"NO!", Lucifer screamed, just before bright light shot from his eyes and mouth. Dean had to turn his head to protect his eyes from the blinding light. Claire was screaming while Lucifer died on top of her. When the angelic light cut out Dean heaved Lucifer off of Claire and pulled her into his arms. He didn't care that she was naked. He barely noticed.

"I'm so sorry, Claire!", Dean sobbed. "I was supposed to protect you and I didn't!" Claire clutched at his shirt like she was drowning and Dean was the life preserver. Sam came running over to them with the sheet and covered her back up again. "I didn't protect you". Claire slowly looked up into Dean's eyes and felt more sorry for him than she did herself.

"Dean?", Claire whispered. "It's not your fault". She reached up and touched his cheek lightly and smiled at him. "You saved me, Dean! I would have died inside my own head if you weren't here". She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her and kissed his lips tenderly. "You didn't leave me alone". Dean hugged her tight and closed his eyes. She was so strong. Stronger than he was. "Take me home, please!"

"I'll call Jodie and have her come and get you, OK?", Dean whispered. Claire's face scrunched up and she looked away. "What's wrong, Claire? I thought you wanted to go home". She looked back up at him with pleading eyes and hugged him tighter, burying her face in his chest. "Please talk to me, Claire!" She was starting to frighten him.

"I...I can't go back there, Dean!", Claire blurted out. "Please take me to the bunker with you! PLEASE!" Claire was clinging to his shirt so tightly that Dean could feel the seems starting to give way. His eyebrows were pulled together with worry.

"OK, Claire!", Dean soothed. "OK! You can stay at the bunker for as long as you need. OK?" Claire just nodded frantically and stared off at nothing. Dean looked up at Sam, who was crouched next to him and saw the same look of concern that must be written all over his own face. "We gotta get her out of here, Sammy!"

"Right! Just let me check on...", Sam's words faded away when he looked around for Crowley and he wasn't there. The blade that had been lodged in Lucifer's chest just a moment ago was missing as well. "That figures! It's just like him to cut and run!" He and Dean helped Claire to get to her feet and they moved toward the double doors. Dean pulled the demon blade from his jacket and Sam pulled out an angel blade. They were both relieved that Lucifer hadn't taken their weapons.

Sam opened the doors a crack and peeked out. Seeing nothing, he threw the doors open and lead the way down the long corridor to the main entrance. A side door burst open and the brothers spun around to face the threat. A short sweaty man in a suit that was two sizes to big screeched to a halt in front of the Winchesters. He threw his hands up in the air, dropping his clipboard on the floor.

"E-excuse m-m-me, gentlemen!", the demon stuttered. Sam grabbed the demon by his tie and threw him up against the wall with the tip of the angel blade against his throat. "Please don't kill me!"

"Do you have a car?", Sam whispered. The demon nodded hurriedly and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He held them out to Sam with shaking fingers. Sam snatched them and stuffed them in his own pocket. "Where's the car?"

"It..It's around the b-back! B-blue Chevy C-Cavalier!" The demon was sweating so badly that it was pouring down the sides of his face like a river. Sam backed away, holding the angel blade out in front of him.

"If you make a sound or warn the other demons, I'll come back and gank you! You got that?" Sam wasn't messing around anymore. He would have ganked him anyway, but there was a chance that other demons would hear him scream and he just didn't want to risk it. The little man nodded again and just stood there, trembling against the wall.

The trio backed cautiously to the door and bolted through the entrance. They made their way around the building to the back, where several vehicles were parked. Sam spotted the blue Cavalier and they ran to it, jumped in, and took off with a squeal of tires. Just as before, Sam drove, while Dean sat in the back with Claire.

When they made it back to the motel they warded the room this time. Sam didn't think that the demons would come after them with Lucifer dead, but he wasn't taking any chances. Dean carried Claire into the room this time, laid her on one of the beds, and covered her with a blanket. When he tried to stand up, Claire grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back to her.

