Warning: This chapter contains sexual material

Things were profoundly different between them now. The two spent most of the night reacquainting themselves with each other. Most of the time it was Annie asking Dean questions about the Supernatural and the hunter telling her about things he and Sam had faced. While he did do his best to be completely honest with her, there were still things that the hunter needed time to bring up, Annie accepted that.

Soon Annie made her leave to the bedroom. Her mind spinning, exhausted in every way possible. Dean however, didn't follow. The male stayed up, his mind still reeling from everything that happened not just from tonight but everything prior. It seemed unfathomable to him how over the course of two months his life had changed. As he cleaned up their mess, it was all he could think about. He felt personally responsible for Annie and he was. She didn't ask for any of this and like everything good that happened in his life… loving him got her in trouble. The male sat quietly alone at the table under the dim dining room light while he finished off the bottle of whiskey. Mostly he was just thinking about her, he worried about Annie and the effect this was having on her. An hour passed and the hunter finished off the little bit left in his glass deciding to call it a night.

As quietly as he could, Dean pushed the bedroom door open before stumbling slightly towards the bed. Using one hand, he pressed his palm against the wall for support as he proceeded to pull his boots off. Lifting his head up, his eyes landed on Annie "You're in trouble now." The hunter teased upon noticing her awake. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't " She replied quietly. Watching the hunter through the rain spotted window. Annie closed the blinds, turning to face the male. "I tried but…" She replied after a moment.

Dean took a pause as he pulled his plaid shirt off, simply nodding in response. He didn't need an explanation. He knew what it felt like closing your eye's at night still seeing the things you wanted to desperately forget "Give it time."

Annie gave no response but, stood there quietly watching the hunter as he got ready for bed, snickering softly to herself watching him struggle to pull the belt from his jeans. He was certainly his same old self, but she didn't see the same old Dean. There was so much more to him like layers to an onion. She had all these things she wanted to say to him, but nothing felt adequate. The hunter took a seat at the edge of the bed, head hung low as he rubbed his eyes right before he glanced over his shoulder towards Annie. His green eyes met her warm smile though it was obvious that she was close to tears. Both still trying to figure out this mad situation. He was desperate to make this work and felt like it could. No more secrets, no more lies. It felt like they were meeting for the first time.

"Dean..." The brunette started slowly. She felt herself choke up as her stare stayed on her hunter.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked with concern. It was hard to not notice the emotion building in her words.

Annie smiled softly, gently wiping away the tears she was no longer able to hold back "Nothing… it's just. I never thanked you for saving my life."

"Ah it was nothing." He played off trying to keep that indifference.

"Dean. Seriously you're a hero you know that don't you?" Her smile replaced with a serious expression.

The hunter becoming noticeably quiet, licking his lips as his eyes turned away from the brunette. His eyes fell to his hands resting in his lap. There was a short moment where he didn't say anything until he cleared his throat "I don't feel like a hero..." letting out a deep breath.

Her brows fell as this sadness filled her entire being. Why couldn't he see what she did? It broke her heart. "But you are…" As Dean turned to look over at her she greeted him with another smile.

The hunter slowly looked up at the brunette with a weary grin. Stretching his arm out he motioned her towards him "Come here." His green eyes watched Annie as she stepped away from the window, moving from one side of the bed to the other. When she was close enough. The hunter gently wrapped his arm around her fame pulling her in close as she sat on his lap. It hit him how much they needed each other. He felt her arms drape along his neck, the shared warmth of their bodies so close together. The corners of his eyes crinkled as the brunette nestled her head into his shoulder.

"Dean..." Annie asked somberly as she stole glances up at him.

"Yes…" He responded calmly, gently kissing the top of her head. Slowly the brunette lifted her head giving the hunter a weary grin.

"Oh no. I know that look what's wrong?" He teased, brushing hair out of her face.

