Dean was standing in Reagan's kitchen wearing only a pair of blue jeans. His hair was tousled and his hipbones were visible above the low-slung waistband of the pants. Hearing a clicking noise, he looked up from the bowl of cereal he was pouring.

"Reagan. What are you doing?" His mouth turned down in disapproval.

Click.

"Reagan." The sound of his voice made it obvious he was becoming annoyed.

"What? You don't like to have your picture taken?" She lowered her camera and moved to stand near him.

"Not particularly."

"Aw." Her lips poked out in a pout. "But you make such a pretty subject."

He winked at her and she snapped another photo real quick.

Dean's brief playfulness lost, he frowned again, "Reagan, stop please." His hands reached out and wrapped around her wrists, pulling them down gently to her waist.

Reagan looked at him with sad eyes. "Dean, please. I want to have pictures of you when you're gone."

The words took him back for a moment. Reality had not yet set in that he'd be leaving tomorrow. It was going to be hell to be without her, much harder than the last year had been. Keeping mementos of one another would help ease the separation. His heart swelled at the thought that she cared that much for him.

He gave her a small smile. "Okay. Only if you promise I can have some of you to take with me."

"Thank you." She smiled at him just before standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Reagan pestered him all morning with the camera. She snapped photos while he brushed his teeth, sitting on the bed putting on his boots and as he stood in her living room browsing her bookshelves. He tried to be a good sport. A few times, he made goofy faces at her, which made her giggle so hard the camera shook and she complained the photos probably wouldn't turn out.

When Reagan finally relented in favor of cleaning herself up, Dean decided to take his revenge. He heard the water shutting off in the bathroom and dashed in. Being as silent as possible, he stood poised with the camera in front of his face.

"Oh!" Reagan yelped in fear as she pulled the curtain back. "DEAN! You scared me half to death!"

Dean threw his head back and laughed even though she was glaring at him.

"Sorry. I couldn't resist." He gave her a dazzling smile and knew she wouldn't stay mad at him.

"You want Jeremy to see me naked?"

"Jeremy?" he asked perplexed. "Who is he? And no, I don't want him to see you naked." The last sentence was practically growled.

"Well, now unfortunately he's going to. He develops the photos at the pharmacy. Dean, this is a small town. I have to look at these people every day!"

Dean glowered as this registered in his head. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Obviously." But Reagan was smiling a little at him as she reached for her towel and began rubbing her skin dry.

He followed her into the bedroom to observe her as she got ready for the day. Dean stood in the doorway and leaned against the jamb watching Reagan slip into a pair of satin blue panties and a matching bra. When she began brushing a comb through her wet hair, he laid out on the bed with his hands beneath his head. He wanted to memorize the way she looked while she blow dried her hair. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head from side to side and a delicious red blush rose in her cheeks. The way the hair blew off her neck and the way her body curved in the sexy lingerie, made him sure that there wasn't a model on the planet sexier.

Once she was dressed in her dark jeans and green cotton shirt they strolled out to the living room discussing what they might do for the day.

"Well, I'd like to get some pictures with Sam before we develop the photos so we should pick him up for lunch." Reagan spoke as she inserted small gold earrings into the lobes of her ears.

"That's fine." Dean answered absentmindedly. He was already daydreaming about removing her clothing so he could see the blue satin underwear again.

"And then, while the photos are being developed we can go to see Raven Falls if you like."

"Raven Falls?" he prompted.

"It's a beautiful waterfall near here."

"I assume that's in the woods?"

Reagan gave a hearty laugh. "No, it's on the interstate. Of course, it's in the woods silly."

"Ha ha." Dean said sarcastically. "Usually when I'm in the woods, it's not fun."

Realizing he had been serious, she dropped her smirk and stepped up to him. "Oh, I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "That was insensitive of me. I promise this will be different."

"Okay. I'll go." There was no way Dean could deny her anything when she stood this close and he could smell her clean skin and count the freckles on her beautiful face.

She stepped back, smiling widely. "First, a few more pictures."

"More?" Dean whined.

She ignored his protest. "Certainly. It's time for some of us together. I'm going to set the timer on the camera."

The protests ceased however, when Reagan sat on his lap for the pictures. They posed on the couch in the sun-filled living room while the timer snapped a series of shots. She enclosed her arms around him as they smiled. One of Dean's hands wrapped around her back to rest on her hip, and the other rested on top of her thigh. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her while the camera clicked. Reagan giggled and turned to kiss him back.