"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, DEAN!", she said hysterically. "PLEASE! JUST STAY WITH ME FOR A LITTLE WHILE! PLEASE?" Dean nodded and laid down on the bed next to her. Claire cuddled up to him and laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Dean?", Claire whispered softly. Dean looked down at her while she stared up at him. "Can I talk to you...alone?" Dean stared deeply into her eyes for a long moment before he spoke.

"Sammy?", Dean called to his brother as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, Dean".

"Take a walk", Dean said, still staring down at Claire. "Claire and I need to talk". Sam looked from Dean to Claire and back again.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll uhh go have a few beers at that bar across the street. Just call me when you're done...talking". Sam walked out the door, knowing that there wasn't going to be much talking in that room tonight. But they deserved to be happy. To get away from the world for a while. He would let them have it.

"What's on your mind, Claire?", Dean asked. He knew full well, but he also knew that she needed to take the lead. She needed to take some control back in her life. She looked away for a moment, trembling. Her nerves were raw and she had no idea how she was going to say this. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him again. "Talk to me, OK?" Claire sighed, closing her eyes.

"Make love to me Dean!", she blurted. Dean sighed. He knew it was coming, he just didn't know whether either of them were ready from that.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Claire", Dean whispered. "I don't want to take advantage of a wounded heart".

"I don't know if I can live knowing that Lucifer and his disgusting demon were the only ones to touch me. I just can't stand it. I wanna tear my skin off!" Claire was pulling at the skin on her arms, close to hysterics. Dean grabbed her hands to stop her and slid his hands up her arms slowly. She shuddered at the feeling and goosebumps popped up on her exposed skin. When his hand got to her shoulders, Dean pushed her gently onto her back on the bed. He ran a finger over her collar bone and she trembled.

"You're sure about this?", Dean asked. Claire nodded and smiled up at him. Dean leaned down and kissed her softly. Claire wrapped her arms around hs neck and kissed him back, opening her mouth for him. His tongue was like velvet as it moved across hers. Searching. But for what, she wasn't sure. But hers seemed to be searching for the same thing. When they finally came up for air, they just stared at each other for a moment before Dean sat up and pulled off his shirt. Claire reached up and touched his firm chest over the tattoo that kept him safe from demon possession. Dean shuddered at her touch.

"You're so beautiful", Dean breathed. "So beautiful". He caressed her face and slide his hand down her neck to her chest. He grabbed the blanket and slowly pulled it down and away from her front, exposing her breasts. He breathed hard as his hand moved down over her left breast. She moaned softly as his thumb made circles around her nipple. Claire tugged on his belt, trying to unbuckle it. Dean chuckled and helped her get it undone and let her do the rest. When she pulled his pants down to his hips and his erection sprang free, Claire gasped. "Are you scared?" He looked at her with his brows furrowed.

"N-No!", Claire blurted. "It's...just...I've never really seen one this close before and...well, it's so...big!" Then she looked away. "I did my best not to look when Lucifer..." She shuddered at the thought of what had happened. Dean grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

"Claire, I will NEVER hurt you. So if you say 'stop', I stop. Got it?" Claire nodded at him and he kissed her passionately. He pulled the blanket up and laid down over her, then laid the blanket back over both of them. Claire was trembling so much that her muscles were tight and starting to ache. "Calm down, Claire. Just breathe". Claire closed her eyes and took deep breaths. It helped some. "Spread your legs for me, Sweetie". Her eyes grew wide and she stopped breathing. "Dean smiled down at her and caressed her cheek. "It's OK, Claire. If you don't think you can do this, we'll stop".

"NO! I...I'm OK", Claire said. "You just took me off guard, that's all. I'm alright". She spread her shaking legs slowly and Dean sank down between them. He stuck his face in her neck and started planting soft butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin below her ear. Claire moaned at the tingly sensation. "OH GOD! DEAN!" He smirked into the side of her neck and started to suck on the tender spot over her pulse point. She squealed under him, writhing at the intensely pleasurable feeling.

