"No! Nooooooooooo!" A shrill squeak sounded through the room as Dean's fingers bunched around Reagan's waist in a torturous tickle. Her face was contorted in laughter as she grabbed a soft pillow and aimed it at Dean's head.

He gave her a devilish grin and scooped her up to straddle him as he lied back down against the pillows. Dean's hands held her waist and she grinned down at him. They lay in her bed covered in dark blue sheets, the comforter having been knocked onto the floor. A small bookshelf substituted a headboard. It was covered in books, knick-knacks and an alarm clock. Just above it there was a low row of windows, uncovered so they were able to see the sun rising over the mountains.

Reagan rested her fingertips against his belly as she sat astride him wearing only panties. Her hair was mussed from their night of lovemaking as it fell around her shoulders. Dean had slipped back on his boxers but he thought of removing them again very soon.

Eyes fixed above his head, Reagan stretched over him to grab something off her shelf. Her breasts swayed in front of Dean's face and he took a playful bite at them. She giggled and pulled back.

"I've got to make a call." She said as she held her phone in her hand.

Dean looked at her in puzzlement, wondering whom she would call at the crack of dawn.

She gave him a lecturing smirk, "It's Monday silly."

Dean still didn't know what that meant. He watched as Reagan cleared her throat and straightened her spine. She wiggled a bit as she did so and Dean gave an appreciative murmur.

She wagged her finger at him in admonishment and a pained look came over her face. Dean was immediately alert, looking at her in concern.

Speaking into the phone, Reagan croaked in a deathly sounding voice, "Sandra," cough, cough "I'm sorry but I'm not going to make it in today. I feel really badly." cough cough

Dean's expression transformed into surprise and then amusement as he realized she was calling-in sick to work. He was starting to shake with laughter and Reagan held her fingers to her lips to quiet him. Slapping a hand over his mouth, he made the bed wobble with his suppressed laughter.

"Yes, thank you. I'll call as soon as I'm feeling better." Reagan sounded as though an ambulance was needed at her house right away.

Snapping the phone shut she gave Dean a mischievous smile. Dean let his laugh burst free.

"Well, you bad, bad girl." His lips turned up in a sexy smirk.

Reagan twisted one shoulder forward and ducked her chin under it in a playful pose.

"What you don't know about me Dean Winchester could fill a book."

"I want to know it all." Dean admitted.

Reagan smiled and slipped off of him, moving to stretch out beside him. She intertwined her legs with his.

"Reagan, tell me. Why do you have a dog bed over in the corner?" Dean pointed to it as he spoke.

She giggled. "I'm determined to have a dog but my landlord won't allow it. But I've got all the stuff ready for when I do get to adopt." She glanced up at his face with a nervous look. "Do you like dogs?"

"I love dogs. Never had one of my own though." Dean admitted. It was just another childhood experience he had missed out on, he thought with a twinge of sadness.

"Oh that's too bad." Reagan commiserated.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Shoot."

"The other night in the laundry mat, you said you had thought about not coming to see me. Did you really think I would expect sex?" Dean watched her face for a response.

She looked at him with honesty. "Well, it had been a year since I had been just a one-night stand for you so I didn't know what you would think if I showed up at the laundry mat. And for the record, it wasn't that I didn't want to sleep with you. I wanted to very much." He raised his eyebrows but she continued, "The problem was I liked you. I had spent the last year thinking about a man I barely knew. Some people would say that's unhealthy. If it had all happened again and you just left once more….well, I don't know if I could have handled it." She lowered her eyes to his chest where her index finger was circling his nipple. "I don't know if I can handle it now."

Dean hooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. He stared straight into her eyes and spoke assertively, wanting her to understand and believe him.

"I will have to leave again Reagan, but I promise you, it's not going to be the same. I don't want it to be. I can't go a year without you."

Instead of responding, Reagan just lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply. Their lips joined and released over and over as the kiss intensified. Dean tugged on her shoulders and Reagan slid her body on top of his. Placing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she braced herself as she leaned over him. Her lips brushed against his as she slid her body softly up and down. Her right leg was sandwiched in between his and motion rubbed her pelvis against his thigh. Dean grew hard and his erection pressed against her stomach.

As the pace of their breath increased, Dean scrambled to remove their underwear. He lifted Reagan a fraction so that he was poised at her entrance. Pressing her back slowly, he made a small stroke, entering just the tip of himself. Then he pulled out and sank into her again, a little further this time. Then again, a little further. He loved teasing her this way because he could hear her breath catch with each push. Her lips lingered over his and he stared into her eyes. He made another plunge and buried himself completely inside her. Reagan's head tipped back and she moaned. Dean lips wrapped around her exposed throat.

Slipping in and out of her with small, deliberate strokes, Dean began to grunt with pleasure. When her head fell forward to lie beside his, he turned his head and took her ear between his lips. His tongue ran along the edge and his breath covered it. Reagan shivered on top of him.

