Again the response to the last chapter was phenominal! Thank you all so much! This is the last chapter I'll have out before christmas, but I think you'll like it. Be warned there may be some lemony goodness ;) Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Chapter Seventeen

Sharing

"You want to tell me what the hell just happened sweetheart?" Dean asked me darkly, switching on the bedside lamp as he sat on the bed watching me.

My heart lurched and I tried desperately to stop the flow of tears that cascaded down my face as I looked in shock at the handsome man who was sat glaring at me from the bed.

"I think you should ask Sam that." I said in a quiet voice as I moved from the door, going in search of the beer I knew we still had left.

"Oh I will, I wanna hear it from you first though." Dean told me, still glaring at me even as I avoided his gaze.

"What do you want to know?" I asked trying to avoid answering him directly. I found the beer and sat on the arm of the sofa, twisting off the top and taking a sip.

"For one why you two were re-enacting a scene from Jerry Springer in the car park at four in the morning." Dean shot at me, his voice angry but calm somehow too.

"I went to get a coke so I could take some painkillers." I replied looking at the bottle in my hand rather than Dean, knowing I'd be unable to hold back the tears if I looked at him.

"So you got a coke. Then what?" Dean tried prying the information from me.

"What did you hear?" I asked him, again avoiding the question.

"You'd make a damn good politician B." Dean bit out. "I heard enough, now tell me what happened." His voice rose slightly, harder than I'd ever heard it before.

"I overheard Sam having a phone conversation. With Ruby." I replied, my voice barely a whisper, not knowing how much to say and how much to hold back, I certainly didn't want him knowing the stuff that Sam had said about him and me.

Dean breathed out at my confession, his voice slightly softer as he spoke again. "And?"

"And I was pissed, but before I was pissed I was scared." I admitted my weakness. "I asked him if he was gonna hand me over to Ruby so that she could kill me or was he going to do it himself. He argued with me, saying that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. But then I reminded him how he wasn't so gun-ho about protecting me when Ruby wanted to rip my heart out of chest." I said, anger seeping into my voice as I relived the conversation that may have ended my relationship with Sam and may end it now with Dean too.

"Fair point." Dean agreed, his voice soft still. "So how did you get from that to 'Jerry'?"

"Sam was upset, and defended Ruby, saying she was on our side and that she wasn't going to hurt me again, all that bull. I don't believe him though. Sorry but she's a demon. And she's already tried to kill me once, not exactly on my christmas card list. You know if I sent christmas cards anyway. So I asked Sam if he was trying to convince me or himself. That's when the shouting started." I mumbled before taking a long sip of the beer still firmly clutched in my hands.

Dean sighed a heavy sigh. "You gotta understand Sam's got this thing with Ruby. Like Clarice and Hannibal, he doesn't trust her, but he does. And she's a psychopath."

"That makes me feel so much better." I said with an eye roll.

"You and me both sweetheart." Dean sighed once more. "B?"

"Yeah?"

"Sam said some shit, that wasn't right and wasn't true." Dean told me almost sounding like he was in pain, like he normally did whenever he tried to open up.

"No he told me the truth. I know he did. Just the truth hurts and all that jazz." I replied still refusing to look at Dean.

"Maybe some of it was the truth, but not all of it. I'm not gonna just hand you over to Charlie, and I'm sure as hell not gonna forget you sweetheart." Dean took a deep breath, his voice still sounding pained, letting me know he hadn't quite finished sharing yet. "You're one of us Bella. And... Er..." Dean stopped then, apparently unable to go on.

I heard the creek of the bed and Deans footsteps as he approached me on the sofa. The beer bottle was taken out of my grasp and I was pulled to my feet by my now empty hands.

"You're not just another girl to me B." Dean told me sending tremors through my body. I dared to look at him then, and saw nothing but sincerity on his face. He leant down and his lips brushed mine for a few seconds.

"But we haven't got a future, he was right about that." I said as he stood still holding my hands, still looking at me. "And some of the other stuff he said, I'm not one of you. I've only known you a month."