"Relax now, Claire", Dean breathed into her ear. He reached down and ran his shaft along her folds, gathering her juices. He moved forward and slowly pushed into her. It was agonizing for him to hold back, but he wasn't going to traumatize or hurt anymore than she already was. "If I hurt you, tell me". Claire nodded with her eyes closed tightly. She gasped again when he slid home. She was wetter than he expected her to be. "Are you alright?", he whispered.

"Yes!", Claire said panting. Dean rolled his hips before he made any other move and she moaned. When he started to pull back, she clutched at him, thinking he was going to leave her. She craved his closeness. But when he pushed back in and hit her G-spot, she felt the most wonderfully exquisite sensation. He body shook with the intensity. "OH...OH GOD!", Claire shouted. Claire wrapped her legs around Dean's waist and hugged his neck. He started rocking in and out of her at a steady pace. Dean had been with lots of women over the years, but he had never felt anything like this before. It wasn't just her body, it was HER. It was like their very essences were becoming one.

"Does it feel good, Princess?", Dean purred. He panted into her neck, kissing and nibbling at her soft skin. He could feel her tightening around him and knew she was close.

"YES, DEAN! IT FEELS SO GOOD!", Claire screamed. She felt her stomach clenching and something building up inside of her, ready to let loose.

"Then cum for me, Claire!", Dean growled softly into her neck. "CUM FOR ME! Claire screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train and her walls squeezed him tightly. Dean groaned, as he picked up the pace, pulling louder and louder moans and squeals from her. He wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer. He was teetering on the edge of ecstasy and when Claire started nibbling on his throat, it sent him hurdling over the edge and he came with a shout and a shudder. Dean pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at her while he panted. He thought she'd be happy, but the look in her eyes was full of sorrow.

"What's wrong, Claire?", Dean asked concerned. He pushed the hair away from her face trying to get a read on her.

"I...I didn't tell you the whole truth about why I wanted you to make love to me, Dean", Claire said, on the verge of tears. "I..." she had to take a deep breath before she could continue. "I love you, Dean. I have for a long time". She sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. "I know you don't feel that way about me, Dean. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I was afraid you wouldn't...stay with me if you knew the truth". He was taken aback by her words. This was something he hadn't expected, but if he was being honest with himself, he felt the same way about her. But he was old enough to be her father! What could he possibly have to offer her? But he knew that her life was that of a hunter now anyway. He figured he could protect her better if she was with him.

"I love you too, Claire", Dean whispered. Claire looked up at him in surprise. She opened her mouth to say something and then snapped it shut again. Dean smiled down at her and then leaned down and kissed her again. "I promise you that I will die before I let anyone hurt you again". Claire's face scrunched up in pain when she looked back at him.

"I don't want you to die for me, Dean!" Claire pulled away from him and sat up. "I don't want you to love me! I don't deserve it!" Claire started to sob as she turned and tried to get off the bed. But Dean grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down into his lap. "LET GO OF ME, DEAN! NOBODY ELSE IS GONNA DIE FOR ME!" Claire struggled to get free of Dean's grip, but he was holding her firmly against his chest. Finally she stop squirming and sighed with resignation.

"If anyone deserves love it's you, Claire. And when you love someone, you do whatever it takes to keep them safe. That includes giving your life for them!" She turned in his arms to face him and hugged him tightly around the neck. "I know that life hasn't treated you so well, Claire. And for that, I'm sorry. No one should have to go through that much pain".

"But, you always seem to know how to make the pain go away", Claire remarked. "How do you do that?" Dean shrugged. He didn't know he was doing anything but being himself.

"Just special, I guess!", Dean said cheerfully. Claire snorted and covered her mouth to keep in the giggles. She snuggled into Dean's chest and he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"Yeah, Dean", Claire whispered. "You really are special".

THE END