There had never been this much silence between them as they drove to Reagan's house. Dean followed her inside without a word.

He was always on edge after a hunt; his muscles had a hard time relaxing. Dean's stomach swirled as adrenaline continued to pump through his system. Without stopping after he crossed the threshold, his legs carried him directly into the kitchen and he began rapidly splashing water on his face. Dried blood turned the water red as it circled in the sink.

Bracing himself against the counter, Dean took deep breaths to ease his trembling. His life had been in danger. Even after all these years, his body still reacted to the risk. Knowing that Reagan had also been in danger intensified the feelings. Squeezing his eyes tight, he fought to clear his mind as he ran a dry cloth over his face.

Pushing himself away from the cabinets he looked at Reagan who had followed him into the kitchen. Her hands were shaking as she fidgeted in front of him. Breathing heavily, her breasts rose and fell under her dirty t-shirt as she stared at him with wide eyes.

Electricity shot through the room; hot and searing. Simultaneously stepping towards one another, they came together in a crash.

Dean's lips crushed down on hers as he cupped her bottom. Frantically, he lifted her up and Reagan enclosed her legs around his waist as she bit his lips and sank her fingers into his hair. Stumbling forward, Dean moved through the dining room until Reagan's back hit against the wall with a loud thump.

Pinning her with his body, he brought his hands to the edge of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Reagan moaned when the cool air touched her skin and she rotated her hips against Dean's. His lips found her throat and he licked and bit her while his hands squeezed her breasts.

Reagan pulled his shirt over his head with record speed and Dean lifted her arms above her head and pressed her against the wall. An animalistic hunger raced through them both: a hunger controlled by a need to feel alive. Dean's fingers pinched into her skin as he held her trapped. He forcefully grinded his erection up against her; the aching pressure of it becoming too much to bear. Reagan let herself be controlled. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back for his lips and she pushed her lower body against him.

Rapidly, he released her arms to reach for the clasp of her jeans. While gripping Dean's shoulders, Reagan managed to balance herself as Dean wrenched her pants and panties away from her body. Raw heat ripped through him as he felt her moisture against his stomach. Moving his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss, he nimbly unfastened his own jeans and released his cock.

Without hesitating, he shoved inside of her. Dean and Reagan both groaned. Her fingers moved over the muscles of his back as his body drove into her with power. He devoured her with his tongue as he pulled himself out of her and then pushed back in. Burying his face into her neck, his breath washed over her skin and he squeezed his eyes tight from pleasure as he heard her moaning into his ear.

Reagan clung to him as he violently plunged into her. Her body banged into the wall and the pictures rattled in protest. Sweat was beginning to trickle down their bodies as they pushed against one another.

"Dean…" Reagan whimpered.

Without withdrawing himself from her body, he spun them around and walked the few steps to the dining table. Their eyes locked as his arm swept out and wiped all the tabletop items off; sending them crashing to the floor, a glass vase busting over the ceramic tile.

Dean laid Reagan down on the table top and dropped his lips to her breast as he began again to thrust himself into her. Reagan held his head as his teeth teased her nipple. Moaning his name, she roughly tugged on his hair. As always, it sent a fresh wave of lust through him and he sat back so he could drive into her harder.

Dean's hands held the back of Reagan's thighs in the air and he watched himself dip inside of her and then reappear as he pulled out. Her fingertips held the edge of the table and she began to writhe beneath him. Her eyes closed and she turned her face to the side. Knowing she was close to coming, Dean dipped his head down and nipped at the inside of her thigh before pressing his thumb against her clit.

Reagan's back arched and her breasts lifted into the air as her face contorted with pleasure. Dean watched her as he drove into her. She screamed his name as she climaxed hard. He hissed as the now-familiar pleasure of her body tensing and releasing in spasms overwhelmed him.

Hearing Reagan scream his name pushed him over the edge. Dean threw her legs over his shoulders and his fingers seized her legs as he ferociously slammed into her harder than he ever had before. Primal urgency made him forget everything but his need to be deep within her; to fill her with himself.

Dean roared as he flooded her with his come. His mouth dropped open as his breath left his body in short bursts of air. Racked with convulsions, his body jerked against hers.

It took ten minutes to calm themselves. Dean lay against Reagan on the table top. He listened to her heart beat as he pressed his ear against her breast. When they could breathe easily he stood up and pulled her with him so that she sat on the edge of the table. Standing between her knees, his hands pushed the hair away from her face as he gazed at her.

