warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit material.

When Dean left Annie's, he met up with Sam outside of Midway Lanes Club & Trophy. You wouldn't think a bowling alley would be a hot spot for vampires, but you would be wrong. Bowling alleys are open late, offer a hangout spot for the younger crowd, and usually have a bar for older patrons who don't want to deal with obnoxious teenagers. It makes for a buffet for things that go bump in the night. Left to his own devices, Sam found himself at the lanes entertaining himself with a game. That's when he noticed the group hanging out at the bar, eyeing the place. When you have been hunting as long as the Winchesters, you develop a hunter's eye. You can pick out the oddities that no one else can, like a predator picking out its next meal. The vampires must have recognized Sam as a hunter; because as soon as they spotted him, they bolted. Sam gave them a short head start before he followed them. While tailing them, they led him to an old abandoned house located on the outskirts of downtown Bismarck. An old neighborhood, forgotten years ago. Once the city grew, this area was left in the dust to rot.

It had been a long night and wasn't the quick grocery run Dean was hoping it would be. Dean had a lot on his mind, and it wasn't vampires. The goal was to get back to Annie as soon as possible. The hunters returned to the vampire's hideout. Staying up through the night, they had staked out the house waiting for the right opportunity to attack. It wasn't until noon that the boys found a spot, and the boys took it.

"Oh shit!" Dean felt his body being thrown across the room, connecting with the wall behind him. Dust and the old drywall fell on top of Dean while he tried to pull himself from the floor. Dean gasped for the breath that knocked out of him. "Son of a bitch..." he mumbled in agony as he struggled to his feet. Immediately grabbing his side, he only hoped his ribs didn't break. "Sam! Behind you!" Hewarned. Lifting his arm, he covered his face as the machete Sam was swinging sliced right through the vamp's neck.

The door to the Impala, flung open as both men frantically searched for some first aid. Those vamps put up one hell of a fight. Dean didn't exactly go in with his A-game and was uncharacteristically sloppy. Rummaging through weapons and take out bags from launch, Dean's hands came across a half-full bottle of bourbon. Using his teeth, he pulled the cork out. Looking down at the bottle he was holding, he shifted hands, pouring the contents across his bloody knuckles wincing at the familiar sting. Shifting his weight, Dean leaned up against the front end of the Impala while he waited for Sam. He had to admit as he stared off into the mid-day sky, the Midwest was sure pretty. Dean couldn't help but think of the dark-haired beauty waiting patiently for him. It was weird being with Annie had brought up feelings he had long since forgotten. Longing for change. Dean got lost in a daydream, his mind wandered. He and Annie, cruising the west coast, sunshine, her hair, blowing in the wind as she turns around to smile. The idea made retirement sound pretty good. Soon Dean was pulled back to reality as Sam slumped next to him, offering a cold beer from their cooler.

"Are your ribs broken?"

"Nah, just sore." Dean shrugged as he cracked open the beer, bringing the beverage to his lips. They hadn't done this in a while. The two of them sharing a beer, talking after a hunter. Long overdue too.

"That's good, now the two of you can still, you know." Sam teased.

"Actually..." Dean started. His eyes drifted to his feet as his boots kicked at the gravel. "We haven't done THAT yet…" he admitted.

For a moment, Sam just stared at him. Dean was his brother, right. Dean Winchester, Ladies man? "It's because she found out you fart in your sleep." Snickering to himself. Grown men who still had the humor of 12-year-olds.

"Shut up. It's just different, with Annie, Sam." Dean started. It didn't take Sam long to figure out his brother was falling for this girl. "I can't sleep. I'm thinking about her all the time. She's nice to everyone. She's always smiling. Soft-spoken..." he trailed off a bit before taking a sip from his beer. "I haven't felt like this since..."

"Since what?"

"Since…. Lisa." God, it had been years since he spoke her name. She was the last woman he cared so deeply for; it was terrifying having those feelings again.

"Shit. Are you going to tell Annie?"

"I've thought about it. I don't know, maybe." Dean's brows furrowed while he rubbed the scruff of his chin.

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Not even a little bit." But he was a gambling man.

The two brothers sat out there for a good two hours before finally calling it. It was nice just catching up and bull shitting like the good old days. Dean dropped Sam off at their motel. Exhausted, Sam was going to catch up on sleep. Dean took the Impala, finally getting back to Annie. There was that awkward conversation with her immediately asking why his hands were so beat up. Dean, of course, had to lie and explained that he and Sam started fucking around and it got out of control. She seemed to accept his answer, but it was uncertain how much she believed him. Dean, who was tired himself, finally was able to take that nap he wanted earlier. He was out cold for a while. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up, it was already dark.

