Rose opened her eyes and looked up at Dean, still holding her as he slept. Confusion filled her face and she looked around for Sam. They were alone, the morning sunlight through the cracks in the curtains casting light and shadows through the room. She moved to get up, and grimaced slightly as the dull pain from the wounds in her back, arms and legs throbbed through her entire body. Dean sat up quickly, "Rose?" he said, concerned.

"No, Dean, I…" she struggled to a sitting position with Dean's arms gently helping her, "I can still taste…" she stopped, but he knew what she meant and gingerly helped her to the bathroom to brush the taste of human blood and flesh out of her mouth. She stood, gripping the sink while he cleaned and re-dressed the bandages on her back. She barely made a sound, only wincing a few times and trying not to flinch at his touch. He glanced up at every sound, trying to avert his eyes away from her bare chest reflected in the mirror. She looked with surprise at the two pharmaceutical bottles sitting on the counter next to the sink.

Dean saw her gaze and said simply, "Antibiotics." She picked one up and looked at him. "And for the pain," he added as he continued focusing on her bandages. She dropped the bottle into the small trash can beside her.

As he finished with the last bandage, he reached for his t-shirt to help her back into it, but she turned to face him. "Dean, we can't avoid this. I know how you're feeling," she took his face in her hands. "Don't feel guilty here, Dean," she said, looking into his eyes. "This isn't your fault."

"No, you don't understand," he answered her, now gripping the edge of the counter behind her, leaning in close enough that she could smell his musky scent. "It isn't just that. You have no idea how bad I want you, Rose! From the moment I first saw you in that strip club! And somehow your Grams knew it and she made me…" he paused for a moment, the anguish in his voice turning to a growl, "she didn't make me do anything I didn't already want!" He started to move away but she turned his face towards her and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Protesting, he pulled back but she moved her hands to his waist and pulled his body against her, deepening the kiss even more. Dean moaned into her mouth and gripped the counter even tighter as he kissed her back. After several minutes, he pulled back, whispering, "No, your wounds…"

She put a finger to his mouth, saying in a hushed voice, "We'll just have to be careful then."

Dean leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his hands moving to her hips. He slowly moved his hands up her body, feeling every inch of her, one hand staying on her breast while the other moved to the back of her neck. Rose felt her body respond to his touch and she whispered into the kiss, "I want you too, Dean..." she stopped as his tongue quietly slipped into her mouth on hearing her say she wanted him too. His hands continued exploring her body, moving back down along the sides of her waist and around behind her, his fingers slipping deftly into the edge of her cotton panties and lightly tracing her skin. He pulled out of the kiss and his lips traveled down her chin, neck and chest with soft kisses as he leaned down to pull her panties off her, kissing all the way down to her belly and then back up again. He lifted her gently, seating her on the edge of the counter.

Rose reached out and tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it up towards his head and he responded, lifting his arms over his head for her and letting the t-shirt drop to the floor as he moved closer to her, pressing his body against her very lightly, his mouth pressed softly against hers. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and used her legs to pull him more firmly against her. When she did, his boxers brushed against one of the burns on her thighs, just as his arm around her back accidentally touched one of her bandaged wounds. She flinched and whimpered against his mouth.

Dean instinctively pulled away from her, saying softly, "No, Rose… I… we…" but she pulled him back towards her again, covering his mouth with hers to stop his protests. She spread her legs wider and pulled him against her again, feeling his erection through his boxers against her body. When she finally felt the tightness in his body release as he responded to her kiss and her firm hold on him, she pulled out of the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I want you, Dean. I always have. From the first time I saw you and even after you killed…" her voice drifted away, not letting him in on the fact that the demon he killed all those years ago was, in fact, her own father. "I knew who you were and I wanted you anyway. You saved me that night in more ways than you even knew."