"Five weeks and three days, almost a month and a half sweetheart. And you are one of us. You're brave, and strong, kick ass, funny, good looking. Hell how could you not be one of us." Dean smirked at that making me chuckle despite the sadness I felt. "And as for a future, I don't see any of the three of us living long and happy lives, we're gonna die bloody is my thinking. But when that happens it'll be Sam, me and you sweetheart." Dean told me, his eyes burning brightly with something as he leant down to me again.

Before his lips could quite me, and stop the buzzing in my head, could quieten the voices that were so insistent, I had to broach the other stuff. While Dean was in the sharing mood, cause I was sure as hell it wasn't going to last.

"Dean..." I started moving away from him slightly but not letting go of his hands, hoping he'd still feel like sharing with me. "What about the other stuff, from earlier." I asked quietly.

"You were right. As much as it pains me to admit it." Dean teased me with a smirk. "You're still you, just younger to what I'd thought. And you haven't run off screaming yet." He added under his breath, a reference to his conversation with Hendrickson earlier that I wasn't supposed to have heard so I kept my face blank.

Dean leant down for a third time, capturing my lips with his own, softly yet insistent.

My hands wrapped themselves around Deans shoulders, having to stand on the very tips of my toes to do so. His travelled to my waist, his palms pressing into the small of my back and moving us closer together.

My heart sped up and I started to tingle everywhere as I opened my mouth to let Deans probing tongue in. Our kiss becoming deeper and more intense.

Somehow we ended up on the bed together, our lips never parting, our hands now exploring new places. Mine travelling down his muscled arms and his toned back, being careful to avoid the bullet wound that he was still suffering with. His hands stroked my back, my shoulders, my arms. I'd never known someone touching you in such innocent places could be so erotic, could turn me on so much.

As Deans skillful hands gently brushed the small of my back I let out a moan into his open mouth. My back arching towards him thrusting out my breasts, brushing them hard against his warm and solid chest.

Dean attacked my mouth with a need that was almost desperation, hard and insistent. His stubble itching softly against my face in a delicious way. His hands pulling me roughly on my ass so that I ended up straddling his lap.

Without concious thought or reason I ground my hips into his, gaining friction and increasing my need. Both of us moaning into each other and upping the ante.

Deans hands travelled slowly up my waist, then my stomach, his hands spread, his fingers gliding and feeling. He reached the tender skin just below my breasts and my breath caught, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me.

I rocked my hips again, my hands tugging at his hair bringing him impossibly closer to me.

I groaned out loud, the sound alien to my own ears. Who made that noise? I'd never made a noise even similar to it as Deans hands gently cupped my breasts in his huge hands. Even sheathed in two tops and a bra my nipples hardened at his skilled fingers. His kneading and gentle squeezing having me gasping, groaning and rocking my hips into the hard bulge in the shorts he'd been sleeping in. The thin material straining against the huge hard muscle that it was concealing.

Deans lips left mine and started feverish kisses across my cheek and then to a spot on my neck that had me gasping. His hands tore at my top t-shirt as mine struggled with the shirt he'd worn to bed.

Pulling apart for a brief second we had the clothes off, his bare skin hot to the touch, my nightgown making my erect nipples all the more obvious. We came together again, hands touching the new areas that we'd just unveiled. Strangled moans and gasps escaping from between our entwined lips in a beautiful symphony.

Dean kissed my neck again, down to my collar bone and across to the other side. My head and neck arched impulsively sending me pressing harder into his groin. Moans escaping us both once more.

Deans hands started gliding up my bare legs, from the crook of my knee upwards. Every inch higher he got making me squirm with anticipation and longing.

I tugged at his hair as his mouth found another sweet spot just next to my shoulder, nipping at it softly with his teeth then flicking his tongue out to caress it. The man was driving me wild.

Deans hands reached the tops of my thighs my nightgown now rucked up around my waist. My breath caught in my throat, desire pooling between my legs, scared, nervous but wanting this more.

He broke away from me for a second and looked me in the eye. "You ok sweetheart?" He asked me softly, his eyes full of the same lust I was feeling, I could feel his heart beating a rapid beat against my chest, keeping in tempo with my own.

"God yes!" I half said half groaned, frustrated that he'd stopped, wanting more of this feeling, the feeling that I was travelling higher, almost flying if only he'd touch me more, kiss me more, carry on.

