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Bridget's POV

The next morning I pressed myself against the warm body I was next to and his arm tightened around my waist.

"I love you," I heard him whisper into my hair and I squinted up at him in surprise.

"You what?" I asked dumbly.

"Don't make me say it again," he said with a mock scowl. He meant it as a joke but I knew Dean wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve and that this was the first of only a handful of time I'd ever hear him say those three words.

I smiled and pressed my lips against his chest, "I love you too Dean. Don't ever leave me again."

He pulled away slightly, "Bri, you know I can't stay here."

"I know," I said with a sigh. "That's not what I meant. I meant that you had better come back every now and then."

"Every time I'm in the area," he promised.

"And I'll get the spare room set up for Sam, that way you guys can have some kind of home besides your car."

"Home," he sounded wistful. "We haven't had a home since Mom died."

"Well you do now," I said firmly. "Don't even think of arguing about it."

"Wasn't planning on it," he said.

There was a knock on the door and we heard Sam's voice, "Are you two planning on sleeping all day?"

"We were thinking about it," Dean replied.

"Well I've got breakfast and coffee whenever you decide to get out of bed."

I heard Dean's stomach growl at the mention of breakfast and laughed, "I guess we're getting up then."

"In a minute," He said before pulling my face down to meet his in a kiss that left me breathless. "Now we can get up."

I laughed as a put on my glasses and got out of bed. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and his shirt and turned to face him as I did the buttons up.

"That looks good on you," he said with a smirk.

I smiled back, "Good because I'm keeping it." I found by brush and quickly ran it through my hair before we left the room.

The three of us ate the bagels that Sam had brought and lingered over our coffee for a while before Dean announced that he and Sam were going to be warding my apartment for me. Sam had already made a list of things they needed and so I was sent to the store. I left the apartment with the keys to the Impala in my pocket, the trunk of my Corvette wouldn't fit everything we needed, and I grinned at the thought of finally getting behind the wheel of Dean's baby.

I hit the grocery store first and grabbed a cart before heading straight for the baking section where I took the majority of the salt off the shelf. The list did say lots of salt after all.

The cashier stared at me as I loaded the salt onto the belt, "What on earth do you need that much salt for?"

I smiled widely at her and hoped that she believed the stereotypes about Canadians, "Well winter is coming pretty quickly. I'm actually surprised that it's still this nice here. At home in Canada we'd already have all kind of snow. The salt is so I can melt the ice in the driveway. You can never be too careful eh?"

"It won't get that cold here honey," the older woman said kindly. "You won't need the salt."

"That's okay," I said. "I like my food really salty so if I don't need it for the ice I'll cook with it."

She shook her head in disbelief but proceeded to ring in the salt. I paid for it and once it was loaded into the trunk of the Impala I headed to Home Depot where I picked up a few pieces of thick clear plastic. I had no idea what they were going to use it for but it was on the list so I got it. Along with the plastic they wanted me to get a bunch of small hinges, a can of paint, any color, and a small paint brush. While I was there I also got two copies of my keys.

When I got back to my apartment the door was open and Sam was kneeling on the floor with a chisel.

"What are you doing to my floor?" I demanded as I peered at the groove he had cut into the doorway.

He looked up at me and smiled, "It's for the salt. We've got one done at every window and door in the apartment too. So the lines don't get disturbed we're going to cover them with the plastic."

Right," I said. "Well I'm going to need a little help bringing all that salt upstairs."

He pulled himself to his full height, "Let's go then." Together the two of us managed to bring everything upstairs in one trip and set it on the kitchen table.

"Did you buy all the salt in the store?" Dean asked as he joined us.

"My list said lots of salt in big capital letters," I said with a grin. "The cashier thought I was nuts. So is there anything I can do?"

Sam nodded, "You can pour the salt lines."

It was late afternoon by the time we finished everything and then we started unpacking my crap. The Devil's Trap painted just inside the front door was covered with a small floor matt and my large rug went over the one in the living room. When everything was done the place actually looked lived in. We had moved my computer into the living room and set up the spare bed in the other room for Sam.

"How long can you guys stay?" I asked as we ate supper.

"Until we find another case," Dean replied. He grinned at me, "But I'm in no hurry."