Title: Time Will Tell

Author: RightSide

Disclaimer and Summary: See Chapter 1

A/N: Well, I'm admitting that Dean might seem a little OOC, but that's because I'm writing him the way I would picture him as a twenty year old as opposed to the twenty-six year old in Supernatural. Just a heads up in case someone is irked by the characterization. Other than that, there's no serious business to attend to. Thank you SOO much for the reviews. Enjoy the new chap.

Chapter 5-

"There are at least two more hiding out somewhere in the sewer system. I was able to track the one to an old feeding ground of theirs, but the others were long gone by the time I got there," Dean reported as he casually slung a loaded shotgun over his shoulder. Staring up at him from where she sat on the bed, Blair was convinced she had never seen any man look more attractive than he did at that moment. He had changed clothing since his adventure, but he hadn't had time to shower yet. Beneath the loose black shirt there were still some visible patches of grime.

"Are you listening to me?" she jumped. Had he been speaking? Still staring at a bit of dirt on his neck, she stood and slowly sauntered towards him. Narrowing his eyes, Dean knew what she was going to do. She had given him ample time to both realize the situation and assess it. The moment to push her away approached and passed without occurrence.

Blair stood on her tip toes and kissed his jaw line. Dean stayed perfectly still, body rigid as she continued to press her lips further down the curve of his neck. Right hand on his arm, she began to move it down until it rested on the hem of his shirt. Pulling away, she never broke eye contact as she slid the fabric higher and higher on his chest. Accommodating her, he rose his arms to make the process easier before placing them back at his sides.

Soaking in the image of him, she gazed hungrily at every inch of skin. As she trailed her fingers from his collar bone to the slope of his jeans and back she noticed that he had closed his eyes. She wanted to memorize him. If not because he was quite possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on, than because she knew how close she was to losing him. Today he had been gone all day hunting. Tomorrow he will leave again. And the next day, too, until he was sure she was safe. When he finally left after that, she knew he wouldn't be coming back.

Caressing his scars and faded bruises, Blair found herself gingerly kissing each one. Every time she touched him his breathing hitched, his fingers clenching just a little tighter. As she leaned down to what appeared to be an old knife wound, she felt Dean suddenly step back.

"What's wrong?" she asked timidly, praying he wasn't rejecting her.

"I can't, Blair." he was hesitant as he said the words, as if in disbelief that he would give them breath in the first place.

"Why not?"

"You barely know me. If we start this now, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

"But I don't want you to stop."

He shook his head roughly and paced, "You say that now, but I won't let you do something you're going to end up regretting-"

"Stop it!" she screamed, and Dean paused his motions to stare blankly at her, "Stop trying to save me, Dean. Just stop. Please." Blair took in a deep breath before finally rebuilding enough courage to kiss him fully on the lips. Once again he was unmoving, standing stock-still as her tongue played over his. But she wouldn't let him stay frozen. Pushing him backward until his knees hit the back of her computer chair, she waited for a moment before straddling him.

As predicted, her assault on his lips didn't remain unanswered for long. Giving in, Dean's fingers began to tangle in her hair, arm curling around her back to bring her as close to him as humanly possible. Blair gasped as the kisses progressed from lukewarm to a form of desperation she had never known. He was acting as if he needed her, all of her at once. Before she knew it, her own shirt had joined his on the ground and in a flash his fingers managed to unhook her bra. Wrapping her legs about him as he stood and carried her to the bed, she noticed a change. Now instead of enveloping her he drew his nose along the smooth line of her neck. Placing feather light kisses here and there, he spun lazy circles against her stomach with his hands.

"No one's ever done that to me before." he said, moving to lie beside her for a moment, his finger's movement on her neck making it difficult for her to concentrate.

