AN: I do not own or make money from these stories. R&R.

Chapter 2

Dean woke up at noon that day finding himself wrapped in the arms of true love, he was glad to see her he'd admit that to himself, but no anyone else. After untangling himself he sat up wincing a little at the pain in his body, 'shit I did it this time,' he thought. Dean tried to move and to get up. However he was stopped by the sudden pain that shot through his left knee and his right shoulder. The pain was so intense that he groaned loudly which woke Cassie up immediately.

"No, don't move," she said before she sat up not caring that she was naked, "You messed up your knee when you did the hunt, Dean. I think you jammed it or something, but it's not broken or fractured thankfully," she said rubbing circles on his back.

"Thank you," Dean said looking into her eyes seeing the love she still held for him written all over her; The concern was written all over her face, "I'm sorry I didn't call first, its just that I couldn't find a vehicle and I was crashing so I cut through your backyard after taking out the local vampire nest," Dean said before he laid back down on the bed. His feet were touching the floor and just the action of laying back made him cringe in pain. He knew that he'd screwed up this time, "You didn't call Sammy did you?"

"No, he called, I told him till I tell him other wise that he is not to come here," Cassie said as she looked at his knee, "I can't tell what is wrong with it, but maybe my mom can, she's a retired nurse."

"I should get dressed first, but I don't want to, I don't think I can move," he said as he tried to sit up, but it was useless his body wouldn't cooperate. It was too tired and in pain to allow him the strength to sit up.

Cassie saw the pain all over Dean's face and now knew why he'd come to her, the mile high wall he held up so tight around himself had begun to shatter. He couldn't get it back up, let alone get himself back up at the moment.

"Just sit still okay and I'll help you, my mom will come here," she said before she stood up to help him into a sitting position on the bed, "I know why you came to me," she finally said once they were both sitting in bed again, "You don't have to worry about being strong around me Dean. It's okay to need help and to rest. Your body cannot take this constant punishment that you insist on giving it. It is okay to take time to heal and build your strength again. I know that you will be okay when this is over, and if you have to vent, then do so, I promise I'll never tell anybody, because being weak is not wrong, its human."

"I don't know that wall has done me good all these years," Dean said almost in a whisper trying to swallow the pain as he lifted his right shoulder, "FUCK," he yelled, "No, no, no."

"What's wrong?" Cassie asked as she stopped his motions.

"My shoulder, I dislocated it last night and had to relocate it by myself and I don't think I put it back right," he said, "I need you to, the best you can, hold this arm while I pop it back in fully."

Cassie did as he asked not telling him to wait or anything, but as she saw the tears in his eyes she knew it was painful even the thought was painful to her, but she helped him. Once it was back in place she gave him the pills she'd found in his leather jacket, "Here," she said

"I don't want them," Dean told her before he threw the bottle at the door with his left arm, "They don't help," he said before he grabbed his knee.

"Dean Alexander Winchester," Cassie said in a stern voice that Dean had never heard before, "You move another inch I will handcuff you to this bed," she warned him.

"Now your talking, I'd like to see that," he said with his trademark grin before he pulled her to him and kissed her for the first time since he'd arrived. It was a heated kiss that they didn't want to end, but in the end Dean pulled away breathless, though he wanted more, "I'm sorry I just dumped myself on your porch I kind of didn't make it to punching the door bell," he said as his good arm traced circles on her stomach, "I'm sorry."

Dean seemed to actually be holding up well considering the stitches, the shoulder, the pain of all the bruising. Cassie admired his tolerance for pain. She would but knocked out after taking any prescribed medicine to keep her from feeling anything.

Dean looked in Cassie's eyes. He remembered their baby again and he wished there had been a way to save it. Time had flown by quickly after their lose but nothing could take away that sting. Cassie must have recognized that look on his face. He couldn't hide it from her, it was set in stone in her mind.

"Dean don't it isn't your fault," Cassie said after she covered his hand with her own, "I wanted your baby too," she said thinking back to the little one she lost just a month into the pregnancy, she'd called Dean and he'd come to stay with her, but after she lost it, they weren't sure what to do. Cassie sent him away once they were both over the fact that they'd lost their child, but Dean still wasn't he hadn't dealt with it. He'd only been there for Cassie for the few weeks afterwards.

"I want to try again, I won't suck at it this time," Dean insisted.



There had to be some way to make things right in his life.

"Dean don't you ever think that, I get that you're hurt and what that demon said to you wasn't true, Sam told me everything. She cupped his face in her hands, "You would have been a wonderful father, do you understand me?" she asked, "I can see in your eyes that you're not okay so just tell me the truth Dean."

He was breaking in front of her and she thought if she let go of him he'd be gone into a million pieces so she did the only thing she knew to do. Careful of his injuries she slowly made love to him, proving that he wasn't such a bad person if he could make her happy. Dean's pain was forgotten as she set about to claim him again as her lover.

"We'll have a family one day," she promised as she held him to her before they fell back asleep.