As the memory of his first meeting with Rose came back to him again, Dean reached under her legs and lifted her carefully, his strong arms carrying her back to the bed…

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When John ordered Dean out of the room to talk to Katy, he went grudgingly, walking slowly toward the pier where the Impala was parked. Katy's family beach house was located on a private beach with a drive leading up to the pier and a small bathhouse down on the beach. He sat, sulking on the trunk of the car and looked back at the light shining through the living room window where his father was talking to the pretty young blonde who had so infatuated him. Noticing another light on toward the other end of the house, he laughed, knowing Sam was in a back bedroom reading. Dean did not understand his younger brother's obsession with learning. Every chance he got, Sam was reading or studying. He looked up at the sky and wondered if the flying demons would find them here. The sun was sinking low off to his right and the moon was slowly becoming visible, high in the sky already.

He heard a muffled bang back at the house and turned to see Katy running towards him. She had let the screen door slam behind her in her hurry to join him. She trotted up to him, laughing and twirled around just as she reached the car. She knew that for tonight, at least, she was free. Still laughing, she said to him, "Do you always do what he says?"

Dean put his hand through his hair as he slid off the trunk of the Impala, watching her twirl around him, "Well, yeah, I do. He's my father. Don't you do what your father says?"

Her expression darkened for a moment and her eyes narrowed at him. "No," she answered in a hushed voice and then her mood brightened again. "Never ever again!" she shouted to the sky as she began to twirl, barefoot, on the sand with her arms outstretched. She stopped and faced the water, still shouting gleefully, "Did you hear that?" she called out to the waves, "Never again!" She turned back towards Dean, giggling slightly as he caught her up in his arms and pulled her in to kiss her. Whoever this girl was, she fascinated him. He wanted to protect her from whatever the evil was that chased her and he wanted to understand how she could be so vulnerable and yet so full of life at the same time. She kissed him back, shyly and tenderly, then pulled away from him. His arms protested, not wanting to let her go. She reached up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, saying, "I need music."

They were standing next to the bathhouse now and she went inside briefly, coming back out with a boombox and a cardboard box full of cassette tapes. Holding the box away from Dean so he couldn't see the contents, she leaned in and selected a tape, putting it into the machine and pressing play. Metallica's The Four Horsemen began to play. Katy giggled at him. "I love these guys," she said, blushing and began to dance around Dean to the music. As the next song, Enter Sandman, started, she stopped dancing and slid up to him. Dean stood still, watching her, in awe of her energy, but when she moved in close, he couldn't contain himself. He pulled her down on the sand, kissing her as though she were his last meal. When his hand slipped under her top, she whimpered slightly at him but didn't protest. His hand explored its way under her blouse and over the top of her bra as he kissed her desperately. He slowly, hesitantly, reached his hands down to the edge of her blouse and tugged it towards her head. Moving with him, she sat up enough to give him the room that he needed, lifting her arms over her head as he slid her top off. She put her arms around his neck as she brought them back down and pulled him back on top of her, kissing him just as desperately, the silver talisman he gave her pressing against her bare skin.

Unbelieving that she was responding to him and not pushing him away, Dean boldly reached his hand down to unfasten her jeans, looking into her eyes for any sign that he should stop. Again instead of protesting, she lifted her hips so he could pull her jeans off too. He hesitated as he felt her legs, one of them badly scarred. She pulled him back up to her, embarrassed now that someone had seen and touched her leg. She answered the question in his eyes, "It's nothing, really. I was injured as a child. So long ago, I don't even remember it," she lied to him, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Forgetting the scar, he kissed her back, his cock growing painfully hard against his jeans.

With Dean on top of her, hungrily kissing her lips, her face and her neck, fully clothed in jeans and a t-shirt, Katy whispered into his ear, "This hardly seems fair! I'm half naked and you're still dressed." She tugged at his t-shirt. Dean obligingly sat up over her and pulled his shirt off, grinning. Katy let out a small gasp at the sight of his young, muscular body. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back down on top of her, their hands and mouths exploring each other tentatively at first, then growing in intensity. Dean felt Katy shiver underneath him and realized she was cold, laying exposed on the damp sand. Still kissing her, he pulled himself up off her, pulling her up with him as The Thing That Should Not Be began playing on the boombox.

