I am not changing the rating of the overall story, but this chapter is going to be rated M because there is a smut scene in the form of Dean's and Alyson's first time. It will more than likely be the only smut in this story, which is why I'm not changing the overall rating. Enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Nine

When Dean woke up, still tired but feeling better, he found Alyson laid out beside him. Her eyes were open but sleepy. A small smile graced her lips.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," he whispered. "You okay?"

She laid her head against his shoulder. "You had the life drained out of you and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

She began stroking his chest over his shirt. "I could've killed you."

"But you didn't," he reminded her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, lifting her head. "Really?"

"Still a little tired." He grabbed her hand. "Is Sam okay?"

"He'll get his strength back soon. His wound is healed."

"Good."

"Mm-hm."

She kissed him then, chastely, until he moved to deepen the kiss. Her hand slipped beneath his shirt and his breathing hitched.

She pulled back enough to speak. "Are you okay to be doing this?"

Dean could've been on the brink of death and he still would've said yes. It made her grin, but she still stood up after kissing him one more time.

"I'll be back in a minute," she promised.

"Where're you going?"

"To get our stuff. Don't go anywhere."

"Absolutely not."

While Alyson went to grab their bags, Dean moved to sit at the foot of the bed. That's where she found him when she got back and locked the door. She dropped the bags and went to stand between his legs. He let her remove his shirt before pulling her in for a kiss.

She began shimmying out of her jeans even though their lips were still connected. Once she stepped out of them Dean pulled her down and flipped them so he was on top. Her breath huffed against his lips and he smiled against her.

Her hands slowly explored his back, up and down, and then back again, while he slid his own fingers up and down her sides, at first over her shirt and then underneath. She made no complaint as he began to lift the material, and she helped him pull it over her head. Once off, their mouths met again, but there was no rush. They were soft and sweet and gentle.

Her breath rushed out as his hands found her breasts and she arched against him. Dean knew she liked this part done over the material of her bra. He didn't know why, but it didn't bother him. Whatever she liked was what he would do. He continued until she removed her bra herself. It meant she was ready for skin-on-skin contact.

He latched onto her neck and sucked gently. She shivered from pleasure and from being tickled. Her neck was a weak spot for more than one reason.

"Dean!" She grabbed his face gently and pulled it up so they were looking at each other. Her eyes were shining. "I don't want to stop tonight. I want us to be together for real. Okay?"

He froze as he processed what she was saying. She wanted him – all of him. She was giving herself to him, letting him have her.

"Dean?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please. I just . . . we almost lost each other and I don't want that to happen without us having shared this."

Slow warmth filled his body as her words registered. There were things he would need to do, this being her very first time. There were things he wanted to do.

He kissed her again, briefly, before making his way down. He spent at least a full minute on her stomach, bare and beautiful and healed. He didn't know what had happened to the stitches – maybe they had fallen out or something, but there wasn't a trace of them left. No scars at all.

He traced the top of her panties with his tongue before looking up to see if she was okay with him removing them. Her answer was a lift of her hips so he could slide her underwear off.

It was only then that she realized his intent, if her squirming was anything to go by. This was not a good squirm, however, because Dean could tell she was less aroused by this and more nervous.

"Dean . . . you don't have to . . . ya know."

He smiled her way and began smoothing his fingers over the outsides of her thighs.

"Open your legs for me."

She did, slowly, and only after she made sure he actually wanted to do this.

Dean soon felt Alyson let the feelings take over, and knew that she was okay. He felt confident enough to slip his hands under her to lift her so he could have easier access.

She bucked against him and began to moan. The sound was muffled so she must've been covering her mouth.

"Dean," she gasped. "Please, I –"

He knew what she needed so he gave it to her. She grabbed his hair as she climaxed, holding him to her, and blinding hot desire went through him as she lost control. She probably didn't even realize what she was doing, didn't realize that she'd grabbed onto him to keep him there.

She let go as her body went slack, and Dean slid up so they could be face to face. Her face was sheened with sweet, her whole body was, and she still shivered from the pleasure she'd felt.

"Dean . . ." she muttered. "That was . . . I'm gonna need a minute."

He grinned. He had done this.

"We have all night."

While Alyson got her breath back Dean continued caressing her body, igniting small sparks of pleasure throughout. She loved the attention he was giving her, and she still couldn't get over how much she'd enjoyed having his tongue pleasure her. She'd been nervous at first because that was a very private place and she couldn't believe Dean wanted to do that.

"Raise up," he said softly, pillow in his hands. "It'll make this easier for you. Trust me."