Slowly his eyes opened from his slumber. The room was dark, with only the light from the hallway shining through. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Dean slowly pulled himself from the bed. The house was so quiet he wandered if Annie had stepped out. Moving through the hall, he quickly found himself where the kitchen met the living room. There she was. The green-eyed male quietly leaned against the wall admiring her perfection. Annie's back was turned, unaware he was there. She was so beautiful, he thought. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, slightly messy, no makeup, relaxed in her gray t-shirt and Wonder Woman boxer shorts. She was reading the newspaper, and it was the sexiest he had ever seen her. So unapologetically herself. There was a creak in the flooring where he stood, alerting the woman of his presence.

"Hey, you're awake." She greeted, smiling as she looked over her shoulder. Dean didn't move; he just wanted to watch her a little longer. He was painting a picture. This moment right here would be the one he would think back on fondly. It was a good memory. The brunette turned her back once more, and Dean removed himself from the wall where he had been posted. Coming up behind Annie, he slipped his arms around her frame, nuzzling his face into her neck, taking in her scent. She smelt sweet like raspberries.

"You're affectionate." She teased playfully. Turning herself around, so she was now facing the male.

"I don't know. I missed you." The corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His eyes closed at the sensation of her hand, caressing his cheek.

"You're sweet." Leaning in, her soft lips meeting his before slowly parting before her brown-eyes looked up, meeting his gaze. It was like looking into the night sky, and Dean was left speechless. Dean's gaze never faltered. His rough fingertips slowly danced along her soft skin, working their way up her thigh before his hands rested along her waist, closing the distance, their bodies pressed together, cornering Annie against the counter.

Goosebumps formed at his very touch, Annie's heart started racing. Soon she felt his hands sneaking their way under her shirt resting around her mid-section. Without warning, Dean grabbed Annie setting her on the countertop. Dean's lips found themselves at the base of her neck, nipping and kissing along up to her ear before finding their way towards her own. "What do you want?" The hunters gravely voice whispered into her ear.

Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt. He was so close she could feel his hot breath against her cheek. If it weren't for the fact she was sitting, Annie would have gone weak in the knees just by the way he was looking at her. Nervously, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want you…" Annie finally admitted. She felt his hold grow tighter. He didn't speak while lifting her from the counter and carrying her to the bedroom.

Gently, Dean laid Annie down against the mattress. Hovering above her, he leaned in kissing her passionately. Her fingers grazed along the waistline of his jeans. Her hands gently traveled down, searching for his belt buckle, feeling how noticeably tight his pants had become. The darkness of the room masking the blushing of her cheeks. Her fingers fought to remove his belt, Dean quickly pulling at his pants in assistance, unintentionally falling over in his urgency. All he could hear was the sweet sound of her laughter while he crawled up next to her. Dean's eyes traced her body. His hand grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose her breasts. Seductively inching his lips closer to her chest, his hot breath lingering against her skin, then making contact as he left a trail of small kisses down to her navel. It was like a fire was running through her entire body. Her eyes closed as she bit the bottom of her lip.

Dean smiled, sensing she was getting aroused. One hand reached up, massaging her breast gently while the other played peekaboo along the waistline of her shorts. He tugged lightly then pulled them down completely. Slowly his lips moved toward her hips, kissing and nipping. In one fluid motion, Dean pulled her just a little bit closer. Gently, she felt him spread her legs, his breath along the inside of her thigh. Then, there he was in her most sensitive spot, rubbing softly with the right amount of pressure. Soon his breath grew heavier, and her entire body started to ache. Her hands; gripping at the sheets beneath them. She wanted so much to scream out how he was making her feel. But this was too perfect. He lingered longer then he had anywhere else. Gentle and slow at first, then harder and with more urgency. She ached for the Climax that she was so close too. Dean's hand, held her thigh a little tighter as her leg began to shake from pure ecstasy. She was going to lose control, and she didn't think she could stop herself from screaming out. She could feel herself coming to the finish line. Her breath grew heavy, and her heart was racing. Pulling tightly at her sheets, she felt herself release. The moan she was desperately trying to keep in finally escaping her lips. It was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced.

Dean rubbed her leg softly, watching as she came down from ecstasy, pulling himself up. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the floor. Dean laid beside Annie, looking over at her with a cheeky smirk. Annie gently pushed him away as he laughed playfully at how flushed he got her. But they weren't done yet. It was his turn now.

Annie moved on top of him. She smiled while looking down into his brilliantly green eyes. Leaning forward, she slowly kissed his neck, then down his chest and finally to his stomach. Her hand gently grazed along him, feeling how excited he was becoming. Dean started to feel the same ache she had only a few moments ago. But, he stopped her. She wasn't allowed to go any further. The hunter grabbed her, sliding her down on to him. Her hands pressed firmly against his chest as he thrust upwards, gently making her moan. His head lifted off the pillow, watching her every movement. Her head fell back slightly as her hair fell in front of her face. The way the moonlight caught her just right. She was beautiful. Reaching up, he brushed the messy locks out of her face. He wanted to look at all of her. A gentle moan escaped his lips as she rocked back into him. Their bodies working together to find their perfect rhythm. Their eyes met, and he pulled her face down to him. Kissing her as they passionately made love.

He loved her.