A/N- Hey thanks for reading again. Just want to throw out a little disclaimer...I had to get some fluff out of my system. Warning, one part there is a little smut, but it isn't too overly explicit. If you really must skip it, most of the crucial information is given before the fluff and in the last section. Enjoy.

It was dark; no moon, overcast. We were standing in a clearing way off the beaten path. Sam stood next to Dean who stood shoulder to shoulder with me. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and struck the flint, tossing it into the pile in front of him. The pire that contained the body of John Winchester. We stood in silence, watching the body burn. I looked over, Sam's face ran with tears and Dean's jaw was set, hard. I slipped my hand into his, and he responded, but never took his eyes from the fire. I wasn't Johns biggest fan but it sucked to see someone die 'because of the job. Sam finally broke the quiet,

"Did Dad say anything to you before?"

Dean shook his head, "No."

We stood there as the smell became overwhelming, we stood as the branches buckled and became coals. We stood as day broke and the coals became ash.

Three Days Later: Singer Auto

I woke up on the couch at Bobby's, book on my chest, papers everywhere. It was right before dawn. We had spent the last few nights here; Sam was looking for a new case, or at least something to do, Dean worked on the Impala, salvaging what parts of her he could. Me and Bobby? We had been trying to figure out what the hell the demon meant by guardian. So far? Jack shit.

I dropped the book on the couch and made a pot of coffee. Stretching, I felt the pain in my chest, my throat was still pretty raw. I was sipping my first cup when I noticed a light out in the yard. Dean must have been working on that damn car all night. He really hadn't slept since John died. Honestly, he hadn't done much of anything other than drink and work on the Impala. I think he might have had a nap in the last few days, if that. I grab a cup of black coffee, slip on my boots and head outside. When I approach the pile of metal, Dean is underneath it, knees and lower legs sticking out.

"Dean?"

I hear something crash, "Shit!"

He slides out from under the car and looks over, I hold the cup out, he gets up and takes it.

"Thanks" He sipped it but didn't say anything else. I rubbed the back of my neck, debating,

"Do you need any help"

He swallowed and shook his head, "Nah, maybe later. Right now, I'm trying to get the frame fixed."

" 'Kay."

We stood in silence, I really wanted to ask how he was doing, but I knew that would just piss him off. He needed time, but he also needed sleep and a half decent meal.

"Did you guys find anything yet?"

I shook my head and shrugged, "Bobby said he might be on to something. I can't find shit. Yellow eyes might have just been jerking our chain."

Dean nodded, I sighed, "Dean, not to sound bitchy, but you need to sleep. You need to eat, and you can't just live on booze and coffee."

"Dammit Jen, not you too. I have Sam up my ass, asking if I am okay. Bobby just keeps avoiding talking to me much, and now you..."

I looked over at him, "Listen, I'm not doing this out of pity or any bullshit like that. People need sleep, I will leave you alone to work on the car but..."

"But what?"

"Jesus, Dean. I'm sick of having to tiptoe around you. You need to grow up and deal with this shit, I get that you have this thing where 'You gotta be strong for Sammy' but come on. This is me we are talking about."

Dean was getting pissed, "Okay fine, let's pop a bottle of wine, watch chick flicks and talk about our feelings."

"That isn't what I am saying. I just mean you can't ignore that other people exist."

"I will let you know if I need any help." He kneeled down and disappeared back under the car.

By the time I walked back in the house, Bobby was up and sitting behind his desk, he looks up,

"How's he doin'"

"The gist? He basically told me to fuck off."

"Dean has always been like that, Jen. He will come around."

"You find anything?" I nodded to the books on the desk.

"I dunno, maybe. See there are traces of that everywhere, but nothing specific"

"Well what do you think? Is it legit?"

"Jen, I think there is a definite possibility that it is, but I have no idea what it means."

I looked down, "Am I , uh..."

