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I wanna drink that shot of whiskey

I wanna smoke that cigarette

I wanna smell that sweet addiction, on my breath

I wanna ride across West Virginia, in the backseat of a Cadillac

You know some cowboys like me go out like that

I wanna get lost in some corner booth, Cantina Mexico

I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio

I wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin

Make love till the sun comes up, till the sun goes down again

Cause I need you

So I need you

Like a needle needs a vein

Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain

And I need you

Like a lighthouse on the coast

Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost

I need you

Tim McGraw (feat. Faith Hill) – I Need You


Aeron knocked on the door of Chuck's house, rolling her eyes at herself for the action as the door was hanging slightly on its hinges. She pushed the door open, cringing as it squeaked loudly.

"Hello?" she called into the deserted room, pushing through the door completely, attempting to close it behind her. "Is anyone here?" she said, peering through an open arch towards the kitchen as she reached behind herself, pulling out her gun. She took a tentative step into the room, turning quickly towards a movement on her right.

"Chuck?" she asked the bloody man tentatively, her gun trained on his head.

"Aeron! What are you doing here?" he asked, wiping his face with a dirty towel as she lowered her weapon. "You weren't supposed to be a part of any of this," he continued, moving towards the couch to sit down. She pushed through her shock that he had known who she was, remembering that he was a prophet. Still, it was a bit disturbing for someone to know what you are going to do before you even had the thought to do so.

"Yeah, well…Cas…" she trailed off, her heart racing. "Where are Cas and Dean? They got here right?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer. She prayed to whoever was listening that they were okay as she sat next to him on the couch.

"They came. Dean was sent away. Cas…" he gestured around the room, "exploded."

Aeron's gut clenched, her eyes looking around the room. She pulled her hand off the back of the coach and placed it in her lap, wiping a chunk of what she now assumed was Castiel off her hand.

"Oh God," she said, rubbing her hands vigorously against her jeans.

"Yeah…" he trailed off. "It's been a really, really bad day," he said with a sigh.

"And Dean?" she stood and began to pace. "You said he was sent away?"

Chuck nodded, his eyes watching the young woman wander around the living room.

"Castiel sent him to stop Sam. I don't know if he was successful."

"Is he okay?" Aeron asked quietly, unsure if she wanted to hear the answer. She wasn't sure what she would do if Dean hadn't made it.

"I don't know," Chuck replied as he stood. "I haven't seen anything else."

Aeron nodded her head slowly, trying to figure out what her next step would be.

"Umm…" she said, her voice cracking, "Can I…can I use your restroom?"

"Sure…uh…it's probably not all that clean…"

"Chuck," she said, cutting him off, "I have angel guts stuck to my hand," she smiled sadly. "I really don't care if your bathroom is clean or not."

She headed up the stairs in the direction he was pointing. "Besides, have you seen the rest of the place?" she smiled fully at him as she climbed the stairs.

She walked down the narrow hallway, her hand running along the wall as if to anchor herself and keep her mind on the present. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and flipped on the light. She looked into the mirror, her hands resting on the countertop. There were dark circles under her eyes and she wasn't completely sure when she had last slept a full night. She laughed, bitterly, wondering if she ever would again. The news reports on her way over hadn't been very hopeful and she honestly didn't believe that the boys had been successful in stopping the rise of Lucifer. She turned on the water, sucking in a deep breath when nothing but ice-cold liquid poured through the faucet. Oh well, she thought to herself, cupping water in her hands. She splashed the water on her face, hoping it would help clear her mind. She heard noise coming from downstairs and quickly turned off the water, pulling her gun back out and opening the door slowly. She walked back towards the stairs, her steps slow and deliberate, preparing herself for the worst.

"Do I have a molar in my hair?" she heard Chuck exclaim as she started her decent. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Dean's voice. She tucked the gun back into the waistband of her jeans as she ran down the remainder of the stairs, needing to confirm what her ears had heard with her own eyes. She came into the living room, just as Zachariah showed up in the kitchen. She moved slowly towards Dean, somehow wanting nothing more to be his protector, laughing internally at the thought.

She listened carefully to the two men's discussion, moving to stand beside Sam, her hand coming to rest on his forearm in a sign of silent support. She was glad to see the two of them back together, at least in the same room. Her eyes jumped to Dean's hand as Zachariah mentioned that he was bleeding, and she watched a drop of Dean's blood slowly drip from his clenched fist. It fell, as if in slow motion to the ground, her eyes watching its entire journey until it splattered against the floor, mixing with the grime and blood left by Castiel. She closed her eyes from the blinding light as Dean sent the angels away, her eyes opening to finally meet his.


Aeron stood near the door of the rundown hotel room they had rented, her eyes watching Dean's every move. It didn't register in her brain that Sam had closed the door behind himself, saying he was going to return the rental car and take a walk. She tried to memorize everything about him, her eyes roaming over his face, lingering on his lips before moving down his chest, his stomach, his legs. She had come so close to losing him for a second time that she was afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear.

