Hi guys, I am so sorry for the wait, I've been desperatly trying to finish my frst story Help for the Hunted, which is now done! I hope you all enjoy this capter, I'll try and get another one out in the next few days. As always I own nothing.

Chapter Fifteen

No Rest

"She's gone. And I've re-salted the window and fixed the devils trap... Dude!" Sam said as he came back into the main room looking weary and fed up. He glanced at me and Dean before turning away and covering his eyes with his hand.

"Er... Sam?" I said with a small giggle as I did. Wincing as the bite of the needle slipped slightly due to my laughter.

"Dean! Can't you go somewhere private for gods sake?" Sam asked going to walk out of the room, his hands still covering his eyes.

"B stay still!" Dean said, his voice full of concentration.

"Sam, Deans just stitching me back up." I said, trying desperately to stop laughing.

"Huh?" Sam turned round slowly, his hand falling from his face. He looked at Dean and me properly this time. "My bad." He said with a grin and a shrug.

Dean had somehow managed to talk me into taking my ruined shirt off so that he could look at my war wound. It may have had something to do with his amazing green eyes, or when he whispered please, or even his small smile as I gazed back at him completely dazed. But I'd complied and taken my top off. Deans shocked and angry gasp had brought me back to the present though. I'd looked down, to where on my chest there was a ragged cut just above my breasts, it looked deep and nasty. Dean had declared that it needed stitches. And he'd conned me into getting them despite my initial protests. Dude was good.

"Bells I'm so sorry. I never thought Ruby would..." He trailed off while waving a hand in the general direction of my body, his eyes being careful to look anywhere but at my underwear clad top half. I smiled, he was cute.

"It's all good." I said while waving him off. "I've had worse." And I had, by my own hand normally.

"I've got three more stitches to do B, and if you keep jiggiling up and down they're not going to look pretty, so keep still!" Dean said harshly. I looked down at him to see him closing his eyes and taking a deep calming breath. His eyes re-opening and looking directly at my bra clad breasts. I blushed bright red and crossed my arms over them. "Er... Thanks." Dean mumbled before re-taking the needle in his hands and going back to work on my cut. I noticed a faint tinge of blush around his ears, so faint that I wanted to just reach out and touch it, see if it was as warm as it looked.

"Has Dean filled you in on his plan?" Sam asked me, sitting down on a desk near us, his eyes straight in front rather than looking at me as he spoke. A blush working its way to his cheeks as well.

"No, what is it? Can I help?" I asked trying hard to keep still in my seat despite wanting to flinch away from the white burning pain where Dean was stitching me up with nothing but numbing cream. It didn't numb all that much.

"We're gonna fight." Dean muttered. "So yeah, I think we'll need your help." I beamed as I realised that I could actually be useful, and as it dawned on me that I was slowly but irrevocably becoming a team with the brothers.

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I lugged bags of salt from the store room with Nancy and Phil, our plan ready and about to be carried out. "I don't know about you, but when this is all over I'm going to have so much sex!" Nancy declared to me. Her eyes, bright and wild, telling me she meant just that. Maybe Deans, Charlie Sheen, attitude was catching?

I grinned a wide toothy grin at the woman. "Oh yeah, I'm with you on that sister. Lots and lots of sex. I don't want to be sacrificed for my virtue ever again." I meant it as well, a certain green eyed hunter popping into my head as I talked seriously about popping my cherry.

Phil's eyes had grown wide at the conversation and he was looking in-between Nancy and me. "Not with you." We both rushed out at the same time, exchanging smiles as we did. Nancy was really starting to rub off on me.

Phil rolled his eyes and walked off to get more salt while me and Nancy took a breather. "You really think this is going to work?" She asked me after a second.

I glanced at her, not entirely sure how to answer. I was pretty sure that someone would die. Even more sure on my track record that it would be me. But the plan was a good one, almost fool proof. Almost. So I lied. "Of course it's going to work. Don't doubt Sam and Dean, they know what they're doing." I told her with a lot more confidence than I felt.

