Dean's POV

It had been 4 months since Dean and Sam had saved Kristin from her ex-husband and that ghost. Four long months of Dean longing, pining, and aching both physically an emotionally for Kristin. No matter how hard he threw himself into work, how hard he tried to forget her, he just couldn't. It didn't help that after tough cases he called her, texted her, and video chatted with her. He even visited her once.

The night that they had saved Kristin, that kiss changed something in him. Deep, deep down, Dean knew he was fighting a lost cause. She was his first thought when he woke up, his last thought before bed, and the only one he thought of while he touched himself in the shower. Hell, he tried to have a couple of one night stands to forget Kristin, to move on. Hitting on anyone else felt like cheating, kissing them felt even more wrong, and even worse, he couldn't get hard without trying to picture that girl as Kristin. And the moment he would open his eyes, erection gone. He couldn't trick himself, no matter how hard he tried. He even received quite a few slaps from him all but shoving some women out of his motel room in anger at his situation.

Dean ran a hand roughly through his hair as he drove to the next case. Sammy was asleep in the passenger seat, had been for the last hour. This case was in Indiana, where Kristin had moved a month before. She had tried to stay in that house, but what had happened to her was too much and she moved out of state, wanting to start over again. Dean had her address and knew that she was only going to be an hour from her. He had been keeping tabs on her and her safety since that night, desperate for her not to fall prey to the evil that seemed to follow him.

As best he could tell, Kristin was safe, and had been since he left. And it didn't help that Sam kept suggesting Dean go visit her.

"Dude, you seriously need to get laid," Sam complained following Dean's lash out after another frustrating night.

"Yeah, well, don't you think I've tried?" Dean snapped back as they climbed into baby. After a couple of failed attempts and Same running into a rejected fling, Dean had come clean about his problem.

"I really think you should go see her."

"Sammy," Dean ground out through clenched teeth, not wanting to have this discussion again.

"Dean, you are miserable. Don't you think you deserve a little happiness?" Sam answered with concern. Dean sighed angrily and wiped a hand down his face.

"You damn well know why I shouldn't go see her. You know exactly how us getting close to people ends."

Kristin's POV

Kristin sat in her living room, absentmindedly petting her German Shepherd, Nova, on the head. Nova had her sleepy head resting in Kristin's lap while Kristin watched TV. She struggled to pay attention to the plot of the movie as she thought of Dean. She hadn't heard from him in over a week, which was unusual. He always, at a minimum, texted her to let her know where he was. Last she had heard, he was in Nebraska working a case. She always tried to look up the news articles for whatever state/city he was in, wanting to follow the case and make sure he was safe. It made her feel connected to him in a way, even though he never wanted to tell her any details of the cases they worked.

"Kristin," Dean sighed. She could see the dark circles under his eyes on the screen. She loved when he video chatted her from Sam's laptop. Sam had run out to get some food, giving Dean and Kristin a little privacy.

"I can tell you're hurting right now, Dean," Kristin emphasized. "Why won't you talk to me about it?"

"Because I don't want you to be apart of this life," Dean nearly yelled. He wiped a hand down his bruised face and took a deep breath before opening his eyes to look at the shock on Kristin's face. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. It was... tough," Dean apologized, his tone remorseful. She could tell that he was stressed, but he had never lashed out at her like that before. "I'm trying to protect you from all the bullshit I deal with, day in and day out."

"But Dean, I want to know you, and that includes what you do," Kristin pleaded, knowing that this conversation would not go as she always hoped.

"I... You know these conversations are all we can ever be... so please, stop pushing." Dean's jaw tensed, his mouth set in that firm pout he got when frustrated.

"I know," Kristin whispered, feeling defeated once again. This is how the conversation always went. Her trying to soother Dean's broken heart and mind, him pushing her away and reminding her that phone calls and that one kiss are all they will ever be.

A light knock sounded at her front door. Kristin turned her head, confused. Nova sat up, ears perked and ready to be the faithful guard dog if needed. Kristin had gotten Nova as a rescue when she moved to Indiana, taking Dean's advice to do what she could to be safe. She hadn't owned a dog in years and had missed the companionship. Kristin got up and walked to the door, Nova at her side. When pushing the curtain over the small window to the side, her eyes met green ones. Dean! Kristin's heart raced and she opened the door. She watched as Dean took her in, adoration in his intense eyes.

"Hey sweetheart," he smiled nervously, hands stuck in the pocket of his jeans. The cool fall air swirled around them as they stared at each other for a moment, both unsure of what to do.

"Hey," Kristin broke the silence and stepped forward into Dean's arms, hugging him tentatively. When Dean wrapped his arms tightly around her, Kristin hugged him tighter, taking a deep, calming breath. Dean kissed the top of her head as they stood there for a moment.

