Part Nine: Realizations

The brothers continued to sip on their amber colored liquid as they waited for Reese and Cas to wake up from their latest mind boggling case. Cas was the first to wake, asking the boys if they were alright, looking Reese over a time or two before asking the full report from his brotherly friends. Sam explained the parts he could before Dean took over. Cas was shaken at the thought of Michael taking over Reese's body. He simply nodded and told the brothers to call if his help was needed. The boys agreed and in a blink of an eye, they heard a flutter of wings and their literal guardian angel was gone. A few moments after Castiel's departure, Reese began to stir. Sam was at her side in an instant. Dean, however, hung back and watched her ruse herself awake.

Reese's eyes felt heavy as she tried to open them. Her body felt like she had ran a thousand miles. Her muscles ached, and her head pounded like a bass drum. Her arms felt like a ton as she reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes. She groaned loudly before the lights forced her to open her eyes. When her crystal blues opened, the face she saw was not the one she expected to see. The youngest of the two brothers stared down at her with concern on his face. Sam's face came into focus as she leaned slightly forward to sit up.

"Hey Sammy." she whispered. Sam's face relaxed instantly. He had always had a problem when other people called him 'Sammy' other than his brother. He had grown to love Reese in his own way, so her calling him his brother's nickname, didn't faze him at all.

"Hey Reese. How you feeling?" He asked, helping her sit up completely.

"Like I've been hit with a truck and then backed over again." she rubbed her head once more before her memories flooded her mind. "Michael possessed me. I said yes." she said blankly. She looked at Sam, waiting for the angry response. But all she got was his sad puppy dog look of concern. "Anna was gonna kill you and Dean. I didn't know what else to do…" she started. Sam put up a hand to stop her.

"It's all right, Reese. We're fine." Reese nodded before she wiped her face again. Dean had set his cup down on the dresser and crossed his arms. Part of him was angry because she had said yes to the angel who wants to possess him, but the other part of him was scared. Not that he would openly admit that, but, he was scared. Once he saw Michael in Reese's body, set fire to Anna, put his mother to sleep and then speak to him using her voice, his heart felt like it was being gripped by death itself. A realization came over him. His body shook on it's own. His grip on his own arms tightened as he finally figured out what that realization was.

Michael was right.

They were destined to be together.

Because he had fallen for her.

He let out a shaky breath as he looked at her. He watched her look at his little brother with compassion and love. He watched her sweep a dark lock from her eyes. And he watched her smile. He took in a deep breath, not listening to their conversation. He reached over and downed the rest of his drink.

"Sam?" he asked quietly, crossing his arms again. His younger brother looked over to him. "Could you give us a minute?" Sam looked at his big brother, knowing exactly why he was asking him to leave. He happily nodded.

"I'll run and get us some food." he said, standing to his feet. Reese kicked off her boots and crossed her legs. Sam walked to his brother and patted his shoulder. "Text me when you're done." he whispered, just low enough so Reese didn't hear. Dean gave a short nod, his eyes not leaving the woman sitting in front of him. Her blue eyes meeting green, she knew they were going to have a long talk. Sam grabbed his jacket and the keys to the Impala and walked out the door. Once the door was shut, Reese jumped from the bed, ready to explain herself. But before she could get a word out, Dean reached out and took her face in his hands. Reese was about to throw a punch at his movements, but that thought escaped her mind as his lips crashed against hers. All thought left her mind before her arms wrapped around his neck. The power and love Dean was displaying through the kiss made her knees weak. She almost fell to the ground before Dean's hands caught her waist to hold her against himself. She could feel the love and emotions pouring from him as his hands roamed her lower body. Her fingers raked through his short dark hair. His hands slid down her backside and under her thighs as he hauled her into the air so she could wrap her legs around his waist. This was not the kind of conversation she was expecting, but she wasn't complaining. She felt his body move as he walked to one of the two beds in the room. He laid her down and covered her with his body, not breaking the kiss. Reese grabbed the opening of his button down and moved it over his shoulders and pulled it down his arms, leaving him in his black t-shirt. His arms moved on their own, moving as she undressed him. His hands found her flannel and moved it over her shoulders and down her arms, removing it completely. A flicker of humor in the back of his mind wondered why hunters wore button downs to begin with. He kissed her harder, ignoring the distracting thoughts. Her hands found skin as she moved under his shirt and started to peel it from him, as he did her. Her nimble fingers took his belt off in one swoop and began to undo his button fly jeans. He broke their lips apart and kissed up and down the column of her throat. She moaned his name as she continued unbuttoning his jeans.

"Why do we wear so many clothes!" she breathed out, a chuckle of air came from Dean as he popped the button and zipper of hers. Dean's hand slipped under her pants, catching the side of her underwear, and in one movement, both of them were moving down her long legs. Reese had finally gotten all six buttons open and began pushing his jeans and underwear down his legs before they stopped in a ruffled bundle. She groaned out loud, taking note that Dean still had his boots on. To silence her groaning, he smashed his lips to hers again as he toed off his boots, and wiggled to get his jeans completely off.

Both completely exposed, Reese decided to move things along, but Dean had other plans. He pinned her arm above her head to stop her from taking over. He looked into her eyes and let her wrist go. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his face. He leaned into her touch. Blue meeting green, he placed small, delicate kisses on her lips and cheeks. Reese knew now that he wanted to take it slow. After the events over the last couple of days, slowing down sounded like a great idea. Reese moved her lower body to align her center with his. Dean kissed her softly before entering her fully. Seethed to the hilt, Reese let out a pleasured gasp. He moved slowly within her, looking into her eyes the whole time. His name spilling from her lips, he knew he didn't just fall for her, he fell in love with her. His arm reached up and gripped the headboard above them as he moved faster and faster against her hips. Reese's hand slid up his arm and he released the headboard and took her hand in his. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as she used her free arm to roll them over. Her hips moved in a delicious rhythm as her name came from his lips. The two of them moved with such passion, Reese could feel it in the air. She loved Dean, she just didn't know how to tell him without him running away. She mentally shook her head. She didn't want to ruin the moment. Dean rolled them over again and put all of his love and devotion to the woman under him into his movements. Reese could feel her core begin to tighten with sweet agony as Dean thrusted once more and let out a ragged finished breath as he put his face in the crook of her neck.