"Thanks for that Bells!" Came a voice with a smile in it from down the corridor, making both me and Nancy jump a little. I turned to see Sam smiling widely at us both. "We're ready, you guys?" He asked.

I glanced at Nancy who nodded, her face set and trying to hide the fear she was so obviously feeling. "Yeah we're ready Sam." I said giving the woman a hug before turning and heading back with Sam.

I entered the main room where Dean and Vic were waiting for us. "Here; a two pump action rifle, the kick backs mild, you should be able to handle it." Vic said holding out a gun and a bullet belt for me. I frowned at the man, hell no. I'd probably been trained in firearms more rigorously than he had when he'd been learning to be a fed.

"Thanks, but this one's much more my style." I said with a forced smile, picking up the sawn off that I'd used earlier. I cocked it, checked the barrels, inserted two salt rounds and pulled it back to one with a satisfying click, pulling back the pump action so that the gun was ready. I then turned and smiled at Vic who gave a weak smile back.

Dean and Sam stood behind him with grins that stretched ear to ear on their faces.

"We ready then?" I asked pulling on the bullet belt across my shoulder. I hoped I looked as cool as I felt.

"As ready as we're gonna be." Vic said with a sigh, he looked worried.

"Cheer up Hendrickson. Think of it this way, this time you are actually fighting the bad guys and not the innocent ones." I smirked at him as I started moving towards the door I was going to be stationed at. The door directly opposite the one Sam was going to be manning, it didn't take a genius to work out that the brothers wanted to keep an eye on me. It strangely didn't bother me all that much though. In fact it felt nice to be cared about as well as being trusted to do something dangerous and tricky. Not something that would have happened in my old life. Another silent two fingered salute to Edward.

"Ready!?" Shouted out Dean from a distant corridor, his voice loud and in charge echoing down the otherwise silent station.

"Ready!" Sam and I shouted back, smirking at each other as we did.

"Let's do this then!" Dean shouted again, making me chuckle as I headed to my door and moved the salt lines from it with my foot. As soon as that was done I moved back. Shotgun at the ready and heart hammering hard in my chest. I felt slightly sick and light headed as I waited.

Luckily I wasn't waiting long enough to talk myself into a full blown panic attack as the door burst open. Four demons running in, one after the other.

I shot the first and landed my hit, the red headed woman falling with a thud. I cocked the gun and shot another, it joined the first in a pile on the floor. Out of ammo and with a demon baring down on me I swung out the butt of the gun, hitting the demon in the face and knocking it to the ground. I moved backwards as I re-loaded my gun fast. But the forth demon was on me, I hadn't been quick enough.

"Duck!" Sam shouted. I dropped to the floor just as a gunshot echoed around the corridor and my fourth demon joined the heap in front of me.

Sam and I stood back to back, firing at demon after demon. Occasionally hitting out. A couple got passed us but more had joined the pile on the floor.

The doors slammed shut and we heard the distant sound of something falling softly to the floor outside. Like thick snow in winter. Sam and I glanced at each other before running together to the main room. Dean and Hendrickson were already in there fighting five or six demons, more coming into the room and circling us.

"Now!" Dean screamed out as a demon caught him round the face.

I dove at the cassette player and pressed play, shooting a demon over my shoulder as I did.

Sam's voice come out loudly over the PA system, echoing around the police station. The latin words coming off his tongue effortlessly. The demons stopped fighting and started screaming, trying desperately to escape before they were sent back to the depths of hell where they belonged. But we'd locked the demons in with us. Salt lining the doors and windows from the outside.

I watched in repulsed fascination as the demons were exorcised en mass. The innocent humans falling to the floor one by one as the demon left their bodies, creating a swirling vortex of black cloud on the ceiling until Sam's final words echoed throughout the building. "Audi nos!" The black cloud vanished in a rein of fire that had me looking away and covering my face it was so bright.

They were gone. We'd fought and won! And no-one had died! I was ecstatic as I looked at the Winchesters with a huge smile on my face. Theirs equally big as they grinned back.

"Good going Bells." Sam congratulated me as we stood smiling in relived silence.