Trying to laugh away the sudden seriousness, she flippantly answered with an, "I'm sure I'm not the only girl to come onto you." His forehead came to rest against hers, lips hovering before finally descending upon her in a deliberately unhurried, passionate kiss that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. With no pressure, Blair allowed herself to bask in the intensity of it all. To think she had believed herself to be so in love with Nate, so mesmerized by the touch of his lips and the softness of his skin. It was only because she had never experienced the perfect shape that Dean had to offer, the wonderful shudder that raced through her spine as his calloused hands pressed against her body.

A whining sigh escaped her as he let go. Lifting her chin, he seemed to be searching for something Blair wasn't sure she had the capacity to possess. Sifting through the fog that was her conscious mind, she felt like she was grasping at straws. Everything she wanted to say was so inappropriate. But even though she didn't want to do anything to lose the moment, she knew it had to be done.

"If we do this, I don't think I'll be able to let you go." If we do this there won't be any going back. If we do this and you leave me, I won't survive it. She had sex with Chuck for ridiculous reasons; because she was angry or feeling adventurous to name a few. With Nate it was a mixture of revenge and some shimmer of hope that she could force their relationship into what it could have been.

And now it was because she wanted nothing more than him. To be complete, to devote herself entirely to him. The idea made her both elated and incredibly frightened. If she offered him the world, her world, only to be thrown away afterward she had no clue how she would react. Blair was certain there was nothing that could cure that pain, which is why she needed to be certain. Waiting for his response, watching as a lifetime of choices and decisions flashed behind his crystal green eyes, Blair remained silent.

"That's not a choice I could ever make."

Frowning, Blair replied, "But I could." Dean's entire body tensed, surprise flooding his features.

"You would do that for someone you've only known for a couple of weeks?" he asked disbelievingly.

"No," she admitted, and noticed his eyes fall, "Not for someone. But for you? Yes, I would do it for you."

"But why?"

"Because you're sexy," she grinned, then whispered softly, "Because you amaze me." At some point their fingers had laced, and she brought his hand to her lips to place a chaste kiss there. He stared at her the entire time, his expression ranging from astonishment to apprehension.

Despite the situation and the gravity of the conversation, Blair found herself yawning.

"How about this," Dean began, sitting up a little more, "We don't have to decide now. It's been a long day. Let's just go to sleep. The big bad monsters won't be up and around to track until later on in the day, so we'll spend the morning together, just us." Blair smiled although her better judgment told her he was just beating around the bush. And her better judgment never lost the proverbial battle.

"So you're saying you're not sure if you want me." she clarified.

"No!" he practically growled in frustration, "I'm saying you'd be giving up a lot for someone you haven't spent that much time with."

"Who says I'd be giving up anything?" she smirked, "Say I go with you. You kill demons, I stay at the hotel helping with research. We fight, and I end up wanting to go home. I'll have a job at my mother's company waiting with a starting salary that would have me living very comfortably." She continued on with the hypothetical until she was practically laughing. She had to, because while the thought itself was very realistic she needed Dean to know it was only said to poke fun.

"So you would really want to come with me?"

"Yes, I really would," smiling, she reached down to pick her shirt up off the ground, "But sleep does sound good. As long as you stay here with me, that is."

"Your mother-"

"Is away in London for a few days interviewing male models for the European photo shoot. There's nothing to worry about," Dean gave her a very insinuating look, "I'll behave, I promise. These hands won't go anywhere you don't want them to. Scouts honor."

Laughing a little at the sight of Blair saluting him with lipstick smeared and hair looking as if she had just survived a major hurricane, Dean ventured into the bathroom to leave her some privacy to change while he, too, got ready for bed. Emerging after a few minutes in an AC/DC tee and blue plaid boxers, he smiled appreciatively at Blair's figure. The lacy white tank and bright yellow shorts contrasted nicely with her slightly tanned skin.

