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"Just take it easy…first things first, how are you feeling?" Dean looked over Jennifer's face for any signs of pain or discomfort.

"I feel okay, groggy but okay…honest." Jennifer sat up on the couch and looked around before noticing Dean had a beard, which she is pretty sure she has never seen before in her life, causing her to think that maybe she is in the future again.

"How long was I out for?"

"Little more than 2 weeks, you scared the hell outta us."

"2 weeks?! Well that explains this…" Jennifer said while running her fingers over Dean's beard causing him to smirk at her slightly.

"Yeah…didn't have a whole lot of time to shave. Wanted to be right here when you woke up." Jennifer's heart swells at the admission and remembers promising to talk to him when she woke up, about everything.

"I kinda like it."

"Oh yeah?" Dean says with a cocky smirk that she has come to both love and hate at the same time and she can't help but laugh. "Well I do make anything look good."

"Forever the arrogant ass, aren't ya?" She smiles, letting him know she means it good naturedly and he can't help but feel relief. She isn't mad at him, she doesn't hate him like he thought she would.

"Ellen and Jo came by while you were out cold...they were worried about you."

"I'll call them tomorrow, let them know I'm awake...I just want to take today to adjust, ya know?"

"Yeah I get it..."

"I promised you we would talk when I woke up, and I do want to, but can we hold off…I'm starving." She says while laughing and he can't help but laugh himself. Who wouldn't be hungry after 2 weeks?

"Anything you want…anything." He stands up and holds his hand out to her, which she hesitantly takes before they walk hand in hand into the kitchen. When they reach the kitchen Sam and Bobby automatically look up and freeze before breaking out into large smiles.

"Thank God Jenn! We were so worried!" Sam says rushing over to her, picking her up and squeezing her tightly to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding just as tightly. She cannot help but laugh and feel happy that they really did miss her. As soon as she is on the ground Bobby spins her around and wraps her into another strong but much gentler than Sam's hug.

"Welcome back to the land of the livin sweetheart." Bobby pats her back before pulling away and Jennifer looks around to see all three men smiling back at her. It's easy not to feel like a monster when you have love and support around you. "You hungry?"

"Yeah…hey Bobby?" Jennifer asks while twisting her hands in her sleeves, something they all notice but don't comment on. They know it's one of her nervous ticks. Bobby raises an eyebrow telling her to continue. "Think maybe you could make me a grilled cheese?" All three men freeze up suddenly, knowing that she only asks Bobby for that in a last attempt at comfort. Bobby quickly recovers and nods his head with a smile, giving her a kiss on the head before walking over to the stove.

"Everything okay, Jenn?"

"Yeah Sammy…all good." She smiles at him but both Sam and Dean see that she is lying. Sam looks at Dean and they have a silent conversation with their eyes. Dean grabs her hand and motions his head towards the den. She wordlessly gets up and follows him, watching him shut the doors behind him.

"Okay…what's wrong?" Dean leans against the wall, arms crossed on his chest and looks at Jennifer trying to read her. Jennifer is looking down, causing her hair to block her face, hands twisting into her sleeves or alternating between picking at her nails. "Jennifer…look at me." She takes a deep breath before looking up at him and shrugging her shoulders with tears in her eyes which she rapidly tries to blink away. Dean wants to walk over to her and scoop her up into his arms, but instead he stays put, not knowing how it will be received by her. Dean waits in silence for her to start, knowing if he keeps her cornered she will eventually cave in and talk. Just like he predicts, when she can't take the silence anymore she speaks.

"Just some of the things I remembered…things I saw. I just need…"

"Need what?"

"I don't know, Dean…" her voice cracks and a tear falls out of one of her eyes before she can stop it and she looks away from him. He feels his chest get tight and takes a deep breath and clears his throat before speaking again.

"What's bothering you the most? Talk to me about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean looks thoroughly confused, not having any idea what she was talking about. Seeing the confusion on his face through her tears makes her shake her head and look away again. "About hell…" she says so quietly that Dean has to strain to hear her, but when he does he straightens his back out and gets wide eyed. He isn't sure what to say. He never wanted her to know about what all he went through, what all he did to those souls.

"What'd you see?"