"I see you took my advice," Dean commented with humor, nodding towards Nova when she looked up into his eyes.

"Yeah, I did," she smiled fondly at Nova. "Her name is Nova."

"Hey Nova," Dean gently pulled away from Kristin and knelt down, allowing Nova to sniff him. Nova looked to Kristin first, then sniffed Dean's hand hesitantly before licking it. "Cautious, I like her," Dean smiled up at Kristin and she felt as if her heart would burst. It had been more than 4 months since she had seen Dean in person, since that earth shattering kiss. Why was he here when he kept telling her that nothing would happen between them?

"Come in," Kristin offered but Dean stood, hesitating.

"I don't think that's the best idea," Dean said softly, not meeting her eyes. Kristin's heart sank, this was just a quick hello.

"Yeah, okay," she whispered, looking down and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do you want to go for a drive?" Dean asked, turning slightly towards the driveway where his Impala waited. She looked up into his eyes slowly, searching them for answers.

"Sure."

Dean's POV

Dean opened the passenger door for Kristin, his eyes roaming over her legs, clad in slouchy, knee-high suede boots. She wore a long-sleeved navy dress that clung to her curves, making Dean's temperature rise. He had forgotten how incredibly stunning she was and had to make himself take a deep breath as he shut her door and rounded the front of Baby. You're just here to talk, check in, nothing more. Dean scolded himself, knowing that he would have to make this quick. He declined the invite into her house because there were too many risks, too many possibilities that could arise from being in her home. Just knowing her bed was there was enough to make his heart race, thinking about the possibility of laying her down on it and making love to her.

As he climbed into Baby, he took another deep breath and started the engine, backing out of her driveway slowly. Dean had driven by a park with a giant pond and he felt that would be a safe place to talk to her. He wanted to break it off, say goodbye for good, and he didn't want to do it over the phone. He wanted it to be in person so that she couldn't hang up on him. He wanted to be able to read her face her body language, and to make sure he told her what she needed to hear to be as okay as possible.

He wasn't blind, he could see the longing in her eyes when they spoke, he could hear it in her voice. It was the same longing he felt, the same need he felt. So intense, almost as if god himself had created them for each other. Dean shook his head as he parked the car by the pond, almost laughing to himself at that thought. Right, like God created Kristin for me. What a joke. I was meant to be a vessel, expendable, nothing more. Dean turned off the car and climbed out. Kristin climbed out of the passenger side, shutting the door quietly. There was a soft breeze in the air, and the weather was perfect sweater weather, not that Dean even owned a sweater. Dean stopped in front of Baby and held out his hand for Kristin to take. She accepted his hand and he linked their fingers together, his heart hammering in his chest at their connection. He would give anything for things to be different, for him to be good enough for her. He walked them to a picnic table near the edge of the pond and sat. Kristin sat next to him, turned slightly towards him.

"Not that I am complaining in any way, but why are you here?" Kristin asked, honestly. Dean bit the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out the right words to say. He didn't want to break her heart, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and looking out at the pond. He sighed after a minute, still unsure of how to proceed. "Dean, what's wrong?" Kristin asked tenderly, placing her hand on his forearm. Dean took one of his hands and placed it on top of hers before lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. He felt her tremble slightly and looked up seeing her eyes tearing up.

"Kristin," Dean sighed, sitting up and turning towards her, cupping her cheek with his fingers slipping into her hair. He rested his forehead against hers and sighed, closing his eyes. He hadn't even opened his mouth and he was already breaking her. They sat like that for a moment, neither one moving or saying anything. Just enjoying each other's presence. Dean opened his eyes, looking at her perfect mouth. Her bottom lip was fuller than her top lip, and both looking so soft. He remember how soft they were, how heavenly she had tasted during their first kiss. Every fiber of his being begged him to close the 3 inch distance and capture her lips, to make himself feel whole. When his name slipped past her lips in a whisper, that last thread of control in Dean snapped violently. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't hold back any longer.

Dean pulled Kristin's lips to his, his fingers threading deeper into her hair, holding the back of her head gently as he kissed her with need. Kristin whimpered, parting her lips and flicking her tongue out to meet his. Dean groaned and pulled her closer, pouring every emotion, every ounce of his being into that kiss. Kristin gripped the front of Dean's jacket, holding herself to him. The kisses got sloppier, hungrier as they continued to kiss. The wall of restraint that Dean had shown since the night they met had crumbled to the ground and nothing was going to stop him.