After Reagan had set the timer for the third time, Dean asked, "How many are we going to take?"

"Just a few more." She glided back into his arms where he sat on the sofa, holding them open. The kisses they were jokingly displaying suddenly deepened and Dean's hands began to creep lower than her neck.

Reagan's lips broke apart from his. "Whoa boy. Remember, I have to look Jeremy in the eye."

Dean grumbled as he gently set her aside so he could stroll over to the camera and switch the power button off.

When he looked back at her, he wore a sultry smile. "Problem solved."

Reagan just grinned back at him wickedly, leaned into the sofa and spread her legs apart. Heat coursed through him at her boldness. The woman was insatiable and he loved it.

Dean laid himself over her and kissed her. His lips wrapped around hers, licking and pulling them into his mouth. Running his tongue over hers, she let out a sigh. It didn't take them long to discard their clothing.

Running his hand over her flat stomach, it came to rest on the triangle of hair between her thighs. He stared into her face as he covered it with his palm and rubbed her. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as she fought to hold them open. Dean felt her moisture building in his hand and his cock responded by twitching against her thigh. Placing her hands around his face, Reagan drew his lips back down to hers and kissed him while his fingers tantalized her.

Pleasing her had become an obsession. Dean wanted to see her writhe with pleasure because of him. He was addicted to it. Sliding over her skin, he kissed a trail down her body until he reached her golden curls. He licked and nibbled the inside of her thighs before opening her folds and running his tongue over her. Reagan gasped and her arms reached over her head to clasp the arm of the sofa.

Dean took his time loving her. When his lips were locked over her clit, gently sucking and he hummed slightly to send a vibration through her, she nearly screamed and her hips bucked against his face. Discovering this was a favorite sensation for her, he repeated the action. He didn't stop until she had fed him an orgasm, crying his name out loud as she did so.

He slithered his way back up her body, stopping to kiss along the curves of her breasts and rake his teeth across her nipples. When he was poised over her again, he propped himself on his elbows, leaning his body weight a little to the left. Reagan gazed at him with navy eyes that smoldered with need.

"The way you make me feel is incredible." She said as she stroked his cheek.

Dean's chest filled with joy. Showing her a sweet smile, he placed light kisses over her cheekbones while he held his naked body against hers: barely moving.

Reagan's hand wedged between their bodies and her fingers sought his erection. Wrapping her hand around his shaft she stroked him. She watched him as she moved her hand to cup his balls and then lightly drag her fingertips up the underside of him, slowly. Dean's eyes shut tightly and his jaw flexed from his clenching teeth. Unexpectedly he felt cool moisture on the tip of his dick. Snapping his eyes open, he looked down at Reagan as her hand guided him inside of her.

As he sank into her, he groaned. "You're so wet."

"Just for you." She stared at him with intensity.

Possessiveness flashed through Dean. "Yes, you're mine." he said as he began to move his hips. Reagan moaned as he claimed her. Her hands ran over his back and arms as he pumped with hard, steady strokes.

Dean sat back and clasped her legs around the calves. Bringing them up, he rested them together over his right shoulder and dropped his left leg over the edge of the couch to rest on the floor.

The shift in position brought his cock up against the front wall of her body and they both sighed in appreciation. Dean began again to rock within her. He held her legs with his hands as he delved into her. Reagan's hands moved to her breasts where she toyed with her nipples under Dean's lustful stare.

Turning his head, he kissed her leg, running his tongue down in a short stroke. Adjusting, he leaned down over her, pressing her knees towards her chest. Reagan's eyes flew open and her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp.

Slightly concerned he'd made her uncomfortable, he paused, "Am I hurting you?"

"No. Please don't stop." She tried to move her hips to encourage him. He didn't need much encouragement. His body was throbbing for her.

Pulling himself out to the very tip, he pushed and sank back into her again. He savored the feeling of her tightness around him as he pumped. Electric sensations began to fill the core of him.

"Come with me." He looked at her as he spoke.

She bit her lower lip and nodded as little whimpers sounded from deep in her throat. He drove himself as deep as he could until Reagan's body began to clench around his and she cried out. Dean's orgasm ripped through his body like an explosion. He shoved himself against her as he came, feeling like he couldn't be far enough inside her.

After a few seconds, he sat back so he could lay her legs down. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her up to sit astride him. She wiped his hair back from his sweaty brow as they held each other.

