Author's Note: Long story short, Dean and Alicia finally do it. Also, how Dean behaves here is far different than other writers: I believe Dean would be a bit more of a gentleman in dealing with a woman who has less experience than the other women he's been used to.

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For the second time that night, the front door of Dean and Alicia's cabin opened, and Dean walked in with Alicia in his arms, kicking the door shut, but a hand appeared and grabbed it, preventing it from shutting. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and turned around, setting Alicia down, just as Sam slowly pushed the door open.

"Hi," the younger Winchester said awkwardly.

"Uh, Sammy," Dean replied patiently as he walked over to his brother. He gave a forceful chuckle, followed by a forced smile. "What are you doing here?"

Sam held up Alicia's bag. "You two left so quickly you forgot this," he replied. "Alicia might want her clothes back."

"Actually, I think Allie might want her clothes off," Dean retorted, waggling his eyebrows. "I know I do."

Sam set his jaw and gave his brother a bitchface, then shoved the bag hard into Dean's chest, satisfied when Dean grimaced and gave a loud 'oof'. "I'll see you in the morning," he said curtly before marching away.

"Late morning," Dean called after him. The door was suddenly shut in his face and locked by its own accord. Dean looked confused, then he stopped and smirked before turning around to face a smiling Alicia. "You little minx." He dropped the bag at his feet, then crossed over to her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her close, kissing her hungrily. He lifted her off the ground, and Alicia wrapped her legs around his hips as he crossed over into the bedroom, kneeling on the unmade bed with Alicia sitting on his lap.

"Third time's the charm?" Alicia asked, smiling against his mouth as the two kissed hungrily.

"I think it's a little more than three times," Dean replied with amusement.

Alicia's smile widened, and the hunters continued kissing Dean shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it aside as he felt Alicia's hands pull his shirt from his waistband, unbuttoning it with slightly shaking hands. Dean noticed as he removed the shirt and flung it away before gently wrapping his hands around her wrists and raising them above her head.

"Your turn," he said before moving his hands slowly down her body to her waist, gently pulling her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and lifting it over her head, tossing it aside. He looked briefly downward at the black lacy bra, seeing her brass ankh moving slightly above her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning over and capturing her mouth with his as his hands snaked up her back and unclasped her bra. He pulled back as Alicia gently tugged the straps down, tossing the garment aside, giving Dean a very nice view of her bare chest.

Dean had already seen Alicia completely naked once, last month after she'd been cured and he and the others needed to tend to her wounds, but it was a totally different context at the time. The hunter was definitely appreciating the view—and restrained himself from doing the things he would normally be doing at this point if this had been some other woman. He kissed her, both of them moaning softly as their warm, bare skin touched, the coldness of their amulets barely noticeable. He moved his mouth to her neck, gently sucking the skin under her jaw. The young woman moaned softly as she tilted her head back, allowing Dean to move around her neck, kissing and even licking her neck.

"Dean?"

Dean pulled back, seeing her confused expression. "What?"

"What are you doing?" Alicia asked.

It was Dean's turn to look confused. "I'm kissing you," he said slowly. He paused. "Do you wanna stop?"

"No," Alicia said quickly. "It's nice—really nice—but, um…," she shrugged, "I thought you'd be a little more…eager."

Dean exhaled slowly as he understood what she was implying. "Trust me," he said as he smoothed some hair from her face, "I am feeling very eager right now, but—"

"But it's me," Alicia interrupted, looking away, very embarrassed. "Look, I know I'm not as…experienced as other women you've been with." She looked almost on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey," Dean said gently. "You have nothing to be sorry about." He shrugged slightly. "That's why I'm not hitting the gas pedal right now. I know this is new for you, and I want you to enjoy this, too, but first, you've got to relax."

"I'm relaxed," Alicia replied a little too quickly.