Kristin's POV

They climbed into the back of his Impala, lips barely leaving each others and hands roaming frantically. Kristin's entire body felt like it was on fire, sparks of electricity following each touch of Dean's hands and lips. Shutting the door to the car, Dean slid closer to Kristin and she shifted, straddling his lap. Dean's hands ran urgently up her hips, to her ribs, then finally cupping both of her breasts firmly. They both moaned into the kiss, needing this so much more than they both had realized. For the first time in years, Kristin felt alive, felt loved and adored. Dean's strong hands all over her body awoke something that had been asleep inside her for what seemed like a lifetime.

Kristin could feel Dean's cock, hard and straining against his jeans. She shifted her hips slowly, grinding herself against his length. Dean shuddered a groan, gripping her hips roughly and grinding up into her. A soft moan escaped her lips and Dean kissed along her neck.

"Fuck, I need you," he breathed along her neck as he laid open-mouthed kisses.

"Take me," Kristin whispered back wantonly, reclaiming his mouth as she ground her hips down on him once more. Dean trailed his hands down the outside of her thighs and began to push the fabric of her dress up to her hips. With the obstruction gone, Dean moved his hand to the apex of her thighs, his thumb brushing over her clit through her lace underwear. "Oh," Kristin whimpered against his mouth, breathing heavily.

"God baby," Dean murmured against her lips before kissing her slowly. "You're so wet." Kristin slowly rolled her hips against Dean's hand, panting heavily. Kristin opened her eyes and looked into Dean's green ones. His pupils were so dilated with desire that she could barely seen the green in the dim light of the parking lot. Dean pushed Kristin's panties to the side and slid two long fingers along her slit, causing her to moan out loudly. He kissed her ravenously as he slid those fingers inside her, curving them at just the right angle to hit her sweet spot. Kristin whimpered as she ground her hips into his hand as he worked her, two fingers curling up inside her and his thumb continuing to draw circles on her clit.

"Dean," Kristin almost didn't recognize her own voice as she whined out his name. Dean was panting now, his own hips twitching every so often following the moans and sighs falling from Kristin's lips. Kristin's legs began to tremble, signaling to Dean that she was nearly undone.

"Come on, baby," he whispered encouragement, looking up at her beautiful face. Her walls began to clench around his fingers after he said that, and he slid a 3rd finger into Kristin. She exploded, the shock waves of her orgasm spiraling out from her core, a loud moan falling from her open mouth, he forehead resting against Dean's. He continued to work his fingers and thumb on her until he felt the clenching of her pussy slow. The moment he removed his fingers from her, she had her hands on his belt, undoing the only barrier between them. Dean helped her get his pants down around his ankles as Kristin lifted her hips, giving him space to slide them down. He reached up to her lace panties and ripped them off, throwing them to the side. Dean fumbled with his jacket for a moment, pulling out his wallet and the condom inside. Hastily, Dean rolled the condom on his cock and Kristin watched intently, taking him in. His cock was thick and long, but not abnormally so. He had a very, very slight upward curve towards his belly, which made her pussy clench in anticipation of the head of his cock bumping her sweet spot every time he would pull in and out.

Kristin shifted her position and Dean leaned down a little further in the seat, positioning his cock just below her entrance. Kristin braced her hands on his shoulders as she sank down onto his cock, slowly. "Ahh..." Dean hissed out as he bottomed out inside her and Kristin's pussy clenched around him. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hands tight on her hips. Kristin panted out a few quiet moans as she adjusted to his size. It had been so long since she'd been with someone, and he was deliciously splitting her in two. With Dean's help, Kristin began to raise and lower her hips in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck," Dean moaned, his voice deep and strained. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he bottomed out again. Hearing and seeing how she affected Dean caused Kristin's pussy to clamp down around Dean tighter and he moaned loudly, wrapping his arms tightly around her and kissing her passionately. Dean slid one of his hands between Kristin's legs and began to gently rub circles on her clit. Kristin began to tremble, hovering dangerously on the edge of another intense orgasm. Dean must have sensed this, because he cupped her breast with his other hand, roughly rubbing his thumb over he hardened nipple through the fabric and she came, white exploding behind her eyes and her pussy clenching Dean's cock in wave after wave as she rode out her orgasm. Dean couldn't hold it any longer and came, his hips stuttering beneath her as his seed pulsed out of him for what seemed like forever. After a moment, their hips slowed to a stop, both panting heavily, sweaty forehead against sweaty forehead.

Kristin opened her eyes and met Dean's reverent green ones. An expression of adoration, and what she hoped was love, was on his face as he leaned up and softly kissed her swollen lips.

"Wow," he breathed out, laughing lightly.

"You broke me," Kristin joked and Dean laughed deep from his out of breath chest.

"And I can't wait to do it again," he teased, hope blooming in Kristin's chest that this would not be the only time.