"Baby, you feel like heaven." Dean whispered.

She raised her head to look into his eyes. "I love the way you feel inside me."

Reagan sat up suddenly and Dean moaned as the shift nestled him deeper inside of her. He admired her, looking like a goddess above him. The sunrise was sending golden streaks across her hair, which swirled around her. Her skin, from her collarbone to her thighs, was covered in whisker burns from his face. Dean felt like his heart would rupture, it was so filled with affection.

Reagan began to circle her hips and all thoughts were wiped from his mind. She rocked herself back and forth and Dean could only grit his teeth and try to hold on. He pinched and squeezed her thighs. Bracing her arms on his chest, she lost herself as she moved. He felt his dick knocking against her velvety walls.

She looked down at him with smoldering eyes. "Do you like the way you feel inside me Dean?"

"Yes baby. I love it when you ride me."

Reagan moaned and brought her hands to her breasts. She cupped them and clasped her nipples between her fingers.

"That's right." Dean growled. "Let me see you touch yourself." He placed his thumb against her clit as she began to bounce up and down.

"Oh, yes! Touch me Dean. Make me come."

Dean hissed through his teeth and he felt his balls tighten. His thumb pressed gently as he moved it in circular motions.

"Come Reagan. I want you to come on me." His voice was hoarse from lust.

She moaned again and continued to rise and fall on him. Her breath started coming faster and he knew she was close. Dean growled and he sat up quick as lightening, cradling Reagan in his lap.

Dean commanded, "NOW REAGAN! Fuck me! Come on me! NOW!"

"Dean, Dean…I'm coming!" A scream ripped from her throat as her torso jerked above him. The soft walls of her body spasmed around his dick, clasping then releasing him, setting every one of his nerve endings on fire.

Dean let out a fierce yell. He sank his face into her breasts as he lifted her by the hips and pounded into her fast and furious. Suddenly Reagan yanked his head back by his hair and he stared up into her face.

"I want to watch you as you come inside me."

"Holy fuck." He whispered. His teeth clenched and his face contorted into a scowl as he slammed into Reagan. She gripped his hair and quickly bit his lip. Moaning, she stared into his eyes as he felt himself begin to slip over the cliff of ecstasy.

"I'm gonna fill you Reagan." He could barely choke the words out of his throat.

"Yes Dean. I want you."

"Arrrrrr…Fuck!" Dean's growl broke into a whimper, overcome by the pleasure rushing through him. Reagan held his head in a sweet embrace as broken dry sobs racked him. She placed kisses in his hair as he breathed into her breasts.

After a few moments, he leaned back and looked at her.

"Baby, you blow my mind." His face was filled with awe. She was so free and open in how she shared her body. Bold and sassy, she took what she wanted and didn't feel self-conscious.

"You're pretty amazing yourself."

He gave her a lopsided grin. His hair was sticking up in every direction and he almost looked like a little boy.

"You know I've never been like this with anyone before."

"A nymphomaniac?" Dean teased.

She playfully slapped his arm but then wrapped hers around him.

"No, I mean so incautious. We've never discussed health issues or protection you know." A serious looked crossed her face.

Dean sobered and nodded. "Yeah, I know. I don't know why that happens with you. I never have sex without a condom. But with you, it's like I lose all sense of reason."

"Well, I take birth control pills if that helps ease your mind at all." She watched his face.

He kept his features impassive. "It's good to know."

"And what about being tested?"

"I have been tested but I'll be honest, it's been a while. I should go again soon." Dean looked grim as he mentioned it.

"Well, I was tested just over a year ago, right before I met you actually. And there's been no need for it sense."

His heart stuttered to a stop. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't been with anyone since you."

Dean was absolutely still. His heart was definitely rupturing, he thought. Elation flowed through him at the realization that Reagan hadn't shared herself with another man. Then immediately he was smacked with a wave of guilt as he remembered that he had slept with other women.

Reagan must've seen the guilt on his face because she whispered softly, "It's okay if you have been. I didn't expect anything."

His face softened as he gazed at her. "How can you be so wonderful?"

She placed her palm against his cheek and murmured before lowering her lips to his: "You bring it out in me."

They took another shower. Dean and Reagan both laughed at their struggle to step out as soon as their bodies were clean this time. Drying each other off was only leading to more sexual advances so they stopped and dried themselves and then dressed. They stumbled all the way down the hall into the kitchen because Dean was latched onto the back of Reagan, his arms wrapped around her and raining kisses along her exposed neck. She laughed and swatted his arms but didn't really put up much of a struggle.

Reagan squeezed oranges for juice while Dean scrambled eggs and they ate them on the porch so they could enjoy the cool breeze and stare at the mountains. Dean observed Reagan as they sat there. She was so beautiful. The wind was lifting her hair and she tossed her head to the side to keep it out of her face. There was a glow about her; a radiance that came from a well gratified woman.