Dean just raised an eyebrow, amused. "Yeah, okay," he replied, unconvinced. He glanced around at the harsh lights in the room still on. It wasn't his usual style, but he knew from experience Alicia felt more comfortable with dim lighting. "Let's do something about the lighting first." He shifted and started to stand up, but then the room was plunged into darkness as every light in the cabin that was on switched off, then a soft purple glow filled the room. Dean looked up and saw the source of the glow—one of Alicia's signature purple flames hovering above the bed near the ceiling. He looked down at Alicia, who gave a small smile.

"Check," she replied.

Dean chuckled and leaned back over, kissing her gently as he placed one leg on each side of her hips. He moved his kisses down her neck gently and methodically. She felt stiff as she lay under him awkwardly, but he smiled to himself, knowing that would change soon enough. He paused, hovering right above her breasts, gently blowing on the smooth skin, and he grinned when he heard her give a small whimper. He repeated the process, moving from one side of her chest to the other, each puff eliciting a sound of pleasure, and he felt the tension starting to leave her.

The hunter pulled back, deciding to change his tactic and tracing his fingers lightly over her skin, starting at her collarbone and down her arms. She shuddered as little goosebumps dotted her skin, but when he reached her wrists, she suddenly pulled away, giggling.

"Sorry," she snickered. "I'm sorry, but that tickles."

"Well, that's good to know," Dean replied, smiling. "What about here?" He started tickling her sides, and Alicia screamed slightly before erupting into squeals and laughter as she squirmed under him.

"Stop it!" she laughed, but Dean relented, gently pinning her as she tried squirming away. "Dean! I need to breathe!"

Dean stopped, grinning, as he looked down at Alicia, as she lay underneath him, smiling, her chest heaving. He was almost mesmerized at how beautiful she looked, and thankful she seemed more relaxed. "You okay?" She nodded, and he leaned over, caging her with his body as he kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his back, running her hands along his muscles. She was surprised to feel them quiver under her touch, and he moaned softly into her neck.

Alicia smiled as she tilted her head back, Dean moving his lips down her throat to her collarbone, then she gasped a little as she felt his lips moving across the smooth skin of her breast, sending little sparks of electricity down her spine, causing her to squirm underneath him. He continued giving attention to her breasts, using his mouth on one, and his fingers on the other, then switching sides.

After a few moments, satisfied that Alicia was relaxed enough, Dean traced his fingers slowly down her stomach, feeling her shuddering under his touch, until he came to the waistband of her jeans. He slowly undid the button and zipper, gently tugging them down her thighs, glancing up occasionally to see if she was uncomfortable, but she gave no signs of him wanting to stop. He pulled the jeans all the way down to her ankles, standing up and expertly removed her boots, jeans and socks, dropping them on the floor. He momentarily paused when he saw her in the dim light, laying across the sheets, dressed only in a pair of black panties, and he felt something stirring inside him.

Take it slow, Dean, he reminded himself. Take it slow. He inhaled softly, then quickly undid his own pants, wasting no time as he stripped them off, along with his shoes and socks and was left only in his black boxer briefs.

Alicia raised an eyebrow as she sized him up, propping herself on her elbows to get a good look at him for the first time. He had always looked good in his clothes—no matter what he happened to be wearing—but he was even more impressive without them. She could see his muscles in the dim light, which only added to the overall strength she knew he possessed, and she felt a shiver in her abdomen as her thoughts raced.

Dean knelt back on the bed, straddling her legs once again. He leaned over, her hands running over his back, his lips brushing against hers, she felt firsthand the restrained power in his body. Mustering a little courage, she moved her hands across his chest, feeling his muscles twitching under her touch, and she moved her hands down his front. His stomach muscles twitching as he shuddered under her touch, and she traced her hands around his waist to the front. He grunted as she ran her fingers along the skin just above his waistband.