She held her breath as he set down the gun he had been reassembling on a nearby table and began walking towards her. He stopped within inches of her body, he back pressed against the wall behind her. His eyes met hers, neither of them saying a word as they stared at one another, not really knowing where to start, or what to say. Aeron bit her lower lip, unable to remain quiet as his eyes roamed over her face before settling on her lips.

"Dean…" his name came out as a release of breath and she cringed as her ears registered the hint of desperation in her voice.

Her speaking seemed to be what he had been waiting for. His hand reached out, wrapping around the back of her neck, and he pulled her fully against his body. His lips brushed against hers lightly before he kissed her fully, pouring every emotion he was feeling into the kiss. His assault on her mouth was driving her insane and she wanted nothing more than to remove every scrap of clothing between them, quickly. She wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers, his rough hands gripping her hips. She wanted the feel of his tongue, teeth, and lips moving over her body, leaving a burning trail behind them. She moaned as he bit her lower lip, quickly soothing away any pain with a sweep of his tongue. She needed him, as much as she needed air to breath.

Dean pulled away slightly, his hands moving down her sides to the hem of her shirt. He slid a finger beneath the thin material, his fingertips lightly brushing against the skin of her stomach. He ran his finger along the waist of her jeans, pausing at the button. His eyes locked with hers as if he were asking for her permission to continue. Aeron leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, smiling slightly and running her hands down his chest to his jeans, slowly sliding down his zipper.

They moved slowly towards the bed as if in a dance, each moving in sync with one another. They only separated to remove clothing and even then their hands continued to wander, each trying to memorize the others body again, afraid that it would be the last time they had the chance to feel the other's skin against their own.

He kneeled on the bed, his chest pressed against her back as his lips moved down her neck to her shoulder. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his body, her arms reaching up behind herself to wrap around his neck. She involuntarily shuddered as his hands ran down her stomach, stopping at her hips and pressing to indicate that he wanted her to turn around.

She turned in his arms, her eyes opening to meet his, each hoping that what they were feeling could be conveyed to the other with nothing more than a look. She was addicted to him, she needed him, and she hoped that somewhere deep inside of him, he felt the same.


Dean lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around Aeron's body, holding her as close as he could, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She was really all he had now. She was the only person, besides Bobby, he could really trust. And honestly, even Bobby didn't know as much about him and what he had been through as Aeron did. He wasn't sure how to act around Sam, the betrayal still burned and it wasn't something he was sure he could ever get over. He turned his head to look down at Aeron as she lifted her head off his chest. He sighed and smiled down at her, his fingers playing with her hair.

"Hey," she said with a small smile, moving to rest on her left elbow. She reached up, trailing her fingers along his skin before pausing at the amulet he wore. "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't even know where to begin," he stated with a slight laugh. "I mean…" he ran his fingers along her spine. "I just can't believe everything that has happened."

"That's something," she said sitting up, wrapping the sheet around her body. "Especially with what we see every day."

"We don't see Lucifer rising every day."

"No," she chuckled, "You're right about that."

And then there's everything with Sam…" he trailed off as he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Dean…" she said, moving behind him, her arms wrapping around his torso. "You know he was just…"

"Don't!" he said cutting her off, turning to look into her eyes. "I don't need to hear his apologies from you too."

"You're just being stubborn Dean." Aeron said, standing and walking across the room to gather her clothes. "At some point…" she pulled her shirt over her head and looked at him. "At some point, you are going to have to face what happened and where the two of you stand. I don't understand why the two of you don't ever talk things out. Instead, you just simmer and stew in silence until your emotions get the best of you and one, or both, of you explodes." She pulled on her jeans and shoes, shaking her head. "It has happened before, and it will happen again."

"Thank you for the commentary. Next time I want your opinion about my relationship with my brother?" he pulled on his shirt roughly. "I'll ask for it!"

Aeron looked up at him, shocked that he was acting the way he was. To be honest, it hurt. He had never talked to her that way. She turned away from him and walked towards the table to grab her jacket.

"You know what?" she cleared her throat, her voice suddenly sounding thick with the emotions she was trying to push back. "I think I might go grab us some food. Bobby will be here in a bit and I'm sure he will be hungry. I know I am," she let out a weak laugh.

She glanced up at him as she moved towards the door, "So…I will…" she gestured towards the door. "I'll be right back."

"Aeron," Dean said stepping towards her. "Aeron, I'm sorry. I just…"

"Don't," Aeron said softly, "It's okay, I understand. Things are stressful and I know that I really shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't my place. And for that, I am sorry." She reached up and ran a hand down his cheek. "I just need to get away for a minute. I need to clear my head," she placed a light kiss on his lips. "And honestly, your stomach has been growling for a good thirty minutes. We need food. I'll be back in a bit."

Dean pulled her against his body and kissed her, his hands running through her hair.

"Hurry back," he said, his lips against the pulse of her neck. I need you he thought to himself, afraid to say it aloud.

"I will," she said quietly, her lips pressed against his ear.

She pulled away and gave him a small smile before walking out of the room, Dean staring at the door as she closed it behind herself.