She did as requested, and Dean placed the pillow under her lower back.

At some point, Dean had removed the rest of his clothes and now she saw the intent in his eyes. She tried not to look down, which caused Dean to chuckle.

"What's the matter?"

It was true that she'd seen him naked before, but it felt different this time. Nerves began to take over even though she was sure this was what she wanted.

Dean moved to the end of the bed and reached over, distracting her for a moment. He came back with a bottle of lube.

She grinned, relief flowing through her. "Do you carry that with you all the time?"

He shrugged. "I didn't always have a girlfriend."

She watched, fascinated, as he popped the lid, poured some on his hand and slicked himself up. When he was done, he positioned himself over her and rested his weight on his elbows.

Alyson's breathing came in quick pants and she forced herself to calm down.

"Aly?"

He kissed her cheek. She turned her head to catch his lips with hers. This was good. She knew kissing. The other bit she had no clue about. She felt vulnerable not knowing how he would feel inside her.

Slightly distracted by Dean's lips and the feel of Dean's shoulders in her hands, she didn't feel Dean inch his way inside until the tip was already there.

She gasped and shifted against him, helping Dean slip in further. A groan fell from his lips, making Aly realize that not only was Dean planning on giving her pleasure, he was receiving pleasure from her. She could use her body to make him feel good. She just needed to learn how to move with him.

"Dean, I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's okay," he said breathlessly. "I need you to relax, okay?"

He moved her legs so that they were wrapped around his waist, so he was completely in control. This was okay; she needed him to be in control.

A few seconds later Dean stopped moving completely and said, "Take a deep breath and hold it."

She did as he'd said even though she didn't understand why . . . until a sharp pain stabbed between her legs. She knew what had happened. He was fully inside now.

"Dean!"

Was it going to hurt more? It hadn't hurt until then, but now her thighs and lower back were aching a bit.

"You're okay." He breathed against her cheek. "It shouldn't hurt anymore."

Alyson realized then how patient Dean was being. He was literally shaking with the effort it was taking not to move.

"I love you," she said, her chest tight and hot. "I love you."

He said it back, softly, against her ear as he began to move within her.

"Okay?"

"Oh, yes." She sighed. It was overwhelming, but in a good way. She had never felt so full. It wasn't bad or painful. It was new and the feeling was a little odd, but not bad. Her body was adjusting for him, accepting his movements with no resistance. She even began to move with him.

They eventually found a rhythm that suited them. It was passionate without being hurried or rough. Dean lifted her legs higher until one of her knees was pressed against his shoulder and she clawed his back as he slid deeper.

He hissed and she cursed. In another situation she probably would've blushed from the uttered profanity.

The new position brought her to the edge of orgasm.

"Dean! I need – faster – please!"

As their pleasure grew so did their connection. The parts of them that had connected before were connecting now. It was as if their souls were connecting – or they were trying to. Dean was shying away; she could sense he was frightened.

She clung tightly to him. "It's just me. It's just me."

She felt him then, felt how good he felt being buried inside her, felt how glad he was that it was her he was with. He was doing this with someone he loved.

Once both she and he had come, Dean collapsed on top of her, relaxing and allowing the connection they had to just be.

"I'll move in a minute," he said.

"I don't mind you here."

She rubbed his back up and down, thinking that she didn't understand why she'd been so nervous at the beginning. Dean had taken care of everything just like he always did.

Her legs fell clumsily to the bed and Dean groaned. He was still inside her, softening and sensitive.

"Sorry," she said and grinned.

He pulled out then and she winced, sore and immediately missing him being there.

"You okay?" Dean asked, lying beside her and placing a hand over her belly.

She put her hand over his. "I'm . . . a little better than okay."

She scooted over to him so she could lay her head on his chest.

"I love you," Dean said, kissing her head.

"Mm. Love you."

Dean stayed awake long enough to make sure Alyson was going to sleep peacefully. As first times went, he considered theirs good. Alyson had been nervous. He'd always known she would be. It was new and personal and it had required vulnerability on both their parts.

She had shown complete trust in him by letting him have her this way and he had done his best to not make her regret that. He didn't think she did. After the initial pain – or uncomfortableness, whichever – she had gotten the hang of it and began doing things she knew he liked. She'd been wonderful.

Now she was sleeping beside him, half on top of him, and he didn't really want to move, but she was up against his bladder and he had to go.

Once done with his business he took the bathroom in. Well, mostly the bathtub. It was huge and round and could probably fit four people comfortably. The only things missing were candles, but he knew the house had them somewhere. All he had to do was get everything together and run some water to fill the tub. The warm soak would help Aly's muscles much more than sleeping would.