"Everything…how you were tortured and put back together every day for it to start all over. How they used me against you." Jennifer looks at him and the tears won't stop coming. Remembering everything he went through, how sometimes they made him think she was the one torturing him, or making him think she had come to get him before being tortured herself, him being forced to watch. The fact that she was the reason he finally said he couldn't do it anymore, she was the reason he jumped off the rack and began torturing the other souls…some that the continued to make look like her. They things Alistair made him do to "her" was enough to give her nightmares for years to come. Dean knew what she saw by the look on her face and his own eyes teared up thinking this was definitely the end of his marriage.

"Dean…can I…can I just have a hug please? I really need…you to just hold me for a minute." Jennifer hated how vulnerable she sounded, how she sounded almost pathetic to her own ears, but Dean obviously didn't think anything of it. He threw open his arms and with a quiet "come 'ere" she found herself held tightly in his arms, his face buried into her hair, her face buried into his chest. Both of their bodies releasing tension they weren't even aware they were still holding on to. The only time they feel this kind of bliss is around the other. Dean kissed the top of her head and tightened his arms around her. He couldn't imagine why she would even want to be near him after seeing all of that, but he was grateful.

They were interrupted by Sam coming to tell them that lunch was ready. Bobby had made them all grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup.

"Still wanna talk later?" Jennifer nodded her head before reluctantly pulling away to go eat lunch.

"You two gonna be alright alone or are ya plannin on killin each other?" Bobby asked while looking between Dean and Jennifer. Sam also looked a little hesitant to leave them alone.

"We've been alone plenty of times before and we are both still breathin…" Jennifer said sarcastically before Dean added, "Worse case scenario, your house is blown up by time you get back." Both Dean and Jennifer smiled at the two other men, earning eye rolls.

"Idjits." Bobby said before walking out the door to the Impala.

"Good luck guys…" Sam said before giving them both hugs and walking out the door. They heard the Impala start up and waited until they heard it start down the road before they looked at one another, both unsure of where to start.

"Okay…so we are going to talk about anything and everything and by the end, we will either sign the papers or burn them. This is your chance to say everything you wanna say Dean. Deal?" Dean nods his head and sits down in Bobby's chair at the desk, rolling up the sleeves on his open plaid shirt. Jennifer pulls the papers out of the trash can and sets them on the desk, setting a pen and a lighter on top of them. "You start…" Dean clears his throat and thinks about where to start.

"The cheating…I'm done with it. I know I've said it before but I swear, never again. I don't even know why it really happened this time. I have no excuse and I'm not gonna insult you by trying to excuse it. It happened, I fucked up…again. There's no amount of sorry's I can give at this point." Jennifer nodded her head before sitting across from Dean in another chair on the other side of the desk.

"That's twice Dean. I let it go the first time cause we were young and stupid, we are 28 years old now Dean, and married. How do I know you won't do it again? My heart can't take anymore."

"I know and you won't have to. I know I don't deserve it but if you trust me again, I won't break it. I get it…the way you've looked at me since I got here…I don't wanna ever be the reason you look like that again." Dean took a deep breath, hoping somehow she could trust him again. "The hell thing…I never told anyone. I didn't want anyone to know what it was like, or the things I did to those souls…to you. I still wake up in the middle of the night seeing you screaming for me to stop…begging me to let you go. I still feel sick to my stomach thinking about you on that table." Dean's bottom lip started to quiver and a tear fell before he could stop it and he roughly wiped his hand down his face.

"It wasn't me Dean. I was never there."

"Doesn't change anything. I knew it wasn't you, but just the thought it could have been…and I wouldn't have stopped."

"Do you really think you could hurt me?"

"Haven't I already?" Jennifer shook her head and walked to the front of Bobby's desk on Dean's side, pulled open the middle drawer and pulled out Bobby's silver dagger and put it in Dean's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"You think you can hurt me? Do it." Jennifer stood right in front of him, making him eye level with her chest.

"No." Dean said while trying to put the knife down on the desk but Jennifer grabbed his hand and put the tip of the blade on her throat.

"Come on…you really think you can hurt me then do it. Show me I'm wrong." Jennifer leaned forward, putting both hands on the arms of the chair, caging Dean in. She looked him dead in the eyes, her gaze never wavering. Dean's hand shook before he gently moved the blade across her neck, down to her collarbone, barely applying any pressure, causing goosebumps to raise in the blades wake. He watched the blade move across her skin, always keeping a watchful eye. She had seen what he did to "her" in hell and yet she was showing her trust in him in this moment. He snapped his gaze back up to hers when the top of the blade reached the top of her cleavage.