"Thanks, nice work yourself." I said back casually, but the huge smile that refused to be wiped off my face ruined the effect slightly.

"You too Hendrickson, good going. And thanks for having our backs." Dean said grinning at the man who was smiling in a shocked kind of way.

"Yeah thanks." The bald man replied sounding just as shell shocked as he looked.

"You didn't do too bad for you're first rodeo sweetheart. How are the stitches holding up?" Dean asked me as he put his gun down and sat on a desk, taking a small breather as the outside door opened and our back-up arrived, also grinning in that shocked way.

"Fine thanks." I said.

"Hang on, that was you're first time? You've never fought before? But you knew as much as those two." Hendrickson said sitting down in a chair himself.

"I faced a couple of demons before, but never like that. These guys took me in and trained me." I told Hendrickson seriously so that he knew just how important that was too me.

"Only cause you begged us." Dean said back with an eye roll. "And you were just too pathetic to say no to."

"It was either that or you let me die!" I exclaimed while chucking a balled up piece of paper at him with a giggle. "Anyway, you would've said yes no matter what." I added with a smirk.

"And why's that B?" Dean asked also smirking at me, his eyebrows raised and his eyes twinkling in a way that made me feel like jelly.

"Cause you thought I was awesome since the day you met me D!" I said with a huge grin and an eye wink.

Dean was saved having to answer me as the previously possessed people started waking up. The first being a young girl who looked no older than me. "What's happened, where am I?" The girl asked looking really freaked out.

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"So what are you going to do then?" Sam asked Hendrickson after the possessed people had all been sent home with a bullshit story in their heads and we'd packed our stuff up ready to leave.

"What, about you guys?" Hendrickson said looking over the three of us stood together.

"Yeah." Dean replied, looking slightly nervous. But as he'd explained to me before he'd not really had the best experiences with the law. Mostly because he broke it all the time really.

"I'm going to kill you." Vic replied looking serious.

"Excuse me?" I asked in my most innocent voice. My heart starting to hammer again and hurt the stitches in my chest.

"You heard me, I'm going to kill you. And don't play the innocent with me Bella, you can handle a gun better than most men I've met." Vic smirked at me. I grinned back, high praise I thought, especially as I'd been doing it less than a month. I'd never been particularly great at anything, academically I was ok, never really top of the class but I kept my grade average high, not great at sports, the only thing I ever really excelled at was reading and no-one gave out medals for that. So I grinned at finally having found something that I was good at, something that mattered. "I'm going to phone in that you were blown up in the helicopter as we were trying to get you all to super max." Hendrickson said with a smile. "So you best get out of here. And not pop up on the radar again!" He added sternly.

"Thanks, for everything, ya did good." Dean said stepping forward and shaking Vic's hand.

"You're welcome, just don't let me see ya again ok?" A laugh accompanied this request from the fed agent.

"We'll try." I chimed in.

Our goodbyes said, exhausted but happy we left the station where I'd withstood my first real test and came out on top. Where we'd gone to war and won. Heading as far away as we could get before we collapsed from fatigue.

We didn't make it too far, only seven towns before we had to pull over, we were all yawning and stretching.

Sam went to get some food and beers on Deans orders while the older Winchester started pulling out our bags, which left me to check us in. I half staggered half walked towards the reception area not caring about what state the room was in as long as it had a shower and a bed. Otherwise I was going to start to fall asleep on my feet.

"Hey." I said walking up to the desk which was being manned by an unremarkable middle aged man, my voice coming out as tired as I felt.

"Yeah?" The man drawled his eyes taking in the bandage around my neck and the various cuts and bruises across my face.

"I need a room for the night please." I said trying to put on my best sweet innocent voice hoping that he wouldn't care enough to ask me any questions that at the moment my mind wasn't working quick enough to answer.

"Sure." The guy said. "That'll be fifty bucks, money up front."

"Er yeah fine." I pulled out a bunch of notes, the money that Alice had given me. That I'd not even thanked her for yet. "I need two beds in the room please." I said, surprised that he hadn't asked me before hand. That was normally one of the first questions that the motels asked.