Breathing a little heavier, and Dean pulled back and smoothed some hair from her face before his eyes traveled down the length of her body to her panties. She inhaled sharply as he hooked his fingers on the waistband, smiling as he slid them down her legs, tossing them aside, then shifted and removed his own. Wordlessly, he positioned himself over her, shifting his weight to one arm as he moved one leg between hers, keeping the other outside. He brought his lips close to hers, letting them brush each other without kissing as he kept his eyes locked with hers. Alicia's breath grew shaky, her heart rate accelerated, as Dean's free hand traveled along her calf, pausing at her knee, running his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of her leg there. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh, hearing her shudder against his mouth.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his fingers gently caressing her thigh.

Alicia nodded. "Yeah," she replied, her voice shaky.

"Do you trust me?" Alicia nodded. "Look, if anything feels…weird or uncomfortable, let me know, okay?"

"Okay," Alicia replied.

As Dean smiled and kissed her gently, his hand brushing over her center, she inhaled sharply. Dean paused, waiting to see if she wanted him to continue. Alicia responded by kissing him hungrily, taking him momentarily by surprise. He coaxed a finger between her legs, spreading her open for him, then used his thumb to press gently against her sensitive area, causing her to whimper against his mouth. As their tongues intertwined, the young woman parted her legs underneath his finger. He slowly moved his hand, gently sliding two fingers within her, feeling some tightness and resistance as he caressed her from within. Alicia tilted her head back and moaned louder, and Dean's lips moved down her neck, gently sucking.

Alicia felt like she would explode, falling back from her elbows, lying fully on the bed and using her hands to grip his shoulder and neck. Her body squirmed and shifted under him, her breathing in sharp gasps, as he continued pleasuring her with his fingers. She tried to focus, but the sensations she was feeling had her complete attention—and she gave up trying to fight them. Dean's mouth moved down her body, planting kisses every few inches as he did so until he stopped right under her belly button and pulled away. The young woman was momentarily disappointed, then she suddenly threw her head back and moaned even louder when she felt his mouth between her legs, his tongue pleasuring her as his thumb had been.

"Yes," she whimpered as she gripped the pillow under her head.

Dean paused, lifting his head. "You want me to stop?" he asked, amused.

Alicia lifted her head, giving him a hard look. "Don't. You. Dare." she warned, her breathing labored.

"Yes, ma'am," Dean replied, grinning as he lowered his head and continued making love to her, alternating between his lips and tongue while still simultaneously moving his fingers inside her.

Alicia's body writhed and bucked as the muscles in her abdomen began tightening. She didn't know how much time passed, but her eyes suddenly flew open, and she gave a loud shout as several things happened simultaneously: all the tension in her body was released in a cascading surge, starting between her legs and radiating to every part of her body as her eyes suddenly glowed purple. The flame above the two glowed brighter, quickly turning hot white for a moment before fading back into its soft purple color. The glow in Alicia's eyes disappeared as the young woman collapsed on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her energy spent, her breathing ragged as if she had just run a marathon.

Dean's face suddenly appeared in her field of vision, staring down at her. "How you feeling?" he asked, a slight smile on his face.

"Groovy," Alicia replied, giving him a lazy smile as her breathing began to even out.

"Good," Dean said, pleased as he lay on his side beside her, his head supported by his hand. "So, I, uh, that thing with the flame and your eyes…is that gonna happen every time we—?"

"Haven't a clue," Alicia replied. She gave a small smile. "Guess we're just gonna have to do more of this and find out."

Dean grinned. "What a shame," he replied as he shifted and moved over her, straddling her thighs as he planted a hand on either side of her head.

"Oh, so now you're gonna be eager?" Alicia asked, smiling.

"You thought that was the main event?" Dean asked, amused. "Babe, that was just a preview." He leaned over and captured her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as his tongue danced with hers. She moaned softly against his lips, wrapping her arms around his back. She felt his hard body pressed against her as he gently nudged her legs apart, which she gladly obliged. The hunter repositioned himself between her legs, meeting almost no resistance as he entered her in a long slow thrust.

Alicia grimaced as she felt the slight twinge of pain, almost like a sharp brief pinch, but it quickly disappeared. She gave a louder moan as she reflexively arched her back, her body accepting him. He was bigger than she had anticipated, but she was relieved she easily accommodated him as he stretched and filled her completely.