"You are not a monster Jen. You are a human, and nothing I read has said otherwise. I wouldn't get too concerned."

I was relieved. For the last few days I had been wondering if I was something that I would be normally hunting. I flopped down on the couch and picked up where I had left off in this old book. Eventually, Sam rumbled down the steps. Morning turns to afternoon and afternoon to early evening. Dean rolled in when we ordered some pizza. I chowed down, no one talked. Dean went back outside, Sam disappeared up the stairs and Bobby went back to work on the papers. This was how life had been since we had arrived at Bobby's. This is how it continued for two more days.

I hadn't slept since the couch, I was draggin ass, functioning solely because of the grace of coffee. I was thinking about maybe taking a road trip with someone and going to get my car. It would be safe here at Bobby's and it would give us something to drive other than the junkers while Dean fixed the Impala. But on the other hand I just wanted to sleep for a few hours. I wanted to find something, I wanted to know that I wasn't some freak.

"Hey Jen..." Bobby started

"Hmmm?"

"I think I got something, not solid or complete, but something."

"What is it?"

"You better call the boys."

Once we were all in the living room, Bobby began talking,

"I think I found something about these guardians...It is really old, especially what the demon called Jen. It translates to something like 'guardian of freedom, humanity and blessed truth'."

I snorted, "Yeah fucking right. Have you seen how I live, I'm not exactly a poster child for a well balanced person."

"Well...that's the thing. Guardians aren't supposed to be. They are here to do a job, to protect at all costs. They are meant to be pitbulls. They do what needs to be done."

Dean looked up from the chair he was sitting on, "The demon said it had to do with me."

Bobby shrugged, "It doesn't say, as far as I can tell, that a guardian is attached solely to one person, rather what they represent. Like I told you before, you guys stepped into some deep shit."

I sighed, "So what?"

Bobby looked at me, "So what? What?"

"So what does any of this mean?"

He reached behind him and grabbed a book, "So guardians tend to be smart, faster, strong. They are meant to do a job and are equipped with the facilities to do so."

Sam spoke up, "That's why you are healing so fast."

"But I'm still in a fuck ton of pain."

Dean looked over at me, then back to Bobby, "Where did you find this stuff?"

"Like I said really old, real obscure, mostly though, Biblical."

Dean and I scoffed. Bobby looked at us seriously,

"Guys... Aaron, possibly Noah, Ruth, freaking Mary and Mary were supposedly these guardians. They aren't something we need to joke about. Then outside of them I would probably go as far to say that there are some historic people that are as well, but i will have to do some more research. But it seems that the people that they guard they have jobs that need done. Guardians help to ensure that it happens."

I let it sink in for a little while. Bobby broke the silence,

"Before we get too upset, I want to do more research before you start getting too worried over it. Though when the demon said you were incorruptible, he meant it."

I looked at Bobby and waited for the answer, he grabbed a book and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Now this is translated but, 'the guardian cannot be corrupted by the forces of either Heaven or Hell. The demons of the pit nor the angles of the Kingdom may not control the body in which the soul resides.'"

"That means?"

Bobby closed the book, "It means that you can't be possessed."

I nodded and just went upstairs, and slouched on a bed. I didn't want to be important, and for all I knew, this was bullshit. But a little part of my brain knew better, and that part wouldn't shut up. All I wanted to do was chase down monsters, hunt ghosts, and drink beer and eat cheap food. I just laid on my side, looking at my casted wrist. Thinking. I heard someone come into the room, I didn't look up. Dean came across the room and laid down behind me on the bed, wrapping his arm around my stomach and tightened. My ribs protested,

"Ouch... Get off of me."

Dean takes his arm away, "Well I didn't expect that reaction for at least another year."

He sat up and I could feel him watching me,

"Here." He said softly and got up, moving in front of me, "Scoot."