"I don't want to." Dean put the blade back down on the desk, feeling the sudden urge to lean forward and take her right here and now, not understanding where the urge was coming from. Yeah sure, her trust in him in that moment was hot, but not enough to cause him to be side tracked like he was. Before he could act on the impulse she backed away from him and walked back to the other side of the desk. Little did he know that she was feeling the exact same way as him.

"I may not trust you with some things Dean but my life has never been one of them. I know you would rather die than have something happen to me, much less cause it yourself."

"Then why were you so afraid when you woke up?"

"I wasn't afraid Dean. I needed comfort as much as I think you did, you just won't admit it. Seeing your time there, day in and day out…it broke something in me. Seeing you go through all of that, giving up that we were ever going to get you out of there…I wasn't afraid, I was just unbearably sad." After several moments of silence Dean decided to break it, unsure of how to broach the subject.

"Do you remember saying yes to Michael?" Jennifer nodded her head slightly.

"Yeah I just don't remember all of it…it was kind of like being in a dream but watching it happen through someone else's eyes. I wasn't even sure if it was real or not."

"It was real…you've got some serious mojo."

"I know…he told me I could literally annihilate the planet if I didn't keep myself in check…" Jennifer said while looking out the window with a distant look on her face, almost as if she were talking about anyone else other than herself. Dean knew that look, he invented that look.

"You've got us to help you with it Jenn, you aren't alone. So stop the self-hate train and get off of it. He also said you were too good to do something like that." Jennifer looked to the ground at her shoes.

"Yeah now…but what if-"

"No what if's…you're good. End of story."

"Thought you hated witches…shouldn't you be throwing those papers at me by now begging me to sign?" Dean furrowed his brow in a mixture of anger and confusion. How could she not see that he wasn't going anywhere. They're meant to be, and that's it..end of story as far as he is concerned. He can't imagine not being with her for the rest of their however long they have left.

"I hate evil witches, the ones going around killing people. They're monsters."

"What if I kill someone, even if it's an accident?"

"You won't."

"But what-"

"I said you won't." Dean said with finality and she knew she shouldn't argue the point but she had to make him see that it was possible. She knows what she is capable of, Michael showed her.

"Let's say I did…let's say someone got too close to me, I got scared and set them on fire…would you be able to kill me?" Dean was silent for a long time. He was pissed that she wouldn't just drop it. He knew it was possible but he didn't believe she could do it, even by accident. She once hit a cat while driving and took the thing to the nearest vet's office and waited for the owner's to show up and explain everything in a big teary mess. Her heart really was too good to be having this conversation.

"No. Now no more talking about it."

"Killing someone or being a witch?" Dean glared at Jennifer, making sure she knew the joke wasn't appreciated. Jennifer took off her tunic top and rolled up her pant legs on her jeans. She was getting really hot and didn't know why. Her body had broke out in a fine sweat, making her skin look like it was glowing and it caught Dean's attention right away, causing him to have to readjust his pants discreetly. Jennifer put her hair up in a messy bun to get it off the back of her neck while watching Dean take off his plaid shirt, noticing the sweat starting to show on his t-shirt.

"Is it hot in here to you?"

"Yeah, sweating like a whore in church on confession day." Jennifer said while fanning herself with a folder that was on the desk. She started to feel the dull ache between her legs and rubbed them together to create some friction. She had no idea what was going on but she didn't like it. Dean had an erection that was becoming painful from the fabric of his boxers touching it, but he was trying not to show it, although he did notice Jennifer's nipples had become hard as pebbles, poking through her tank top and the subtle movements her legs were making, causing him to wonder if she was having the same problem as him.

"So what's it gonna be Winchester? Sign the papers or work this out?" Jennifer was wanting to move this conversation along and take a nice long cold shower.

"Told you I wasn't signing any papers, and I meant it. What about you?" Dean watched a sweat droplet roll down her neck and in between her breasts causing him to lick his lips and hold back a groan that wanted to erupt from the back of his throat.

"I'll give you one more chance Dean…one more, meaning 3 strikes and you're gone. Sound fair?"