"Only got rooms with one left. You want two rooms?" The man asked me. Oh shit. What did I do now? I didn't want to mess up again. And if I got two rooms that threw up the question of sleeping arrangements. Who slept where and who slept with whom? But if I only got one that meant someone was getting the floor and after the last day we deserved to at least get a decent nights sleep.

"Have you got two next to each other?" I asked, if he didn't I'd just get one, I didn't think too much space in between the rooms was a good thing. Even if we weren't wanted by the F.B.I anymore.

"Yeah sure. Rooms ten and eleven. Even got an inter connecting door. Will that do you?" The man grunted apparently getting annoyed with me now. Which I thought was a bit off considering that I was a paying customer and all.

"That's fine thanks." I said handing over a hundred dollar bill, one of seven that were still in the thick pile of cash that I possessed.

I got the keys and hurried out of the room and back to Dean who was waiting against the Impala with folded arms, his face as laced with fatigue as mine must have been.

"Took your time sweetheart. Which room we in then?" He asked picking up all three bags with one muscled arm.

"Either ten or eleven, take your pick." I said with a nervous smile. I was probably about to get it ripped out of me for messing up yet again, but I was too tired to care much now. I was barely keeping my eyes open in the cold night air while stood upright. As long as I had a bed I couldn't care less about having the piss taken out of me.

"Huh?" Dean asked frowning slightly at me, a smirk forming on his face as he realised that he was about to have an opportunity to bust me.

"They didn't have a room with two beds in, only ones with one. And I decided that I didn't want to sleep on the floor. So we got two rooms, which means two beds, they've got an inter connecting door so don't start moaning." I groaned heading off his argument before he'd even started it.

"Good choice, it'd be a squash trying to get three in a bed. Especially when you like to spread out B." Dean said with a smirk while walking towards our rooms for the night.

"Yeah and it'd be a cold one the way you like to hog the sheets." I quipped right back an identical smirk covering my face.

"Not to mention that me and you'd would be up all night sweetheart, the way gigantor snores." Dean chuckled as I unlocked the door to room eleven.

"And we'd both probably be chucked out of the bed when he starts doing his dance routine in his sleep!" I chuckled right back as I pushed the door open.

"Ah, home sweet home!" Dean declared throwing the bags at the bottom of the bed and throwing himself onto the sofa in the modest sized room.

"Budge up!" I called before jumping over the back of the sofa to join him. "God I feel like I could sleep for a week!" I sighed as I folded myself into the small space of the couch that Dean wasn't occupying.

"I think my feet are gonna be asleep for a week!" Dean said pulling his feet from under my butt. "Did you have to jump on them?" He asked me as he rubbed them.

"Stop being a wimp! I'm not that heavy." I sang back at him, happy that we were now safe and able to relax.

"Yeah? Tell that to my bruised and broken feet!" Dean said with a wry smile, obviously trying to wind me up.

I grabbed a pillow and bashed him round the head with it. "I'm not fat take it back!" I squealed with laughter in my voice as I hit him again.

"Never!" He called grabbing his own cushion and hitting me back with it.

"Take it back!" I called again as I kneeled on the sofa, gaining the upper hand as I hit him repeatedly on the head.

"Ok, ok, I give. You're not fat!" Dean said collapsing back into the sofa, a huge grin on his face and a chuckle in his voice.

I sank back into the sofa as well, a grin still on my face, my eyelids drooping a bit as another yawn attacked me.

"Hey D?" I said softly as his hands started absently rubbing my feet that I'd slung on him after I'd kicked my shoes off.

"Yeah B?" Dean asked still smirking as he did.

"Thanks. For earlier. No-ones ever jumped in front of a bullet for me." I almost whispered, my thanks coming from the heart, the sincerity blatant in every letter.

"Yeah well..." Dean shifted uncomfortably, obviously not use to anyone thanking him.

"How you doing anyway?" I asked while nodding at his shoulder and changing the topic, I didn't want him to feel anymore uncomfortable.