I moved back so he could lay down, Dean sprawled out, and pulled me against his side. I put my casted arm on his chest and laid halfway over him, putting my one leg over his. My head on his shoulder. He started playing with my fingers, I winced.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Not really, it is just a little sore."

He stopped and just put his hand over mine, "Hey Jen...I'm...sorry I am an ass. "

"Don't worry about it." I just watched his hand.

"No, I forgot that you have this shit going on too."

"Its fine." I paused, "What do you think it means?"

He pulled my chin up so that I was looking at him, "It doesn't mean shit. I don't buy into that fate BS...Are you upset or hurting?"

I knew my nose was scrunched, "A little of both. I just want stuff to happen because it is my choice, and I thought it was... but even your Dad thought..."

Dean cut me off, "My Dad was a horse's ass, he had no idea..."

Dean let my chin go and went back to my hand, I just nuzzled into his side and closed my eyes.

"How is the car coming?"

"Its coming around. It was really totaled. Might take a few weeks."

"Do you want me to go get my car?"

I felt him shrug, "Maybe... We could see if Bobby and Sam would go get it, I could use some help finding parts for under the hood, and Sam doesn't know a carburetor from a spark plug."

I just nodded, my mind was trying to process stuff, but nothing was computing. I was freaking tired and frustrated and just done with this bullshit. Dean pulled the covers over my shoulders and I fell asleep.

Sam had stayed with Bobby downstairs after Dean had disappeared up the stairs. Bobby was still flipping through books.

"Bobby? What aren't you telling them?"

"What do you mean?"

Sam chuckled, "You don't do half assed research."

Bobby sighed, "Well I found some stuff and I'm not sure if it is true or not, because it doesn't happen in all cases...I really can't find any solid proof..."

"Bobby?"

He tossed the book across the table in frustration, "You guys said the demon said that it was in her DNA to protect him?"

Sam nodded, "That's right"

"It might not be so literal, but she might be connected to his actual life. I found this one thing where it talks about how a guardian's life is defined by its purpose, and that could mean..."

Sam looked forward, staring out the window, "That if Dean's life ceases to exist, so might hers."

Bobby shrugged, "I can't tell if it is a spell or what, but I don't want to get either of them scared for no reason."

A crack of thunder and lightning jolted Dean awake. He had been having shitty dreams and wasn't sleeping very well anyway. He looked down and saw Jen curled up, twitching in her sleep . She was a freaking heat box because wherever her body touched him he was almost too warm. It was pouring rain outside and the wind was moaning. There was another crack of thunder and Dean jumped,

"Son of a bitch." He said under his breath.

He heard a mumble, "You 'kay?"

Jen was rubbing her eyes, Dean sighed and relaxed back into the pillows,

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

" 's okay." Jen yawned out and looked at the radio clock beside the bed, 3:46AM. She groaned, and curled closer to his side. Dean rolled her off so he could just lay on his side and face her.

"Sorry, you are going to give me a heatstroke."

"Its fine."

They were laying nose to nose, Dean reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. Then he kissed her lightly, pushing against her lips. She put her hands on his chest and he put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He could tell she was still half asleep, Dean pulled back and just looked at her face. A small smile crossed his lips. Jen curled up, head into his chest and dozed back off. Dean rested his chin on her hair. The sound of her even breathing lulled him to sleep.

Dawn came and light began to creep through the cracks in the curtains. The light caused Jen to stir slowly. She opens her eyes, her face buried in Dean's chest. She groans and stretches, the soreness in her ribs causing her to inhale sharply. Jen looks up at Dean's face. He is snoring softly, arms wrapped around her. She presses her forehead into his chest, he smelt like gasoline and automotive oil. Jen just lies there, until Dean moves a little. She turns her head and kisses the inside of his upper arm.

"Hmm?" He groans sleepily. Then looks down at Jen and smiles softly, burying his lips into her hair. He ran his hand up her side lightly, careful not to push against her ribs. His hand trailed to her face. Jen reached her face up and kissed him deeply. He broke it first, totally breathless. He studied her face, the small cuts that were healing, the messy bedhead that for some reason was hot as hell. Her eyes that were green and brown at the same time.