Dean chuckled before turning us so that I was laid on my back and he was laid next to me. I whimpered slightly as his warmth and muscle was taking away from me. But the noise was taken away by Deans incredible lips. One hand supported him as the other carried out his journey upwards.

His hand reached my panties, and brushed me so softly through them that I'd have thought I'd imagined it if it weren't for the amazing tingling that followed. Something that had me groaning with pleasure once more. My body lifted off the bed automatically, wanting more of the touch.

Dean was quick to catch on, his hand brushing against me harder this time, stroking me repeatedly and bringing me to a new high. My breathing became ragged and my chest tight with this new feeling.

Deans hand slid under my panties, making me gasp again. A finger carried on stroking me in that wonderful spot, taking me higher still. Then a finger gently but firmly pushed it's way inside of me. I was ready to accept it, the wetness between my legs making it slide easily into me, the combination of his finger moving inside of me and another stroking me had me almost screaming with want.

Dean stopped kissing me but his fingers carried on their ministrations. His head dipped low next to my ear, his lips brushing me as he whispered; "let go sweetheart."

His words made me tumble over an edge I didn't know I was standing on. Waves and waves of pleasure crashing through me making my hips rock into his hand, my body arch away from the bed and screams issue from my mouth. "Oh my God! Oh god! Oh god! Oh Dean! Dean!" I screamed unable to stop myself.

I came down from my high slowly, my body still humming with pleasure, my heart still hammering, and gasps still coming from my mouth.

I turned my head to see Dean smirking, a soft, gentle smirk. I kissed him hard and passionately desperate for more. Wanting him to show me everything, teach me everything that he could.

I wanted to touch him, to feel him, to make him feel as good as I did right then.

My left hand moved away from his face which I'd been cupping, bringing him in closer to me, and travelled down his awe-inspiring six pack. My fingers softly tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts. Deans breathing grew sharper as I tugged his shorts down with a boldness I didn't even know I possessed.

My hand traced the light hair line that lead down from his stomach, stopping to stroke the denser hair that it grew into. Dean moaned as I curled the hairs around my fingers, liking the feeling of them under my touch.

I slipped lower, half excited and half scared. What if I did it wrong? He had a lot of people to compair me to after all.

My hand finally found it's goal. And wow. He was huge. I knew that, there was no-way he couldn't be. He must have been at least eight inches of pure hard muscle. My hand travelled the length and slowly worked it's way back down, feeling the silky smooth skin, grasping the long shaft in my hand slightly harder as I heard Deans moan.

My hand moved up and down, slowly to start with but faster still as Deans moans intensified. My mouth kissing a slow trail down his god-like body.

I stopped as I reached his waist, wanting to taste him, see how he felt. I looked up feeling excited and emboldened by the noises I'd made this man make. Dean was looking at me in a way that made my stomach lurch, almost pleading with me with his eyes.

I leant in, inhaling the sweet cloying smell that was purely Dean and took the tip of him into my mouth. He tasted like nothing I'd ever had before, but it was delicious.

His gasp as I swirled my tongue along his tip had me smiling, I took more of him into my mouth, my hand automatically wrapped around his base. I sucked, and licked, and tasted, his moans and groans and gasps spurring me on faster. Soon his hips were bucking him further into my mouth, his breathing rapid, his hands wrapping themselves gently into my hair.

"B, B! Stop, I'm gonna... B I'm gonna..!" Dean gasped out his hands letting go of my hair, his hips bucking now frantically into my mouth, making me gag slightly as his steel rod was forced to the back of my throat. "Bella!" He shouted out as something warm and liquid hit the back of my throat, I swallowed automatically, not even realising what I was doing. The substance thick going down my throat and seemingly endless.

Dean jerked a few more times, curse's and my name spilling loud from his mouth. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh Bella! Bella! Fuck!" Until he came to a stop, his body sagging and collapsing onto the bed. I realised him from my mouth and sat up with a small smile. Glad that I'd seemed to be able to make him feel just as good as he'd done with me.

His arms reached out and pulled me onto his chest. "Jeeze B. You never done that before?" He questioned me, his arms stroking my back and making me feel safe, secure, warm and happy. Almost glowing in fact.