His heart swelled when he looked at her and he knew leaving her would rip it apart. Dean chewed his lip as he tried to sort out his feelings, which were so new to him. No woman had meant this much to him before. What did it mean for him? When he thought of Reagan a multitude of emotions swept through him; lust, affection, possessiveness, care, concern, etc… And speaking of concern, knowing what he knew about the world, he was going to worry about her every day when he left. He'd have to think about how to handle that. He didn't think he could leave her unprotected.

Reagan's voice broke into his thoughts, "I think I'm going to need to sleep for a little bit."

He nodded.

"Aren't you tired? We've been awake all night."

"Not really. I don't sleep much. I'm often awake all night." Dean answered honestly.

He helped her bring the dishes into the kitchen. They stopped into the bathroom on their way back down the hall. She gave him a new toothbrush from her stockpile.

"Good Lord woman. How many toothbrushes do you have?" Dean asked when he spied at least twenty brand new brushes in wrappers.

"Shut up. It's a thing." Her lips poked out in an exaggerated pout.

Dean made a quick call to Sam to check in before they climbed into bed. They wrapped their arms around one another as soon as they hit the sheets.

Reagan closed her eyes as she rested her head against Dean's chest. Dean made a spur of the moment decision.

"Reagan?"

"Hmmm?"

"I need to tell you something."

"I rock your socks off, I know." She giggled.

"Well, yes. But this is something else. This is serious."

Reagan lifted her head. Concern wrinkled her brow. "What is it?"

Dean sighed and shifted himself to sit up. Reagan did as well, sitting on her hip facing him.

He took a deep breath and licked his lips. Staring at the sheets, he hesitated.

"Whatever it is Dean, you can tell me."

He looked into her eyes and experienced something new. He wanted to tell her. Keeping secrets from Reagan would never work. He sent up a silent prayer, to he didn't know whom, that she wouldn't hate him afterwards.

Taking another deep breath, he plowed ahead.

"It's about what I do for a living. My brother and I aren't on a road trip. It's how we live. From motel room to motel room. "

Reagan looked confused but didn't say anything.

"Reagan, I'm a hunter." When she looked betrayed, he rushed to add "Not a hunter of animals! A hunter of evil. I hunt evil things."

Her eyes were wide and she was frozen in place. Still she didn't speak.

Dean let out a nervous cough and kept going. "When I was four and Sam was just a baby, our Mom was killed. My Dad found her Reagan, he found her on the ceiling of the nursery, bleeding and on fire."

Reagan released a breath and blinked.

"My Dad knew it was something supernatural and he couldn't turn away from that knowledge. He raised us on the road; hunting." He glanced down at the wrinkle of sheet he was twisting in his fingers before continuing, "Ghosts. Demons. Evil Legends. They're real and Sammy and I kill them."

Dean just looked at Reagan when he finished. A myriad of emotions crossed her face for several minutes. Dean became more nervous as each one passed.

"Reagan, please say something." He pleaded nervously.

"I believe you."

Dean's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What?"

"I believe you."

He stuttered. "I…I…I'm not sure what to say. No one ever believes us." He blinked as he gazed at the sheets. When he raised his eyes to her again he asked, "Why?"

"Ghosts. I've seen one." She looked straight into his eyes. She didn't waver.

"What happened? Were you hurt?" Dean's voice was flooded with anxiety.

Reagan shook her head, "It wasn't like that. It was my sister."

Dean gaped at her.

"After she died, I saw her several times around our old home. I didn't get any bad feelings from her. It did scare me at first but it was my sister and I loved her. I knew she wasn't there to harm me. I felt at peace with her."

Dean listened quietly as she spoke. Her face was dreamy; her mind in another time and place.

"Anyhow, I figured if there were good spirits, there must be bad. Things just started to make sense. Stories, ya know? It's what made me interested in history." She faced Dean. "I've never told anyone that. Not even my parents."

Dean didn't know what he'd done to deserve her. How could someone care so much for him that they'd give him a part of themselves? Reagan shared her most intimate secrets with him and he was touched beyond words.

"I rarely see anything good." Dean whispered. Pain was visible in his eyes.

Reagan frowned and leaned over to stroke his cheek. "That's a shame. You don't deserve it."

Dean's throat felt tight. A sharp, burning sensation coated it and he swallowed hard, fighting tears.

"Lay down with me." Dean held his arms open to her and Reagan slipped into them.

Together they laid still, the only movement coming from Dean's fingertips as they stroked back and forth on Reagan's forearm, which was resting on his chest. After several minutes, he heard her breathing even out and he knew she'd fallen asleep. After a few more minutes, he joined her.

Author's Note: wow, this chapter just flowed out of me. I hope it worked for you! Please let me know. PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED AND WHAT YOU THINK NEEDS IMPROVEMENT :)