"I was wondering… what's going to happen now? I mean, Charlie is going to know." Her brows furrowed as she brought her attention to her lap. Something was going to happen. Charlie wasn't going to ignore this.

Dean felt his heart sink, he would have been lying if he said that he wasn't thinking about it. It's been weighing him down well, since he first learned about Annie and that asshole's history. He didn't know what to say that could comfort her because he didn't know what Charlie was going to do, when he will do whatever, he just knew it was going to be bad. It always was. Taking a deep breath, the hunter gently lifted her chin allowing him to look at her… "I don't know what's going to happen but, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." It wasn't the comforting response the brunette was hoping for, but it was one she was willing to accept. Her dark eyes met that of Dean's giving a gentle smile.

"Trust me?" Dean questioned. Leaning his forehead into hers.

"Of course, I do." Gently, Annie placed her hand long his jaw softly caressing his cheek. A moment passed between them where no one spoke. Letting out a deep sigh "How did you know I needed help?" Finally working up the courage to ask.

Slowly, the hunter pulled his stare away from her, rubbing the back of his head as an awkward grin slipped across his lips. Giving his shoulders a shrug "I was following you… but not in a creepy stalker way. I don't stalk people. I'm not one of those people. I was in the area and seen you by yourself. I was worried." He couldn't help but chuckle at how pathetic he sounded "The truth is. I've been around… you know." Dean's way of saying I love you without having to say it again.

Even after everything, he was still worried about her. Annie found herself smiling at his admission even laughing as he stumbled through his words. It honestly was the sweetest thing.

"And this entire time I thought you hated me." She was joking but there was some truth to what she said. Until tonight the last time they spoke was when they had their fight. It had been haunting her for weeks. Dean just looked at her before cupping her chin his hand. The hunter leaned in close giving her a crooked smile "Not even a little bit." Replying in a whisper before placing his lips against hers. Suddenly both found themselves locked in, neither one wanting to pull away. Dean's hands finding their way along the sides of her frame. Annie's hold growing tighter along his neck. They weren't going to sleep anytime soon.

In a single motion both found themselves laying on the bed. The hunter leaned over, hovering over the brunette, admiring her beauty. He felt like melted butter with how she was looking at him, her smile. His finger tips gently danced down her arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path, down her thigh until finding their way in between her legs. Playfully tugging at the fabric of her underwear until becoming free from her body. In return, Annie reached up, grabbing lightly at the collar of his tee shirt pulling Dean in close, their bodies now pressed together, as their lips became locked in a passionate kiss. There was a mutual neediness building between them. Slowly, Annie's hand slipped between the small space between their bodies. Her fingertips playing at the wasteland of his boxers, slipping inside softly rubbing him.

Dean suddenly found himself catching his breath, welcoming the warm sensation now running over his body. He had dreams of her touch, it was as wonderful as he remembered. The hunter becoming noticeably aroused, Annie freed her hand, Dean flopped over on his back, kicking his boxers off. Glancing over at the brunette next to him, the hunter gave her a cheeky grin as he pulled himself above her. Sitting up for a moment Dean pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it across the floor.

Annie reached up, her finger tips tracing along the outside of the tattoo on his chest "What is that?" She asked not trying to interrupt the mood, but it had crossed her mind a few times.

"Anti-possession symbol. Ward's off demons." The hunter responded coolly.

Immediately Annie's hand jerked away as if she was doing something wrong just by touching it. "It's okay." The hunter stated. Grabbing a hold of her hand. He placed it against his chest once more holding it there as he leaned in "It's just a tattoo." He whispered as he passionately kissed her. Annie's free arm wrapped tightly around him. Dean pulled out of the kiss, their eyes meeting as he thrusted himself inside of her gently. A soft moan escaping Annie's lips as their bodies rocked in one fluid motion. Slowly and steady at first, then with more urgency. Her fingers digging into the hunters back as his lips found themselves at the base of her neck making their way back up to her own. Now in a perfect rhythm as they made love.

They had been apart for far too long.