"I've had worse, don't worry. You?" Dean asked, his eyes holding concern for me for a brief moment.

"I've had worse too." I said back with a smile. "Ok, so I've just been on a hunt. What do we do now?" I asked the hunter, wanting to know the guys usual routine.

"Now we eat, drink and sleep sweetheart. Why else would we have got a room?" Dean said sarcastically, but a blush coloured my cheeks as I thought of all the other reasons we could have got a room. My earlier thoughts of losing my virginity popping back into my mind unbidden. Bad thoughts that needed stopping until I was awake enough to try and have a proper conversation with Dean, there was too much unsaid, too much hurt to leave it alone. That and I'd never been particularly good at keeping silent when I should.

"Ok, thanks for that." I rolled my eyes comically so that he would see. "I mean after tonight what do we do?"

"Well we hole up for a little while, wait for the bruising to go down, have a bit of fun, if you can convince captain Killjoy of that anyway. Then we start looking for the next hunt." Dean told me, his hands resting lightly on my feet, shivers of want and lust travelling from my feet and up my legs to a pit of anticipation and slight trepidation in my stomach. I was being ridiculous, I blamed my lack of sleep and the near death experience.

I yawned again, my arms stretching above my head and out to the sides, like a teenage boy in the cinema with his sweetheart for the first time. However this wasn't a move, Dean and I were at opposite ends of the sofa and I'd never be that obvious or forward. As my arms travelled out I gasped; pain shot through the ragged hole in my chest. For once not metaphorical.

"You alright B?" Dean asked me sitting upright, all traces of sleepiness gone from his face to be replaced by concern and worry.

"Yeah, stitches just pulled that's all." I said casually, though it stung really bad. Experience had led me to guess that I hadn't ripped any of the stitches, just moved too quickly in the wrong direction.

Dean eyed me shrewdly as though he didn't quite believe me but didn't question what I'd told him. And after a long minute he went back to relaxing on the sofa. "Where's Sammy with the food, I'm starving." Dean grumbled along with his stomach.

"You're always starving." I teased him laying my head back on the sofa, a soft smile of fondness spreading gently across my face.

"I'm a growing boy!" Dean jested. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with liking food."

"There isn't anything wrong with liking food you're right, but when you shovel it down like you do it becomes down right antisocial." I laughed out.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever B." Dean smirked his hand trailing lightly up my foot to my ankle. A giggle escaping me as I snatched my foot away; it had tickled. Dean sat up straighter and shifted so that he was facing me, a huge smile threatening to rip apart his face. "Your ticklish?" He asked me while raising his eyebrows.

"No, I just don't like people touching my ankles." I lied trying to prise my poker face from my sleep deprived facial muscles. I knew what would happen if I admitted that little weakness.

"Really?" Dean asked disbelievingly, an evil smile accompanying it.

"Really." I said back while moving away from the man a bit on the sofa. I knew what was coming next, despite my attempts at stopping him.

Sure enough Dean lunged at me, pinning me to the sofa below him and attacking my sensitive sides with his long fingers. Peels of laughter shook me so hard that it was almost painful, my limbs flying out in a pitiful attempt to stop him. "I give, I give, stop! Please! Uncle!" I cried out in-between laughs.

Dean stopped with a chuckle, his eyes lighting up and a rare true smile consuming his entire face. He looked so handsome right then, so carefree and young. He looked like I was sure he would've done if he'd never been a hunter. Perfect.

I stared breathlessly into his eyes, the smile on my face stilling but the breathing still laboured as the weight of his stare back pinned me to my place on the sofa.

I was mesmerised again as he stared at me, his long dark lashes fluttering slightly as his amazing green eyes raked my face, coming to rest back on my eyes after travelling to my lips.

Everything stopped, time, the world, my breathing as he lowered himself from above me. His actions careful, measured, giving me time to stop him.

When Deans lips were mere inches from mine, when I could taste his sweet hot breath on my lips, I leant up, closing the distance between us.

Our lips brushed gently, his full bottom lip feeling like velvet as it softly touched my own. His hand moved from my side to my face, cupping my cheek in it as his lips became more insistent, moving with mine. My hands went to his muscled back, clutching him tighter to me.