"No. Was it..?" I trailed off, I probably wasn't suppose to ask. I didn't know the etiquette here. What was I suppose to do, say? This was all new to me.

"It was freaking amazing." Dean said, a smile in his exhausted sounding voice. "Jeeze Bella." He said again, his breathing slowing down slightly.

Minutes later and I heard the heavy, soft breathing that told me he'd fallen asleep. I smiled and curled myself further into his arms, not regretting a thing. My eyelids fluttering closed so that I could join him in sleep.

~0~

I woke in daylight this time, bright daylight leading me to believe that it was probably late morning if not the afternoon. I was still curled around Dean, who was still gloriously naked but now hidden by a layer of covers. His thumb was softly stroking my back in a lazy, slow pattern.

I looked up and smiled brightly, but nervously at him. Last night had been without a doubt the best night of my life, well the bit with Dean had been anyway. However I didn't know how Mr hot and cold would react to it.

To my utter relief Dean smiled gently back at me before leaning down and kissing the top of my head. "Morning B." He whispered with a smile.

"Morning D." I replied sleepily.

Dean's smile faded a little as he carried on stroking my back. My heart dropped a little as I realised that he was probably gonna turn cold on me again. "What's wrong?" I asked trailing my fingers lightly up his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his toned muscle reacting to my touch by little shivers of pleasure.

"I'm gonna have to get out of bed and talk to Sammy." Dean said, trying for funny but missing it by a long shot. My body became slightly rigid as I remembered mine and Sam's conversation last night.

"What you gonna say?" I asked him trying to sound casual but coming off a million miles from it.

"I have no idea, I don't do the whole touchy feely sharing, what's wrong with you crap." Dean told me with a sigh. "Can't you do it for me?" He asked with a small smirk that came across as resigned.

"Only if you want to re-enact the civil war." I replied with my own sad smirk.

Dean sighed and got up, pulling his shorts on before he climbed from the bed so I didn't get a glimpse.

"I'll get breakfast while you talk to him." I told Dean getting up and grabbing my bag so I could get dressed. Knowing the one thing that would cheer Dean up right now was food. I'd even be the bigger person and get Sam something he actually liked.

We got dressed and left the room in silence, me using the bathroom to change in and him the bedroom.

As we went to part Dean grabbed hold of my hand and gave it a slight squeeze. "Sweetheart..." He said while looking into my eyes.

"Yeah?" I replied slightly dazed, lost as I was in the deep green colour that mesmerised me so.

"Don't forget the pie." He said smirking and walking away from me towards Sam's room.

~0~

I made sure to take my time at the dinner that was five blocks away from the motel. I wanted to give the brothers as much time as I could. That and I wasn't so sure I wanted to face Sam yet.

Last night had been horrible. The Sam bit anyway. I'd been scared of him, scared of what he'd do. And he'd really hurt my feelings, he'd said what he thought, and it had cut me deeply. I didn't know if I could just forget that. Well that's if he wanted to make up anyway. He was probably still as pissed and upset with me as I was him. In my eyes though I'd done and said nothing that I hadn't meant. Nothing that wasn't true. Maybe he was right and I was a little dramatic about the whole thing, but I knew I had a point. I knew it because Dean hadn't told me otherwise and he was always the first to point out when I was wrong, despite everything between us.

I got the food and coffees before walking back slightly more briskly than I'd walked to the dinner, I didn't want the food going cold after all. Cold flapjacks sucked. And cold coffee was worse.

I unlocked Deans and my room hesitantly, only to find it empty. I shut the door behind me and took a deep breath feeling slightly anxious, more so than when we'd been facing the demons back at the police station.

I knocked on the door next to the bed Dean and I had been using, hoping as I did that the walls weren't as thin as they looked.

They were. "That'll be her now dude. Can't you just say you're sorry and all that? Make-up? Have a chick flick moment?" Deans voice came through the wall muffled but still audible.

"No. Man, she thought I was gonna kill her." Sam said his voice sounding pissed.

"You blame her, after Ruby?" Dean replied in a quieter voice.

"I know what I'm doing Dean, she doesn't, she knows she doesn't and yet she got up in my face. Over something she knows jack about." Well looks like we weren't going to be kissing and making up straight away after all.