"Dean…tonight…We could've died." Reagan stammered.

"I know."

"Thank you for taking care of me." Reagan placed her hands against his chest. The adrenaline rush now gone, the events of the night seemed to sink in and she shuddered.

Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. Reagan buried her face against his collarbone and let him stroke his fingers up and down her back.

"This isn't how I wanted our last night together to be spent." Reagan mumbled.

Dean tilted her face back to look at her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that."

"No, no, I needed that." Reagan assured him. "I just mean, the whole evening…I had thought we'd spend it here, together all night. You know what I mean? I feel like it was ruined."

"It's not ruined for me." Dean ran his fingers through the tendrils of blonde hair around her face. "It's still night time and we're together; right here in your house."

Reagan gave him a weak smile and then kissed him softly.

A short while later they lay in a warm bath of water together. Reagan leaned against Dean's chest and he held her as they talked.

"Should we check on Sam?" she asked.

"I think he's fine."

There was a moment of silence before Reagan continued, "Is this what it's always like?"

Dean leaned his head a little to the side so he could see her face. "In what way do you mean?"

"The scary, the throwing you around, the possible death."

Dean gave a disheartened laugh. "Actually, this was a pretty easy one."

"Oh." Reagan answered quietly.

Dean held his breath as he waited for her to speak again. He was expecting her to say at any moment that she'd had enough; that she didn't want this in her life. Knowing that he'd already promised her to walk away if she did; he thought now about how impossible it would be.

"I'm going to worry about you a lot." She said.

"Don't. Sam and I are used to it. We can take care of ourselves. I promise." Dean squeezed her gently to reassure her.

"I'm still not quite sure what to think of it all. I've never been that scared before in my entire life."

Dean said nothing.

"I don't think I'm built to deal with that kind of confrontation very well."

Pressing a kiss to her temple, Dean said, "I wouldn't want you to be. It's too dangerous and you don't need to be any where near it."

Reagan nodded. "But I can listen. And I'll be here when you need me."

"Are you serious?"

Twisting her spine to look directly at him, "Of course I am." Gauging the skepticism in his expression she asked, "What did you expect?"

Dean's eyebrow's rose and a small sigh escaped his lips. "Honestly, that'd you'd want out…of us."

She shook her head. "I won't lie. I questioned whether I could handle a relationship with you. But I'm pretty sure I don't have a choice, not after the way I've felt this week."

Smiling at her, Dean lightly kissed her forehead and held her close to him.

When the water began to cool, they left the coziness of the tub.

"Let's watch the sunrise." Reagan said after dressing and pulled him by the hand towards the porch.

Dean held a light blanket around them as he sat in a chair on the porch and she stretched out across his lap.

He didn't see much of the sunrise. They made love as it rose over the mountains. Reagan rode him as he held the blanket over her. The sunlight shone around her head and she looked angelic as she gazed down at him.

"I'm going to remember this moment always." Dean whispered, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

Reagan smiled as she moved softly on him. It was sweet and gentle as it had been when they were in the motel room and had declared themselves. Only this time, they were declaring themselves without words. Neither of them wanted the moment to feel final. Their bodies said what their mouths could not.

When they climaxed, Dean had never felt more at-one with a person in his whole life. He felt truly loved from the inside out. Bliss engulfed him until he felt like he would drown in it.

Dean had to leave her for a short while so he could pick up Sam and their belongings from the motel. He threw his clothes haphazardly into duffel bags so that he could return to Reagan quickly.

Sam didn't say too much. He could tell that Dean was becoming anxious as their departure loomed nearer and there wasn't anything he could say to make it easier.

When they arrived back at Reagan's house she was waiting on the porch for him just as she had earlier in the week. Instead of a flowing skirt however, today she was wearing her ripped jeans she'd worn the day they ate at the café with Sam. The sleeves of her white shirt dipped down to partially cover the backs of her hands where she had them tucked into her pockets.

Dean mimicked himself and stated. "You're beautiful."

Reagan smiled at him. "You are too."

Looking over his head, she smiled warmly at Sam, "Hi Sam."

"Hi." He returned with a smile of his own.

They followed her inside and she made them sit and eat some sandwiches before getting on the road. When they tried to object she wouldn't listen, saying she didn't want to think about them eating nasty convenience store hot dogs.