I grabbed his bottom lip softly with both of my lips, pulling gently and making him smile through the kiss. His tongue darted out of his mouth licking my top lip and sending pulses of pleasure down to my very core.

I moaned ever so slightly, unable to stop myself, but it changed the mood palatably. Deans hand moved from my cheek to my hair, fisting a chunk of it roughly, though not hard enough to hurt, just pull ever so slightly. My hands clutched at his t-shirt, bunching it up in my fists as I brought his full body weight down on to me. Our lips warm, hard and fast. Our tongues battling, our lips crashing, hands pulling and bodies touching.

Deans free hand moved to my shoulder blade, holding me closer to him, pulling me up so that there was nothing between us, so close that not even air could chill our still clothed skin.

He moaned as I bit his lip softly, sucking the soft silky flesh into my mouth and licking it before releasing it. His moan the sexiest noise I had ever heard in my life, driving me wild, and making wetness pool between my legs that had started to move to either side of his hips without my permission or even knowledge.

Deans hand moved from my shoulder bone down my side to my hip, my breath hitching slightly as he skimmed my breast, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me, to use those skilled hands on me. Desire, lust, want and need racing through my body like never before. His hand clutching my hip sent fire down to my groin, making me desperate for some friction, crave it even. Without conscious thought my hips bucked, grinding against him as I sought out the friction that I so badly needed. Rubbing against a hard bulge in his jeans. Pure and utter pleasure swept through me as the two spots that were meant to come together met through heavily clothed bodies. Again I moaned, unable to prevent it.

The noise seemed to wake Dean up though. He pulled gently away from me, his eyes looking as though they were in pain as the cold night air attacked our chests.

"What's wrong?" I whispered still with the fabric of his t-shirt welded into my hands.

"You're nine years younger than me, and you've never done this before." Dean said, looking like he was talking himself out of this, whatever this was.

"Practice makes perfect." I said back raising myself to him again. I more than wanted this, I needed it, my body was crying out for it. Desperate to feel his touch again, to feel his lips mould themselves with mine.

Dean groaned, an almost pained sound but kissed me again, softly this time, gently, almost as though he was scared of breaking me. The urgency had gone from our kisses, but a softness, a tenderness, that hadn't been there before took over. Our hands stroking rather than grabbing, more innocence in our kisses and touches. Getting to know one another rather than forcing our bodies to mesh.

Deans phone rang, making us both jump as one, before we both started laughing. He rested his forehead on mine as he reached in-between us and pulled out his phone from his pocket. His hand coming so close to the area that was so hot it felt like it was burning up that I gasped. Deans eyes shot back to me, a lazy smile and a lift of his eyebrows caressing his features as he pulled out the phone and answered it.

"Yeah?" His eyes never leaving me as he spoke into the phone. "Oh yeah sorry man. Eleven." He said before putting the phone down and lifting himself off the sofa and off me. I almost whimpered as he removed himself off me so bad was my need for him. But luckily I managed to avoid that embarrassment.

"Sam's back." He told me unnecessarily.

"I worked that one out all on my own." I replied sarcastically but with a smile, sitting myself upright on the sofa as I did. The tiredness that I'd felt all but a distant memory now.

"Alright, no-one likes a sarcastic bitch." Dean said with amusement and lust dancing in his eyes as he looked at me. A deep red blush flamed on my cheeks.

"Except for you of course." I teased with a wink as the door opened and Sam stepped in.

"Thanks Dean." Sam bitched as he shut the door behind him, bags of greasy smelling food clutched in his huge hand and a six pack of beer held tightly in his other. "I've been stood outside for ten minutes!"

"Fresh air's good for you Sammy! And you're into all that fruity jazz aren't ya?" Dean teased his brother in a cheerful voice while taking the bags of food off him. "What you got anyway?"

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Ok sooo... what did you think of this chapter, it was a long time coming I know. let me know if you loved it or hated it! I'll post the next chap in a few as! love aways tametiger x