After exchanging random pleasantries the two motioned towards the bed. Blair rolled her eyes at the awkward tension hanging in the air. Why had things been so easy when the close were off? Obviously Dean was feeling it too, he was practically forcing himself to keep a half hearted grin. Refusing to let this get the better of them, Blair edged her way over to him and rested her head on his chest, loving the way heat radiated around her as she listened to his heartbeat. Relaxing, he put his arm around her and began softly stroking her chestnut locks. Closing her eyes, Blair could feel the transition coming over her as she drifted off into sleep. But as she stood on the brink of oblivion, she heard Dean begin to speak.

"Earlier, when I said a girl had never done that before, I didn't mean what you thought I meant." Confused, Blair yawned before attempting to comprehend what he had said.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I've never been," he paused, unable to find the words, "I've been with plenty of girls, but none of them ever… none of them ever looked at me the way you did. No one has ever touched me like that, or…" he trailed off. Blair understood. He wasn't used to showing his emotions, and there he was laying it all on the table. Smiling, she raised herself so that she was upright, fixing the pillows so her back was comfortable. Watching her, Dean threw her a questioning glance. Motioning for him to move beside her, he smirked a little and laid down.

And there they slept, Dean lying in Blair's arms, her hold on him somehow both protective and tender at the same time.

While the Queen is away, the children will play. S, N, and C have been doing some old fashioned bonding. Or is that plotting? Better step up, B, or you might have a full on mutiny on your hands. You know you love me. XOXO. Gossip Girl.

"I'm just saying, what if this wasn't all by accident?"

"Explain." Serena commanded, rubbing her temples tiredly. Chuck rolled his eyes and gave Nate an exasperated look.

"He's saying that this guy, Dean, randomly came out of no where. Who's to say he wasn't a part of the kidnapping in the first place? The first guy grabs her, tortures her, and the next guy acts like the knight in shining armor. The girl takes him back to her place, they get friendly, and he gets his pay off. The girl's too blinded by admiration to realize she's just been manipulated, and he's gone before she has the chance to track him down."

"It's been weeks, though. If that were the case, he would have left by now."

"Not if Blair hasn't been putting out," Nate interjected, "He might be sticking around a while longer just to get in her pants."

"I say we get him gone. For good." Chuck said seriously.

"Agreed."

"Wait!" Serena just couldn't make any sense of it, "What if this guy really is the genuine article? What if-"

"What if what? Honestly, what potential do they have, Serena? He's a twenty something year old guy with no job and no future. I mean, you can believe that he's the dashing hero all you want, but in the end it's not going to work out. He's going to leave, and she's going to be left in pieces. Is that really what you want for her?"

"And what do you want for her? Huh, Chuck?" Serena accused, "Why do you care so much all of the sudden? You didn't seem to mind when you broke her heart. Or you, Nate. You said you wanted nothing to do with her. Please tell me this isn't just some trick to get her away from this guy so that you two can have the satisfaction of knowing that she's alone."

"If you really believed that," Chuck leaned forward, the clinking noise of the ice in his glass piercing through her, "then you never would have called us in the first place. You were the first to voice your concern. Now are you with us or not?"

Blair was her best friend, the one who pulled her out of the mess she had gotten herself into with Georgiana. If it wasn't for her, Serena would still be boozing up with some low life scum, losing all of her dignity in the process. She owed it to her to stop this. Although she hated to agree with Chuck on any matter, she had to admit he was making too much sense to ignore. Even Nate was with him, a feat in itself.

"What do you propose we do?" she asked, finally surrendering.

"What we always do. Dig for as much as we can as fast as we can. Find a weakness. Everyone has a price." Chuck looked to his friend for any other ideas.

"Serena, why don't you go to Blair's," at her confused expression, Nate continued, "Find out what exactly their relationship is. Get some more information for us to work with. Maybe even see if you can talk some sense into her. Show her reason." Nodding, Serena gathered her things and left. Just as she entered the elevator, Nate caught her arm.

"You didn't betray her by calling us. You were being a good friend. What you're doing, it isn't wrong."

"Yes it is. But it's necessary." Staring at the ground, she didn't bother looking him in the eye as the doors closed.

A/N: Reviews anyone? You know you want to… :)