bottle of bourbon, and pouring her a glass.

Bobby watched her for a moment. He sighed and walked over to her. He took the bottle and got another glass filling it for himself. "Alright. What that Idjit do this time?"

"He asked me to stop looking for a way out of the Deal. To stop trying to save him. To give up my last be of hope that this nightmare could all just go away," she said with a humor laugh before she downed the glass, pouring herself another one.

"Did he say why?" Bobby asked her.

"He said that Bastion told him that if we welched on the Deal then... then I'm gone. Kids lose their protection. But there has GOT to be a way to make it right, for ALL of us. Why would Bastion even bother warning if there wasn't a way," Lizzy said, taking another drink.

"So keep looking," Bobby told her. "Just don't tell him you are."

"I'm already keeping things from him... I will but, I just feel like all these lies are what is breaking us. Me and Sam are looking into this, and other things without Dean. So we have to talk away from Dean, we have to be away from Dean. He thought we were... getting too close. He thought I was having an affair with him. If I could just tell him what we are really doing..." she said, talking another drink. "I think he would rather us be having that affair."

Bobby took the glass from her and set them both down on a table. He hugged her close and kissed her hair. "Go to bed, get some rest. We'll start fresh in the morning. I'll help you. Just... have faith."

She nodded against him. "Thank you. Without you and Sam, I would have lost it a month ago," She said before heading back up to bed, wrapping her arms protectively over her little girl.

Dean finished his shower and left the bathroom. He found Sam still awake and sitting on his bed.

"Thought you'd be sleeping by now," Dean said as he rummaged through his bag for something to sleep in.

"It's not fair. We are trying to help you, save you. Why would you tell us to stop?" Sam asked.

Dean sighed. I told you why, Sam. Do I have to keep repeating it?" Dean sighed then yawned. "Look I'm tired and I'm tired of arguing." Dean said finally. "Let's get some sleep. We have work to do in the morning."

"Well get un-tired of arguing because I'm not back down on this DEAN! I'm not going to let Lizzy be a widow; those kids grow up without a father... me without a brother. There is a lot at stake, I know, but we can at least LOOK, instead of giving up," Sam yelled.

"Do whatever you want. I just don't want to hear about it." Dean shot back as he dressed. He threw back the blankets on his bed and lay down. "Good night, Sam."

"Fine!" he said before getting into bed, going to sleep as well.

A/N: Happy V-day!