"What?" Jen asked.

Dean just shook his head and flopped over on his back, pulling her halfway over his chest. Jen put her weight on her good arm and bent over his face, kissing him, pressing down toward the bed. Her hair fell over his face, tickling his neck and cheek. Dean reached up, putting his hand under her hair where her jaw and neck met. Jen moved back and Dean just stared up at her, pushing her hair behind her ear, she smiled slowly. Then she laid across his chest and he held her there, neither saying a word.

I walked downstairs and Sam and Bobby were flipping through papers,

"Morning." I said as I poured some coffee. Sam looked up, Bobby just waved his hand. Alrighty then. Apparently no one was in a chatty mood. I heard Dean come down the stairs. He entered the kitchen. I raised my cup at him and rolled my eyes. He looked at his brother and Bobby and just shook his head.

"Hey guys, Jen and me were talking… Maybe we should go get the Camaro so we have something until I get Baby fixed up…"

Sam looked up and shrugged, " Yeah sure."

Then he looked down and kept writing. Dean looked over at me and I shrugged, Dean cleared his throat,

"I was thinking maybe you and Bobby could pick it up? I need help with the car today, Jen knows what she is doing, and you could use some time away from those books…"

Sam glanced up at his brother, sighed, "Yeah sure, I guess. I mean I was looking for some work to do, but we need a car."

"Bobby?" I asked.

"Sure kid, whatever you need."

Not ten minutes later, him and Sam were out the door. Driving almost to Illinois in Bobby's '66 Chevelle. It was just me and Dean until tomorrow afternoon.

"You gonna help me with the car or not?" Dean asked, walking out the door.

"I told you I would."

We spent most of the day going wading through the mud from the storm. Bobby had piles upon piles of parts laying around. By mid-afternoon we were both caked with mud but had found most of the parts that Dean needed for under the hood of the car. He wasn't going to work on it until the ground dried up a little bit, 'cause it was even too muddy to try to pull it into the garage.

We headed inside and I called and ordered Chinese from town: General Tso's for me and Sweet and Sour Chicken for Dean. I went, showered and changed into clean clothes. By the time I made it back downstairs, Dean had changed and the food had came. I chowed down, scarfing up the chicken and the rice. Dean did the same, neither of us had had a decent meal in two days. I was polishing my last bite off with some tea when Dean pointed to the fridge, swallowing,

"There any of that apple pie left?"

I shrugged, and got up, "There should be, at least there was some last night."

I opened the door. Shit. Sam and Bobby must have eaten a couple of pieces because there was only one slice left. I shut the door and stood in front, leaning on it

"Uh, there isn't any left."

Dean looked me up and down,

"Really?" He said coyly as he got up and stalked toward me.

I shook my head, "Nope, none left. "

"Uh-huh," He stopped in the middle of the kitchen, watching me. I opened the fridge quickly and grabbed the plate with the slice on it. I grabbed some of it with my hand and ate it,

"Mine now."

Dean laughed, "You little shit."

He lunged at me and I sidestepped, sprinting for the door into the study, and beyond that the stairs. I heard the footsteps behind me, I laughed, still racing for the stairs. I ran around stack of books and clutter. When I hit the bottom step, I felt arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off my feet. I screeched.

"No." I protested.

"Um...yes!" Dean laughed. He pulled me around, I grabbed the remainder of the pie in my hand and when I was turned to him reached up smeared it all over his face. Dean looked so surprised, I bit my bottom lip, trying not to laugh,

"It's pretty good. Isn't it?" I started to snort as the words came out of my mouth. Dean smiled slowly, shaking his head, not removing his arms from around my waist. I was standing on the first step so I was actually almost eye level with him. He pulled me closer and started to kiss me,

I giggled, " No... It is freaking sticky."