"Absolutely. You've already given me enough chances, it's time for me to grow up and be the husband I signed on to be…the one you deserve." Jennifer held the papers and the lighter up to him, waiting for him to take it.

"Why don't you do the honors…use your witchy mojo." Dean said with a smirk, which Jennifer returned with one of her own before she watched the instant flame from her hand engulf the papers. She dropped them in the trash can and they both watched them burn.

"That was awesome." Dean said with a laugh and tried to stand up but quickly sat back down with a groan and Jennifer understood he was definitely in the same boat as herself.

"You guys fought any witches lately?"

"Aside from you? No. Why?" Jennifer returned his amused glance with an unamused one of her own.

"Because smartass…I think we're both struggling a little bit with the same problem." Dean quickly looked at her with wide eyes, mouth agape.

"CAS!" Jennifer shouted at the top of her lungs. They both waited, not seeing him anywhere. Dean tried praying for him too but he never showed.

"I'm going to regret this….Michael…please tell me you had nothing to do with this…" The sound of wings caused both Dean and Jennifer to look around, finding Michael looking like a young John Winchester.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that."

"What did you do to us?" Dean asked in a low and threatening tone.

"Helped. The prophecy states four children, you currently, have none." Michael smiled at them smugly before continuing. "Whenever Jennifer's body is ready to conceive, you'll both feel the uncontrollable urge to consummate. It will go away when her body is no longer primed, or if she becomes pregnant. But don't worry, it's just for the first one to get you started. I noticed Castiel was helping come up with ways for you both to avoid having children, but we need you to have them."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled, still not able to fully get out of the chair he was in. Michael just laughed.

"You can try and avoid it all you want, but the further you are from each other, the stronger the sensations become. You're welcome." With a flap of his wings he was gone again. Dean and Jennifer looked across the desk at each other, neither knowing what the hell to say, both from shock, anger, and the fact their bodies were basically telling them what to do to the other whether they wanted to or not.

"What the hell are we gonna do?" Jennifer asked in a half moan, realizing her skin was becoming sensitive to everything touching her and Dean's body automatically reacted to the way she sounded and looked.

"Hell…I've been ready babe…for all of it."

"Dean I'm being serious."

"So am I! I told you I wanted a couple of kids with you, I meant it. No I don't wanna be told when we can and can't but if we don't do something about this and soon I am going to explode and not in the way I want to." Before Jennifer could respond they heard the sound of the Impala pull back into the driveway causing Dean to groan in annoyance and anger and Jennifer to lean forward in her chair, laying her head on the desk. After a couple of minutes Sam and Bobby walked through the door, taking one look at the couple they knew something was off.

"What's going on guys?" Sam asked, putting his hand on Jennifer's shoulder causing her to arch her back slightly. As disturbed as she was by her reaction, she had no control over it.

"Apparently Michael put a little mating spell on us to get Jenn knocked up…Bobby, you might wanna clear outta here for the night cause I'm not sure we can hold off anymore."

"Oh God guys…" Sam made a disgusted face before turning to look at Bobby and seeing the shock written all over his face. "Guys seriously, we don't have time to find a way around it…just go." Dean said before pulling off his shirt which was drenched in sweat at this point and Jennifer couldn't help the moan of appreciation that spilled from her lips at the sight of her husband.

"Can't we just separate them?" Bobby asked Sam before Jennifer turned around and told them what Michael had told them.

"Guys please…I'm begging you…stop cock blocking!" Dean groaned while standing up and pushing himself against Jennifer's back, causing her skin to feel like it was on fire and her back to arch. She was completely embarrassed by her behavior but couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried.

"I'm sorry Bobby…Sam…we can't…" a groan left her lips feeling Dean's hands dig into her hips, his hardness pushed against her ass, "we can't stop it so please for the love of all that is holy, save yourselves the lifetime of therapy and go…" Sam and Bobby both booked it out of the house knowing they'd never find a solution in time at the rate their bodies were changing. As soon as they were out of sight Dean turned Jennifer around and picked her up, setting her on Bobby's desk after using his arm to wipe everything onto the floor, not caring about any of it at the moment and attached his lips to hers at a feverish pace. Just as he pulled off her tank top and unbuttoned her pants, they turned around at the last voice they ever wanted to hear.

"Chipmunk…helping Squirrel find his nuts?"