Dean had been able to restrain himself for Alicia's sake for weeks, respecting her wishes to wait until she was ready—and then tending to her physical needs first, relaxing her and putting her more at ease (and doing a damn fine job of it, he thought), but the physical sensation of finally being inside her after so much waiting was too much for him, and his body shuddered a bit, a groan escaping his mouth as he withdrew and entered her again.

As he thrust in and out of her in a slow but steady rhythm, Alicia's hands dug into his back, tightening at every move he made within her. "Allie," he moaned into her neck, lowering himself to one of his elbows as they grinded their bodies together in a steady, erotic rhythm. Alicia lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, every inhibition she had gone. She completely relished every touch of his skin against hers, every movement of his hips, his breath against her ear. Dean moved his right hand to grip her hip as he rested on the elbow of his left. He began to move even faster, grunting as his thrusts became more and more desperate.

"Dean, I—" Alicia moaned into his shoulder.

"Yes," Dean's voice was hoarse as he whispered into her ear. He tightened his grip on her hip as he breathed her name again. "Almost there…almost." Her body moved fluidly against his as he felt his muscles beginning to tighten for release. He tried to slow their pace, wanting to prolong their physical union as long as possible, but the young woman lifted her hips off the mattress, grinding her body against him, feeling him hit all the right places as he penetrated her deeply with every thrust.

"Don't stop," she moaned loudly. She closed her eyes as her muscles tensed again, and she tightened her legs and arms around Dean, her body trembling. He moved faster as her body prepared for its release. A low guttural moan erupted from him before her name came out as a chant. She closed her eyes, seeing a flash of purple behind her eyelids as she arched her back, the ceiling flame briefly glowing hot white the moment her world exploded. The only part of her she could feel was where their bodies connected, her muscles clenching around his throbbing length.

Dean moved to clutch both her hips in his hands, holding her steady as he thrust into her one last time, feeling her body pulsating around him as he exploded inside her, giving one last gutteral sound of pleasure. He was completely spent, his body shuddering, and he got off of her, collapsing beside her, breathing hard as he stared at the ceiling stunned.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered. He craned his head, seeing Alicia laying beside him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her expression dazed. "Allie?"

"Damn, that was awesome," she said softly, her mouth curled into a small smile.

Dean chuckled. "Told you so," he said, smirking. He lifted his arm, and Alicia sidled up close to him, resting her head against his chest. Dean covered them both with the sheets, and the two just lay there in the dim purple light, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking..

"Was it worth it?" Alicia asked softly.

"Mmm?" Dean asked, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her arm. Then he remembered what she was referring to. "Oh, yeah." He chuckled softly as cradled her face in his hand and gently craned her head toward him, gently kissing her softly. "Definitely worth it." Alicia smiled, then Dean pointed to the ceiling flame. "Oh, uh, I saw that go off again. You do realize we're gonna have to play around with that, right?"

"I don't mind," Alicia replied as put her head down on his chest. She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the hypnotic beating of his heart. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Do you remember when we drew cards earlier?" Dean nodded. "My card wasn't originally a two. It was a nine"

"No, I saw it; it was a two."

"Only because I altered it to make it look like a two."

"So, you're saying you'd have originally won?" Dean asked slowly. Alicia nodded. "Why did you change it?"

"Because until that moment," Alicia explained, "I wasn't sure if you really meant those things you were saying. Then, when you saw your card…I saw the fear in your eyes, genuine fear, over the thought of losing me." She looked up at Dean. "I've never seen you that scared before, Dean, and I knew you were telling me the truth." She saw his unreadable expression and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, I know I should have said something—"

Dean stopped her by pressing his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. After a few moments, he pulled back, smiling. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Let's get some rest." Alicia smiled and flicked her wrist, the ceiling flame going out and plunging the room into darkness.

(End of Chapter 16)