He was still trying to kiss my mouth, "You wanted the pie. And admit it, sticky is your kinda thing."

"Stop it." I pushed his chest non-committedly. Dean sensed that right away and kissed my lips again, stifling my giggles and protests. The chunks of apple and the gooey stuff was all over my face now. But Dean wasn't finished with his revenge because the next thing he did as bury his face into my neck. I pushed his shoulders,

"Okay, okay, you win." Dean brought his face up and smiled, there was pie crust still on his face. He looked me over for a second and then let go, doubling over laughing. The laughter was contagious, because I started too. What a couple of idiots covered in pie filling. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen. I reached in the sink and grabbed a rag, wetting it down. I turned to Dean and he just licked his lips, I rolled my eyes and shook my head, smiling. He moved up to me, backing me into the counter,

"Dean?" He smiled, again, then reached down and grabbed my legs, right under my ass and lifted me onto the counter, so that my knees were on either side of his body. He leaned in to kiss me again, I wrapped my good arm around his neck pulling myself up to him, pushing my body against his. My ribs screamed, but they can screw off right now. Eventually, I broke it and was seeing double when I pulled away. I still had the rag in my hand and I reached up and started wiping the pie off his face. Dean just watched me as I did it, rubbing his hands up my back or down my legs. I focused on anything but his eyes. His scruff was starting to grow in, he must not have shaved in the last few days. His jaw kept fighting a smile. I finally got the last of the cinnamon goo off,

"There." I leaned over to the sink and rinsed the rag off, Dean kept his hands on my side and my leg. I scooted toward the sink so I could wash my face off, but he pulled me upright,

"Uh-uh." He reached into my hand and grabbed the rag in one hand and my chin in the other and started wiping off my face. I stuck my tongue out at him and scrunched my nose. Dean chuckled under his breath but continued. I looked everywhere but at him, I started to blush, I could feel it spreading from my face down my neck. Dean pulled my chin up and wiped the filling from my neck and down to my shoulder. He tossed the rag into the sink. I finally looked at him, he raised his eyebrows, then winked at me. He placed his hands on my thighs, right above my knees and leaned on them,

"What do you want to do the rest of the night?"

I shook my head, "I dunno. I'm so sick of doing research and reading, just chillin' out would be awesome."

Dean leaned forward and kissed me lightly, but pulling away quickly, teasing me.

"Why, since no one is around, we do some normal boyfriend, girlfriend stuff?"

I chuckled, "We don't do normal stuff."

Dean nodded, "How about we give it a shot. We can sit, listen to the radio, drink a few beers and BS. And if you're lucky, at the end of the night I might try to feel you up, just so we get the right amount of awkward. We will see."

I shook my head again, "Well only if you promise to cop a feel."

Dean raised his hand and winked, "Scout's honor."

I laughed, "Alright, where to?"

Dean grabbed a six pack from the fridge and we went up to the bedroom we had slept in last night. I flipped on the radio and found soft rock station. I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Dean tossed me a beer and sat mirror-image in front of me. This was the Dean that was my favorite. Even though he was a total badass with hunting and stuff, carefree-fun loving Dean made me feel like a normal human being.

"So…" I started, "This is your 'normal' date. What do you want to do?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. This isn't a date, this is hanging out. And I have no idea."

"Hold out your hands, palms down." Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Just do it…" He obliged and I put mine, palms up underneath. "...This was always a stupid game in school. I am going to try to slap your hands and you try to pull them away...And well, I guess I am only using one hand. If I win we switch."

"Well this is gonna be a hell of a night." Dean said sarcastically.

"Alright jackass, you play it while you are doing something else. Like how about we ask each other stuff we want to know and the other has to answer."

Dean smirked, nodded thoughtfully, "Alright."

"You go ahead first." I tried to turn my hand, but he pulled back.