"Wow." Dean breathed. He took a quick note of Reese's silence. He raised then cocked his head to the side and looked into her baby blues. "You all right?" He asked, moving the blankets over top of them. She nodded, moving her hand from the back of his head to her face. When she didn't say anything else, Dean knew that something was wrong. "Reese, what's going on?" She took in a deep breath before she gently pushed him off of her so he could lay beside her. His eyes never left hers before she began to speak.

"Dean, I said yes to Michael because I thought Anna was going to kill you and Sam." Dean nodded, knowing the reason why she had said yes. "I was being selfish. All this time I've spent with you and Sam…" she looked at the ceiling, begging it to reveal answers to her questions.

"Reese, you don't have to…"

"Let me finish." she said, placing her finger on his lips. "This past year, hunting with you and being with you, I'm afraid of what's come of it." Dean nodded again in understanding. "I'm afraid that once I tell you this, I'll be gone."

"Why would you be gone?" he asked, running his hands down her arm for comfort.

"I don't know how this whole Doom's Day battle is going to end, and I want to get everything out in the open before it's too late." Dean kept his eyes on hers. He could see her love and her soul through her crystal blues. She took a deep breath. "I…"

"I love you, too." Dean blurted. Reese closed her mouth after she realized what he had said.

"What?" She asked, turning her body towards him.

"I said, I love you, too." Reese remained quiet. "I don't say that often. Hell, I don't even know what it means. I love Sam, because he's my brother. I love Bobby, because he's always been there for me and Sam. But, what I feel for you is so different from that. You've always been there since the day we met you. You're smart, funny, hot." She rolled her eyes. "And you're not afraid."

"But I am afraid." she replied, wiping the unshed tears from her lids. "What if this big prize fight doesn't end well. I might lose you and Sam."

"You won't have to worry about that. We ain't sayin' yes to those sons a bitches." Reese smiled at his reply. She knew that he was telling the truth from the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice. The Apocalypse might not be a sure thing, but she knew that Dean was. She laughed at herself. Athena had warned her about the Winchester's years before she had met them. Her sister was rolling in her grave. Reese Nyles had fallen in love with Dean Winchester. And now there was no going back. She would do all she could to protect the boys until the day she died. But a shimmer of remorse came with that realization. The day she died might be soon. She shivered at the thought. She just had to keep Michael and Lucifer away from the boys and all would be fine. At least she hoped.

After their conversation, Reese and Dean moved from the bed to get dressed before Sam returned with their food. Reese smiled to herself as she laced her boots for the second time that day. At least she thought it was the same day. She finished tying her boots and sat up and glanced back at Dean, who was throwing his button down over his shoulders. She stood to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.

"So what happened while I was tucked away in angel land?" Reese asked. Dean blinked up at her, her question throwing him off guard.

"You want the whole thing or the cliff notes?" his voice low.

"A quick version is fine with me." she said, cocking her hip to a comfortable position. She heard Dean take in a shaky breath.

"Well, I'm destined to be an angel condom." He said as he placed his amulet necklace back around his neck. "Michael said that I'm going to say yes, whether I like it or not." He looked down at the night stand and plucked the silver band from beside the lamp. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he slipped it back on his finger. "Kind of freaked me out. I'm dead set on telling him to stick it where the sun shines. And, apparently, Sammy is going to say yes too. They're already planning the big show." Reese nodded at him. She watched him twist the ring on his finger. It was one of the ticks she picked up on when he was nervous or planning something. "And he said something about you too." she raised a brow. That, she was not expecting.

"What is that?"

"You and I are meant to be, I guess." Dean said, finally letting his arms drop to his sides. Reese remained silent for a moment.

"Meant to be." she echoed. "As in 'meant to be' meant to be? Like, white wedding and two kids and a house payment meant to be?"

"If you want to call it that." he said, "If you really want kids in this crap we call a life." he looked down at his boots. Noting the blood spots and scuffs from the many years of hunting monsters and the things that go bump in the night. It dawned on him that if he and Reese were really meant to be, then he couldn't give her the normal life she so craved. Probably why she threw in the whole house and kids thing, he thought. Reese laughed at him.

"Slow down there cowboy. Lets take a honeymoon first." she smiled as she turned her back on him. She knew that the hunting life was a bad omen for a family. Normalcy was a dead end street for hunters and she knew it.

"Yeah." he said quietly. He fished his phone from his jeans pocket and shot a quick text to Sam before Reese turned back around. Moments later, the door opened to reveal Sam with a cardboard cup holder full of drinks and a bag of food. Reese spotted the grease spots on the paper bag, knowing he went for fast food. Sam set the keys on the table, along with the food and drinks, and took note of the tension in the room. He glanced at his older brother, who nodded to him. Then he looked at the woman beside him, her skin glowing and her hair a slight muss. He let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you guys waited till I was gone." Reese smacked his arm as she walked over to retrieve her lunch.

"Shut up." she said with a smile. Sam chuckled as he threw Dean a burger.

"So are you guys Facebook Official?"

"Bite me." Dean replied as he unwrapped the burger and took a bite. He glanced at Reese, who had a small burn of a blush on her cheeks. "About time." he said under his breath.

Reese smacked him again.