"Again, I say, can you blame her? Dude what's wrong with you? It's Bella? You two have been one step away from braiding each others hair since ya met." Dean said, his voice concerned and a little pissed too.

Sam sighed, sounding deflated. "You're right, you're right. I should just make up with her. Not her fault I guess." Too late Sammy I thought to myself. Too late.

I knocked again, with a little more force on the thin door this time. Pissed off and wanting to eat my breakfast. Preferably alone now, just so I didn't get in anyone's face.

The door swung open and Sam stood in front of me, his face an apologetic mask. "Hey Bells." He said in a soft voice.

"Hello." I replied coolly and walking passed him to the table that was in his room that was just slightly bigger than the one Dean and I were using.

I put the food down on the table. "Flapjacks for you D, flapjacks for me, and rabbit food there. Three coffees. Enjoy." I said my voice hard and flat.

"Did you get...?" Dean started saying to me his voice almost anxious.

"Cherry pie for afters." I declared with a smile for the man. Not pissed with him, just his stupidly large brother.

"Bella..." Sam started saying to me, his voice low.

I grabbed a coffee and my flapjacks before walking back towards the connecting door. "I'm gonna go eat in there, see if there's anything on tv." I said, my voice still cold and hard. Still pissed.

I shut the door behind me and sank onto the sofa, letting out a sigh as I did. I ignored the little voice in my head telling me to swallow my pride and let it go. Switching on the television instead. Even over the dull tones of Dr Sexy Md I heard the brothers conversation, despite trying actively to tune it out.

"Boy it's cold in here." I heard Sam mutter as a chair scraped back over hard floor. Wow, these walls must have been made of straw or something, it did nothing to stop sound travelling.

"It's a lot colder where you're sitting dude." Dean replied sounding like he was talking through a mouthful of food.

"She's still mad at me." Sam stated.

"Yup."

"Think she's gonna stay mad at me man?"

"Yup."

"Guess I should go in there and talk to her." Sam said sounding a little nervous, which made me smile. Good.

"Yup." Dean replied, obviously still eating and sounding completely unfazed.

"You wouldn't want to do it for me? She's your girlfriend after all." Sam said, almost pleading but a smirk in his voice as well, as though he was trying to bait Dean.

"Nope." I heard the smile in Deans voice and couldn't help but smile with him, he wasn't going to bite.

"It's a good thing that you're not getting paid by the word Dean!" Sam said, his voice exasperated, their conversation making me smile despite myself. I knew I'd cave into Sam's apology no matter how mad with him I was, the brothers were just too damn funny. And I loved them, they were like family, well Sam was anyway, Dean was starting to become more than that.

I arranged my face so that I didn't have the grin on it as the door to the room gently opened. I knew I was going to forgive Sam, but I'd still make him work for it. Dude owed me that much.

"Bells... Can I talk to you?" Sam asked me sounding like he'd rather do anything but that.

I muted the tv and turned to face him, keeping my stoic poker mask firmly in place. "Go ahead." I said curtly. He was wearing a t-shirt with a purple unicorn on it that was making keeping a straight face damn difficult though. Had he lost a bet with Dean or something?

"Bells... I'm really sorry about last night. I said a lot of stuff that was out of order. And a lot of it was wrong. I messed up and I hate us being mad at each other. You're one of us Bells and I'd be really pissed at myself if we couldn't make up. Please forgive me. I'm really sorry." Wow, that was... Dramatic. In fact that was so dramatic and almost pathetic that I couldn't help the smile that burst from me.

"I forgive ya Sammy." I said still smiling, like I said I couldn't stay mad, he was just too damn funny.

"Aww... That was beautiful. Someone hold me!" Dean quipped with a smirk on his face.

"Shove it Dean! Just because you're incapable of opening up, doesn't mean that we're all emotionally retarded." Sam replied with a grin of his own.

"I'm not incapable dude, I've just not been hit with the Oprah stick lately." And so it carried on. The three of us, on speaking terms once again.

Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Make my christmas and let me know if you did! Merry Christmas to you all, even if you don't celebrate it have a great holiday :) see you next time. Love always Tametiger xx