"Any question? And you have to answer?"He raised his eyebrow.

"How about before we go delving into the nitty gritty details, you start small."

Dean clenched his jaw, I faked once, he twitched and on the next one I got him,

"Shit. Well fine then, what is your favorite food?"

He tried to fake me, but I pulled my hand away in time, "Steak, rare. You?"

"Has to be cheeseburgers. Though I wouldn't pass up a grilled steak."

I nodded, " Favorite movie? Shit!"

He got me, " Damn… I don't know, anything Clint Eastwood. You?"

"I have no idea, love westerns and sci-fi." I tried to fake again, but he wasn't falling for it twice.

"Favorite Sci-Fi? Dammit!" He grunted.

"Umm, even though I love me some Wrath of Khan, I gotta go with the original Star Wars."

"Anyone in particular? Ha-ha" He got me again.

"I like them all, Yoda is the shit. I just don't care for the new ones, they went way overboard with the special effects."

"Agreed."

I sniggered when I got him, "Favorite band or music?"

"Ah, have to go with either Metallica or Kansas. You?"

"Even though I love me some heavy classic rock, I gotta go with a little BOC or CCR."

"Umm…" He accidentally hit my cast, "Shit, sorry... Favorite sport?"

"Play softball or golf. Watch is football."

"Team?"

"Vikes."

Dean stopped, " Aren't you from Wisconsin?"

"I'm close to the border." I replied defensively, and then thought, "What is your favorite place to be?"

Dean shrugged, "We have been a lot of places. I guess I have never really thought about it, as long as Sammy was with me it was alway great…What or when was your first time?"

I smacked his hand, " First time what?"

He stopped for a second and grinned, "You know."

"Really? Asshole. ..umm... this one weekend thing, right after I ditched Ethan."

Dean pulled his hands back, "Hold on. That would have made it like, what, a little over a year, year and a half ago?"

"Yeah." I looked down, embarrassed. Recovering, "How 'bout you?"

Dean graciously let it be and kept trying to get my hand, "Like sixteen, some chick that was at a high school I was at for like a month."

"Okay... son of a bitch! Birthday?"

"January 24th. You?"

"February 5th."

He laughed, "Hold on, we passed up your twenty-first and you didn't even mention it?"

"Its not like I haven't been out drinking before, Dean."

"Yeah, but you only turn twenty-one once. Shit. Oh, I got one..."

We asked each other question after question. There were a lot of favorite ones, first time ones, also some what have you, what would you do questions. Next thing I knew I glanced at the radio and it was after 2AM.

It was Dean's turn to ask, "First awkward slow dance?"

I shrugged, "Never had one."

"What? No way, everyone has one. Prom?"

I shook my head, " I never went. I was hunting by then and I wasn't exactly popular at school, so…"

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Yes Dean. I'm serious as a heart-attack. I don't even know how to slow dance."

He put his hands on his legs, "No freaking way. I grew up in the back of a car and I know how to."

Just as he said that Free Fallin' came on the radio,

"Dean… I just never…"

He cut me off, standing up, holding out his hand, "C'mon"

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart-attack...You have never slow danced and a song that is perfect for it comes on the radio. I'm tellin' you it is fate."

I cocked my head sideways, smiling, "You don't believe in fate."

"True, but this is to my advantage so...c'mon." He waved his hand at me. I watched it, shaking my head, but finally putting my hand in his and allowing him to pull me up,

"This is ridiculous."

Dean laughed, "I'm even gonna make it super awkward so you don't miss out on the experience. Here.."

He took my hands and placed them on his shoulders and he placed his on my waist, pushing me to sway back on forth in a circle. I tried to push up against him, kinda like in the movies, he pushed me away, smirking,

"Um, nope...we are going full middle school, leave room for Jesus style."

I giggled at what an idiot I felt like. The second chorus was playing, and I could feel myself blushing as Dean watched me,

"See…"Dean chuckled, "It isn't so bad."

