Kristin's POV

Dean groaned into her shoulder from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly to his as he came, shuddering. He softly kissed her shoulder, his taking heaving breaths. Kristin slid her hands from the grip she had on the bed sheets to his, intertwining their fingers. Dean took the opportunity to pull Kristin tighter to his chest, remaining buried inside her from behind. She glanced over to the window across the room, seeing the sun beginning to peek through her curtains at the crack.

"Aren't you tired yet?" Kristin joked with Dean.

"I will never get tired of you," he said, running his nose along Kristin's neck before placing a kiss just below her ear. Kristin smiled, her heart nearly bursting with emotion. She had sworn that things were ending last night with Dean. Everything in his body language, his tone, all signs pointed to it. But something changed, in an instant. Dean placed another kiss on her bare shoulder before pulling back and heading towards the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Kristin watched him walk away, admiring his body. How on earth did I get this lucky? She asked. Her life had been typical, right up to her marriage and the birth of her son. But ever since tragedy struck, nothing had been "good". Her luck for any sort of happiness had run out, or at least she thought. I mean, she even she got lucky with her ex-husband's trial, as he ended up in a mental institution, claiming that he didn't try to kill her, but rather a ghost did. She was honestly shocked that he was that stupid, but it made her life easy.

Dean made his way back towards the bed and his gaze fell onto the box of condoms they had purchased on their way back from the park last night. He held up the 12 pack, only a few falling out.

"Did we really have that much sex?" He laughed, that knowing smirk on his face.

"Yes, we did," she answered as Dean climbed back into bed, laying on his back and pulling Kristin into his side. "After not having sex for more than a year, I doubt I can walk." Dean chuckled at her comment, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.

"Glad to be of service," he murmured against her forehead. They lay there, silent and exhausted. Months and months of pent up sexual tension and need had been unleashed in the span of 9 hours. And Dean hadn't wasted any time making up for lost time. After a few minutes, she felt Dean's breath deepen. Glancing up, his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly parted. Staring at his handsome, peaceful face Kristin knew that she was falling deep in love with the man, and that terrified her. He didn't have a physical home, he traveled constantly, and his job was insanely dangerous. He never told her specifics, but she could tell when he had come close to death on his cases. Those were the nights when he would call her late to talk, their conversations more serious than others. It seemed like those night had been happening more and more often as the months went on.

She knew he was fighting something extremely dangerous at the time because he refused to talk to her about it. He had said that it would terrify her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her day to day life stressful. She gently ran her hand down his chest, resting her palm over his heart where the tattoo was. Closing her eyes, she dreaded what she knew was coming when they woke up. Dean would be leaving.

Dean's POV

Dean stood in Kristin's kitchen doorway, fresh from the shower. They had woken up about 30 minutes earlier and Kristin left to go make breakfast while Dean took a shower. The events of the previous night had replayed in his head over and over again in the shower. Never in his life had he ever felt such desire, such a need for someone. Not even Lisa, and he cared for her more than anyone else. But, that was before Kristin. Dean had wondered during his time with Lisa if he truly was in love with her, or if he just loved her like family. Now he knew, he wasn't in love with her. There's no way that had been the case given how he felt right now, watching his girl making bacon and eggs for them. She had loosely braided her hair and it rested over her right shoulder. He remembered how beautiful she had looked when he had laid her down on the bed last night. Hair fanned out on the pillows, her large, swelling breasts with rosy tips practically begging for his touch, the curve of her waist, down to her full hips. Dean had been with his fair share of women. Well, he'd probably been with multiple men's fair share of women at this point. But that view last night had been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Kristin turned around to plat the scrambled eggs and arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?" She asked, humor coloring her tone.

Dean gave Kristin a small smile. "Just committing the last 15 hours to memory." Her eyes softened at that comment. She dished up the bacon and put a plate for each of them on the breakfast bar. Dean immediately took a seat and started on his food, feeling at peace for at least the moment.

Dean pulled Kristin closer, hugging her tightly to his chest before giving her one last slow, languid kiss before pulling back, cupping her cheek. "I will call you when we get to our next case," Dean promised and Kristin simply nodded. He hated not being able to tell her when she'd see him again, or if she would ever see him again. He could tell she was thinking the same thing.

"Dean," she said with a sigh. "Be careful." Her bright blue eyes met his. He could see the worry in her eyes. Dean didn't want to lie to her and say he would, because that wasn't something he could promise. He simply kissed her forehead in response, holding her there for a few seconds before releasing her and walking around to the driver's side of the Impala. Kristin crossed her arms, watching him leave.

Once Dean had made it back to the motel where he and Sam were staying, he parked and got out, walking into the room. Sam was sitting at the table with a knowing smile on his face.

"Finally!" Sam called out with a laugh.

"Shut up Sammy," Dean retorted, trying not to smile. As much as he hated his brother's pestering about Kristin, if he hadn't pestered him last night would not have happened. Sam had essentially told Dean to shit or get off the pot. While Dean had been determined to get off the pot, he ended up changing his mind.

"So, did she reject your ass?" Sam joked and Dean throw a pillow at him while Sam laughed. "So..." Sam asked, his tone more serious. "What did you decide?"

Dean looked over at Sam, trying to figure out what to say. "Well... I mean, we um, didn't really define anything. Things just sort of happened."

"You were so set on ending it."

"Yeah, that was before I saw the look in her eyes,"Dean said thoughtfully, packing his bag. "I just..." Dean paused in his packing. "For once, Sammy, just once I wanted something that made me happy."

"Yeah man, I get it. I feel like that all the time." Sam scrutinized Dean's face. "Did you tell her what we're up against?"

"Hell no, Sammy. Why would I want to scare the life out of her?" Dean gave him an incredulous look.

"So that she understands that at any time she won't ever see you again."

"She knows," Dean replied grimly. "I've never sugar coated how dangerous our lives are, I just simply leave out the specifics."

"I mean, Dean... we nearly die, a lot."

"Yeah, I know Sammy, I'm there." A silence fell between the brothers as Sammy began to pack up his things as well before they headed out of Indiana.

"Did you at least tell her?"

Dean turned to Sam, confused. "Tell her what?"

"How you really feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's you're in love with her."

"Sammy," Dean sighed, feeling more and more annoyed with the line of questioning.

"What Dean? You do realize that's what this is right? Love?" Sam stared at Dean, waiting for a response. Dean thought hard on what Sammy said. Why did the thought that Sammy was right terrify him? Part of him didn't want to be in love with Kristin for the simple fact that everyone he loves leaves him somehow. And after last night, he didn't think he could handle losing her. He'd lost so many recently. Cass was insane and currently in a coma, Bobby was dead, Jo, Ellen, just literally everyone left him somehow. And he felt responsible for every single person.

I can't love her. Dean gave a little shake of his head, dismissing the idea. He couldn't allow himself to even entertain the idea. If he were to ever admit it, then something bad would happen, as it always does. He tried that before, with Lisa. Being attached to another person like that only put them in danger, and he refused to do that to Kristin. He didn't define things when he left because of this reason. Yes, he had given in to his feelings, to desire for her, but he would be damned if he were going to put her life at risk like he had Lisa ans Ben's. He would never let someone else in because of that risk.