After helping to clear the table of the dishes, Dean wrapped his fingers around Reagan's wrists. "I want to give you some things."

She looked puzzled but followed behind him to the living room where Sam was already pulling items out of a duffel bag. Dean picked up a sack and held it for her to see.

"Here's some salt. Pour a line of it along each window and doorway -any entrances- and demons won't be able to enter. "

"Dean…I don't…" Regan began.

"Reagan, please. I can't leave you here knowing you're completely unprotected." Dean's voice was so sincere it halted any protest she might have had.

Reagan glanced at Sam and noticed he was already pouring lines onto her window sills.

Reaching into his pocket, Dean pulled out a beautiful necklace. From a gold chain dangled a scarab beetle made of turquoise gemstones and gold. Unclasping it, Dean's hands reached around Reagan's neck.

"Please wear this for protection. Scarab beetle amulets help ward off evil spirits."

Reagan stared down at the charm as it nestled in the crook of her breasts. Lightly, she ran her fingertips over it.

"Thank you. I will wear it every day." She promised.

Sam walked up to them. "I have finished placing the salt around the windows in the living room. Reagan, I've put extra bags in the dining room."

Silence descended on the room. It was deafening as Dean and Reagan stood staring at one another. The moment they had both dreaded was here and Dean felt his chest splitting into two.

Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We should head out if we're going to reach Cincinnati by nightfall."

"Yeah." Dean nodded and glanced at the floor.

He held Reagan's hand as they walked out to the driveway.

"Sam," Reagan grabbed him and gave him a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you. Thank you for teaching me so much this week."

Smiling he replied, "It was my pleasure."

He slid into the car and studied a book he'd had lying on the seat; being discreet and not watching Dean and Reagan's goodbye.

Dean's heart began to hammer as Reagan turned to him. He didn't want to do this. Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a packet and handed it to Dean.

"Here's your set of the pictures." Reagan looked at them in her hands as she held them out.

Grazing her fingers with his, he gently took it from her and laid it on the hood on the car. Her hands were shaking and he covered them with his own.

When she raised her eyes to his, his heart stopped beating. Pain wrenched a knot into the pit of his stomach from the tears that were swimming in front of her deep blue eyes.

Reagan grit her teeth and stomped one foot. "Damn it. I didn't want to cry. I don't want to be that girl. Please don't feel guilty."

Dean couldn't help but feel guilty. He was causing the tears by leaving her. Nothing else was doing it.

Seeing that his face had not changed expressions, Reagan pleaded, "Please Dean. I understand why you have to leave. I accept it. I'll take you any way I can have you."

He still couldn't believe she loved him this way. Scooping her into his arms, he kissed her.

His lips brushed against hers softly before he enveloped her top lip with both of his. Pulling on it softly for a moment, he savored the feeling of her skin.

When he looked back into her eyes, her tears spilled over. Holding her face in between his hands he shushed her. "I'll be back. I can't guarantee when but I promise it won't be a year."

Lips trembling, Reagan nodded.

"I'll miss you." Dean confessed. "But I'll call you tonight, okay?"

Reagan nodded again then threw her arms around Dean's neck. She cried quietly but her body shook against him and he ached inside. Nothing would make him happier than to sweep her up into his arms and carry her back inside; to tell her he was staying and make plans for their future.

But he knew he couldn't just turn his back on his lifestyle. This is how it had to be.

Dean pressed her tightly against himself and dropped kisses in her hair. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and let her scent inundate his senses.

Reagan turned her face to his and rained kisses across his cheek until she met his lips again. Her kisses were quick and urgent as though panic were rising in her. She placed her hands on either side of his face just as he held her.

In that position, they leaned their foreheads together and closed their eyes. Dean knew he had to leave now. The longer he stood here, the harder it was to leave. A sharp burning sensation filled his throat and Dean's vision blurred as water filled his eyes, threatening to run over.

Pressing one more, quick kiss to her lips, he broke away and strode quickly to the driver's door of the Impala, taking the photos with him. He didn't look up at Reagan as he cranked the car and stepped on the accelerator. If he looked at her, he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears and he needed to get through this.

As it was, he couldn't hold them back. He cried silently and turned his head away from his brother. Swallowing hard he willed himself to pull it together. Sam stared out the opposite window, giving Dean the private moment he needed.

Exhaling loudly, Dean reached for the stereo and turned the music up loud. Finally, glancing into the rearview mirror he saw Reagan's town disappearing behind him.