I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes that were watching me. I smiled tentatively.

"I guess so."

"Awe Jen, just enjoy yourself for once…" Then he started, yelling along to the words of the song, head raised…

"FREE, FREE FALLIN' "

I started to laugh, "Oh my goodness. Cut it out. My ears! Dean!"

He persisted, yelling louder and adding a yodeling sound. I laughed uncontrollably.

"Dean, stop it." I punched him playfully. Thankfully for my ears, the song winded down. As the last chords played he spun me around and back into his chest. I pushed back as the next song began to play,

"Thank you."

He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me flush with his body, whispering in my ear,

"You are not getting out of this that easily…" He winked and nodded at the radio, "Apparently fate wants you to have one more dance."

I moved my hands up around his neck as we swayed back and forth, trying to recognize the song. Dean looked down at me and bent his neck. I stood on my tiptoes and closed the gap, meeting his lips. His jaw opened and he kissed me deeply. After a few moments he pulled away, then I layed my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head. My stomach had butterflies and my heart pounded, fluttering out of control. I could hear him humming along to the song in his chest, the sound was low and comforting. I closed my eyes. The song was Elvis, I Can't Help Falling in Love with You.

After a few moments Dean bent his head to my shoulder kissing it lightly. I kept my eyes closed as he moved up my neck to my ear where he began to sing softly along to the song,

"...Should I stay...Would it be a sin?...If I can't help falling in love with you..."

Dean kept humming for the next few stanzas, then kept on singing, "Take my hand...take my whole, life too...For I can't help, falling in love with you...For I can't help falling in love with you."

The song was coming to a close, first thought: pure terror. Second: oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Third: internal screaming. Fourth: holy fuck is he smooth. Fifth: I could really go for a PB&J.

We just stood there as the last note played, I couldn't breathe, I froze. Terror definitely won out. Dean stood upright, my body stiffened. He took one hand and pulled my chin up, searching my face. I swallowed hard. Dean sighed…

Dean could see how truly nervous Jen was. He wasn't sure why, because if he was being honest with himself, there pretty much wasn't anything she could do at this point to make him kick her to the curb.

"So how was your first slow dance?"

Jen smiled, relieved, then replied sarcastically, "Ugh, it was the most horrible thing ever. Never again." She rolled her eyes.

Dean laughed lightly, "You're welcome."

Jen looked back to his chest and grinned. Dean leaned down and started kissing the inside of her arm, which was still wrapped around his neck. He caught that her chest started rising and falling quickly as he got closer to her neck. She tightened her arms around his neck, pulling his face to her level, kissing him. Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to her stand on tiptoe. He kept pulling her up.

"Ouch." She flinched suddenly and Dean dropped her quickly, pushing her at arms length so he could look at her,

"Are you alright?"

"Sorry, my ribs, they still hurt like a bitch."

Dean winced, he kept forgetting that she was still pretty banged up from the accident. Realizing this, he was going to have to get a little more creative than he had been planning. He closed the gap between them and reached down to grab her shirt, lifting it slowly. Jen raised her arms and let him remove it. Dean then reached for the top of her jeans going to unbutton them, Jen grabbed his shoulders,

"Dean, at the risk of talking too much and totally ruining the moment...Um, this isn't exactly going to be...um"

Jen swallowed hard, trying to find the words but stumbling. Dean pulled her face to hers and kissed her quickly,

"I got news for you Jen, I might have to get a little creative and this might not exactly be the easiest thing ever. But I'm a guy. There isn't much you could do, to make this not...um… for lack of a better word, enjoyable for me. Like I said, I'm a guy."

Jen exhaled, relieved, "Really?"

Dean reached and unbuttoned her jeans, "Yeah, it isn't that it doesn't mean anything. 'Cause it does...but…"

"You're a guy." Jen finished, stepping out of her jeans that fell to the floor. Dean grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Jen reached for his jeans, she couldn't get the button with only one hand,

"Fuck." She breathed out, frustrated.