"I wish this could be my job." Dean said on a breathless whisper.

"So do I." Reagan giggled as she leaned forward to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and lingering and Dean reveled in the feeling of her tongue against his.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving." Dean answered. He knew that Reagan had already figured out, he could eat about ten times a day.

They took a few minutes to clean up before re-dressing then headed out to meet Sam. On the drive over, Dean held her hand in his. Reagan looked at and commented quietly, "I can't believe you're going to be gone tomorrow."

Dean didn't really know what to say to make it better. Every explanation just sounded like a bad excuse. "Me either."

"Will you call me?"

He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "All the time."

The assurance was poignant. Speaking on the telephone while being apart, was not the same as holding each other in your arms and whispering words of desire and devotion into the other's ear. The week had been almost magical for them both; unexpected and exhilarating. To end it would be torture.

Now, they sighed with resignation as they watched Sam stroll out of the motel room to join them. The trio decided to eat at the diner, which Dean had visited the morning he ran into Reagan. He felt a tad sentimental about the restaurant now as if it had had some hand in orchestrating their reunion.

"Hi Joe." Reagan greeted the employee warmly after they walked in.

Joe looked up from the laminated counter he was wiping down. "Good afternoon Reagan. Good to see you up and about. Sandra told us you were rather sick."

Dean had to bite his lip and look down at the ground to keep from laughing. Reagan's face flushed and she stumbled over her words as she responded, "Oh, yeah…feeling much better now. Thanks." She picked up a menu and pretended to study it intently.

When Joe wandered away to get their drinks, Sam asked, "What was all that about?"

Dean was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at Sam, "Dude, she just got SO busted."

Sam burst out laughing as he realized what Dean meant. Reagan lightly smacked his arm.

"It's not funny! I might have to look for new job!" She was frowning at them but they both just continued to laugh. Eventually the corners of her lips started to twitch and she ended up laughing too. She shook her head and sighed, "This is embarrassing."

Joe returned and they all placed their orders, having decided on breakfast food for lunch. As he turned away to help other customers, Dean gave Sam an imitation of Reagan calling in sick to work.

"Man, she sounded like she was dying!" He laughed around a gulp of soda.

Sam was smiling as he watched Dean. He seemed to take a lot of pleasure out of watching his brother's happiness.

Reagan lifted her eyebrows at Dean, "Well, two minutes after that, you were pretty glad I had called."

"Damn right I was." He reached over to squeeze her thigh and kiss her lips, which so rarely ended chastely.

"WOW! These are fantastic pancakes." Sam blurted.

Reagan giggled as Dean pulled back and rolled his eyes.

After they ate, Reagan asked Joe to take a few pictures of them. Sam and Dean stayed seated on their stools while Reagan posed in between them. She threw her arms around their necks and hugged them to her.

At the pharmacy, Jeremy was leaning on the counter flipping through a magazine. His long shaggy hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he wore a pink and blue tye-dye shirt.

Glancing up lazily, he drawled, "Oh hey Reagan. What's up?"

"I'll give ya three guesses." She looked at the development machine then looked back at him.

"Oh yeah." He slurred as if he just remembered where he was. Noticing Dean for the first time, he gave a small nod. "What's up?"

Dean just nodded back as Reagan handed Jeremy a roll of film.

"I want two sets of the entire roll please. We'll be back to pick them up before you close tonight."

"Yeah. Got it." Jeremy turned away.

They met Sam at the register and waited as he finished purchasing some snacks and drinks for later.

"So, off to Raven Falls?" Dean looked at Reagan as they all climbed into the Impala.

"Yep, I'll show you the way."

Dean was amazed at how easily Reagan hiked through the woods. She seemed just as much in her element here as she did cooking in her kitchen. Her face was delighted as she took in all the sights and sounds, pointing out all the wildlife she spotted. It was evident that the setting brought her a lot of joy.

Sam and Dean mostly watched their surroundings with a wary eye. Sam scrutinized rocks and trees. Dean was keenly aware of everything in his peripheral vision.

When they reached the end of the path, the trees opened up to reveal a beautiful creek running over smooth, rounded stones and at its' head was a large white waterfall.

Dean glanced at Reagan who was staring at it with a mixture of awe and enchantment.

She caught his eye. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes."