Once everything was set up Dean went to wake Aly up. She tried to turn away, but Dean continued shaking her gently.

"Hm? Dean?"

"Come with me," he requested. "I ran us a bath."

She smiled, still not entirely alert and awake. "Don't guys usually try to bribe girls into bed and not out of it?"

"It's a great tub though."

"What time is it?"

"Around ten. You've been asleep for about an hour."

"Mm."

Aly secured the sheet around her before even trying to get up. Dean noticed the grimace of discomfort flit across her face as she stood. Then he saw the very small spot of blood on the sheet she'd been lying on.

"Sore?"

"A little," she admitted. "I'm okay."

"Come here."

He picked her up, sheet and all, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her smile against his shoulder and he began to grin himself.

Sam was in the hallway as they left their room. He shouldn't have been up with as much blood as he'd lost earlier.

"What're you guys doin'?"

"Gonna take a bath, Sammy."

"Together?" Sam asked. "Bobby and Jack are right down the hall."

"Which is why you need to be quiet and go back to bed."

"A'right, a'right." He turned to go to his room. "Don't drown each other."

Aly hid her face against Dean's shoulder. He felt her face heat up and knew she was embarrassed to have been caught in nothing but a sheet.

When they finally got inside the bathroom Dean shut the door with his foot. The light was off, but a warm glow came from the five candles Dean had found and placed strategically around the room.

"Dean, when did you do all this?"

"Right before I woke you up."

Aly smiled as he set her on her feet. "You know . . . the seduction usually comes before the sex."

"Actually . . . now I know you're okay with the sex I'm never gonna stop trying to seduce you."

Alyson dropped the sheet from around her slowly, almost sensually.

"If you're trying for round two . . . I would say the odds are definitely in your favor."

"Oh, really?"

He grinned, liking the confidence Alyson seemed to have gained in the past few minutes. He placed his hands on her bare hips, pulling her close enough for their skin to touch. He kissed her briefly before letting her go so she could go ahead and get in the water.

They both enjoyed the bath, but what came after was even better. Dean had learned from the first time what Aly liked the most and used that to his advantage. It was more natural – she wasn't nervous and she felt free to touch more than she had the first time. She'd learned his likes too.

They were both sweaty again, but they were also satisfied. Alyson had even giggled at the end until Dean had kissed her breath away. She was now snuggling against his side. They fit together so perfectly, it seemed they were two pieces of a whole. It was as if they had been sculpted to fit together and had been separated until then.

"For future reference," he said, voice rumbly, "the soul connecting thing is okay when we're . . . doing this."

Alyson had held back the second time, and he knew it was because he'd run away from it the first time. He hadn't really understood until she'd told him it was her.

"Are you sure? It's weird."

"It is, but not in a creepy way." He hugged her closer. "It helped save Sam. It's good, and it's part of you."

It had seemed natural for her, and he hadn't minded knowing what she was feeling. He still could a little. At the moment she was completely relaxed. It wouldn't take long for her to sleep.

The next morning brought on teasing looks from Sam, which made Alyson blush. He did it over and over – much like a brother would. Jack seemed to catch on to what had happened between Alyson and Dean, and though he seemed far from happy about it, he didn't say a word. Bobby also seemed to know what had happened, but that was because he was observant and he noticed that she was moving more gingerly than normal. She was a little sore, so sue her.

They were all on their way out, and Dean had already taken his and her things out to the car. One thing had been added to the short list of the things Alyson owned. A blue journal that Jack had given her.

"I think it would be good for you to document everything new that happens. Maybe you can find a connection."

The journal was made of leather. Her full name – Alyson Nicole Daniels – was engraved on the front in bright white font.

"A hunter's journal," she said softly. "This is actually really great."

Alyson hugged him briefly.

"You make sure Dean takes care of you."

He said it the way a father should – not in a way that made her think he thought Dean wouldn't take care of her, but in the way that said because she was his daughter Dean better take care of her.

"When has Dean not taken care of me?" She stepped away from him. "Thanks for the journal. And I will call you. Okay?"

Once in the car, Sam relentlessly teased Dean and, by default, Alyson.

"Dean . . . are you glowing?"

"Shut up, Sam."

"You are."

If Dean had been the blushing type, he'd have been red in the face right then.

"Shut up, Sam," Alyson said. "Just because you never get any doesn't mean you can make fun of Dean when he does."

"What she said," Dean chuckled.

At least Sam was silenced.