"Well that's what I was planning, but if you a button is kicking your ass…" Dean smiled, looking down at her.

"Screw you." Jen said jokingly.

"Well I was hoping for that too."

Jen started giggling, her fingers in the waistband, "Oh my god Dean, cut it out."

"Well, that is an option, but I would hate to ruin my pants. I could always whip it out."

Jen bit down on her tongue and tried to bitchface him. Dean just leaned down and kissed her playfully. Jen couldn't help but giggle. Dean undid his own pants and let them fall, backing her towards the bed. She sat down on the edge, unsure. Dean grabbed her and tossed her to the middle of the bed, before thinking it through all the way,

"Shit. Jen are you okay?"

"I'm not made from freaking glass Dean. I will let you know."

He crawled over her, pushing her down on her back, careful not to lean on her. Dean dragged his nose down the length of her front, Jen's back arched in response. He placed his lips right above her hip while shoving his hands between her and the bed. As he turns his chin, she flinches violently,

"Dean, that freaking tickles." Dean just smiled and leaned down, doing the same thing, but holding her body firmly in place. This time when she twitched she had nowhere to go. She started to laugh,

"Dean, stop." She reached down with her good hand and shoved his head lightly, but he persisted. Jen was squirming, trying to get out of his grip.

"I...can't...breathe." She managed to get out between laughs. Dean obliged and her body relaxed, sprawling, breathing heavily.

"Ass." Jen hissed.

"I know." Dean moved back up her body, hands reaching around for the hooks on her bra. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled herself up, giving him the room. He unsnapped it and tossed it across the room. Jen ran her hands into his hair, pulling his lips to hers. Dean pushed her into the bed, kissing her hard, pushing his lower body against hers. She whimpered into his mouth, breathing faster. Dean smiled into her neck, he liked how well she reacted to him. He traced her collarbone with his lips. Jen wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her body to his with her knees. It was his turn to groan,

"Jen...babe"

He got up, slipping her underwear off with him. He discarded his boxers on the floor. Moving back onto her, he looked at her face. The way she looked at him was unreal, her eyes were soft as she smiled at him. Dean pushed her legs farther apart and when he moved to kiss her again, entered. She bucked back, hard,

"Dean…" She breathed out.

After that the night was one mind-blowing blur. They would stop, recover and start again. Sometimes after dozing off, sometimes after just lying there. After the last time, Jen was sprawled over his chest, his hand was in her hair, and they fell asleep until late morning.

Dean looked over at the clock. It was almost eleven. He stretched, acutely aware that Jen was laying, naked on top of him. He rubbed her shoulder,

"Hey…Wake up."

"Hmmm...no" Jen replied, not opening her eyes.

"C'mon. I don't know when they are going to be back."

Jen groaned, making a face. She turned her head, kissed his chest and then sat up, her long curls falling over her shoulder. She winced, Dean smirked,

"Sore?" he teased her.

"Yeah, my fucking ribs." Jen got up and got dressed, Dean just laid there watching her. She threw his jeans at him.

"Let's go then. If you got me up, you are getting up too."

"Yes ma'am." Jen flipped him off and walked out the door. Right as she got down stairs she heard the familiar rumble of an engine. Her and Dean couldn't have had better timing, because the Camaro pulled up in front of the house, followed by the Chevelle.

Sam came in the house as Dean was hitting the bottom step,

"How is my car?"

Sam nodded, "It is fine...we've got something"

Dean walks over as Sam pulled out a cell phone, "...This is one of dad's old phones. Took me a while, but i cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this."

Sam clicks the phone onto speaker, "...John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me."

Sam smiled, "That message is four months old."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Dad saved that chick's message for four months?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Dean shook his head, "Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in Dad's journal?"

"No. But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address. You two up for a road trip?"