Large boulders surrounded the edges of the creek and made perfect seats as the brothers and Reagan relaxed. Dean's arms wrapped around Reagan as she leaned back against his chest. Sam stretched his long legs out and lay across multiple rocks.

Time passed as they talked. Reagan asked questions about their lives growing up and what their Dad was like. Dean was a little vague with his stories. He was not trying to hide the truth from Reagan; more that he didn't like to acknowledge the unpleasantness of it to himself. Sam picked up when Dean would trail off.

Before long, the sky began to darken and they headed back to the car. The drive back to town was quiet; everyone staring out opposite windows but Reagan's hand clasped Dean's in a firm grip.

When they arrived back at the pharmacy, Dean and Reagan stayed behind in the car for a moment after Sam stepped out.

Dean could tell she was trying to cover up her sadness as the end of their time together drew closer.

"Hey." When she looked at him, he reached over and ran his finger down her jaw line. "Let's have a nice night. Okay?"

The smile she gave him was weak but she nodded. "Let's get our pictures and head home."

Head home. Home to Reagan's house. What a nice thought, Dean mused.

When they walked into the pharmacy, Jeremy was leering at Reagan. "Hey, nice pictures." He winked. "Got any more you need developed?"

In less than a second Dean's fists held Jeremy's shirt as he pulled him halfway across the counter. Dean's face was cold as he threatened, "Excuse me, did you say something?"

"No man…I…was just kidding." Jeremy stammered and his eyes were wide with fear.

Reagan and Sam both stood staring at Dean in shock. Dean opened his palms and Jeremy dropped to countertop.

"These are free, right?" Dean pointed to the photos.

"Ye...Yeah man. On the house." Jeremy was smoothing down his t-shirt.

Dean gave him a nasty glare as he scooped the pictures up and turned Reagan away. She let him lead her to the door, too startled to say anything.

Sam muttered, "I don't even want to know what those are pictures of."

Once they reached the door, Reagan was back to normal and snatched the photos from Dean's hands. "Oooh…let me see, let me see." She began flipping through the top packet and grading them by 'good', 'bad', 'great' or 'headed for the trash can'. "Oh, I love this one!" She beamed as she held the picture up for Dean to see.

Reagan sat on his lap on the sofa and they were both smiling into the camera. They looked truly happy. Dean made a silent note to keep this one on the visor of the Impala.

"Hey Reagan."

The group looked up at the sound of a new voice.

"Hi Mike. How are you?" Reagan smiled at the man. He was short and hair stuck out in little tufts above his ears where his ball cap pushed it down.

"Dean, Sam this is Mike." She introduced. Looking back at Mike she explained, "Dean and Sam are friends from college."

"Oh yeah, Todd mentioned them."

"You've spoken to Todd?" Reagan was rather displeased.

"Yeah, saw him just about an hour ago. Him, Robin and a few others were heading out to Hinton Station."

Reagan and the brothers stood stock still.

"Hinton Station?" She asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, Robin was telling them about hearing the ghost story recently and they thought it'd be funny to go out there. I'm meeting Kerrie tonight so I skipped. Well, I'm late. I'll talk to you soon." He turned to Dean and Sam and nodded. "Nice meeting ya."

They nodded in return. When he had walked away Dean looked down at Reagan and her eyes were filled with alarm. "Dean, they've gone to Hinton Station!"

"I know. The fools." Dean gritted.

"We've got to go!" Reagan cried.

"Let me take you home. Sam and I will go out there." Dean put his hand on her arm but she shrugged it off.

"Hell no. Those are my friends! I'm going too."

"No way Reagan."

"Excuse me? Who made you the boss of me?"

Sam interrupted, "Reagan, it's not safe. Dean and I can handle this. I promise your friends will be fine."

"Do you even know where Hinton Station is?" Reagan challenged.

Dean bent his knees to level his face with hers. "We can find it. We do this all the time."

"And lose valuable time?" She simply glared at him.

She was not going to back down and they knew it. Frustrated, Dean snapped, "Fine! But you'll have to stay in the car."

Reagan gasped at his order. She opened her mouth to argue but changed her mind and instead, stomped to the car and got in.

Dean and Sam looked at each other before getting in.

"Looks like work found us." Dean said.

Author's Note: and now I've presented myself with a challenge. writing a little beyond smut. :( please don't hate me forever if i can't pull it off. i was SO distracted while writing this chapter I think it suffered because of it. Thanks, as always, for reading and reviewing.