Katy protested as Dean pulled himself up, but he kept his lips against hers, pulling on both her hands. She stood with him, uncertain of where he was going. He lifted her tiny body in his arms and whispered, "You're cold. There's a blanket in the car." He carried her to the car and placed her in the back seat, quickly shedding his jeans and underwear before climbing in after her. Katy slipped out of her bra and panties just as frantically, grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, his waist with the other, and pulling him in on top of her. She kissed him hard and desperately, wanting him as much as he wanted her. "Oh, God, Katy," Dean gasped when he finally slipped into her silky wetness just as the sun sank out of sight on the horizon.

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Rose reached her arms up around Dean's neck as he held her tightly against his chest, kissing her all the way to the bed. Determined not to flinch again, she spread her legs away from him. The small round burns on her thighs weren't severe but were raw to the touch. Knowing he couldn't lay across her, Dean sat on the side of the bed, shifting slightly so that she could get her knees on either side of him. His hands began exploring her soft body again, his eyes watching closely so he wouldn't touch her wounds again. Seeing him studying her body, Rose sat back on his lap, purring at his touch. His gaze moved to her face and he kissed her, tenderly at first, then deepening as his hunger for her grew stronger. She kissed him in return, her tongue exploring his mouth and began to softly suck on his tongue. When she did, a small growl rose in his throat.

With their bodies pressed against each other, Rose could feel Dean's erection grow even harder through his boxers and her body responded in kind, soaking the outside of them with her wetness. She pulled out of the kiss and pushed him roughly back on the bed. Dean was determined not to hurt her so she knew she had to take charge and guide him around her wounds and her throbbing, aching back. Still feeling the effects of the painkillers he had been giving her since they arrived at the motel, it was a dull pain and she was able to ignore it for the most part, focusing instead on the burning sensation in her groin as she needed to feel Dean inside her – the real Dean, not a mind-controlled robot. The Dean from her memories.

Dean pushed himself back on the bed when Rose pushed him down so that he was lying in the center of the bed, looking up at her, longing in his eyes. As he pushed back, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers in both hands and pulled them off him, her hands sliding down his legs. He groaned at her touch and reached out to pull her towards him. Taking her hands, he pulled her down onto his chest, wishing desperately that he could envelop her in his arms. Instead, he kept his hands on the backs of her arms and her shoulders, steering clear of the burns on her forearms. Having burned himself more than once when lighting a corpse on fire, he knew that burns were best left un-bandaged to heal. Rose moved with him as he guided her down, laying herself across his chest as one of his hands moved to the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss her again.

Just as his tongue began exploring her mouth, Rose moved her hips and slid herself down onto Dean's cock. She slipped up and down on the outside of him a few times, letting him feel her wetness until he couldn't stand it anymore. Grabbing her hips, he plunged himself into her. His hands guided her hips, thrusting hard into her with both his tongue and his cock.

"Dean," Rose sighed into his mouth. Her eyes searched his as he continued thrusting upwards into her.

He slowed his thrusts and moved one hand to her face. Sliding his thumb over her bottom lip he whispered, "Shhh, Rose, please. Please let me fuck you."

Her eyes widened and she sucked his thumb softly into her mouth causing him to bite his bottom lip with pleasure, his eyes half closed. She moved her hips against him and leaned to his ear. "Harder," she growled and buried her face in his neck. Dean only hesitated a second before complying, quickly thrusting hard and deep into her, driving himself almost to the brink before slowing down again. "No, Dean, please don't stop!" Rose gasped.

Taking her face in his hand, Dean kissed her tenderly, "I don't intend to." His other hand on her hip guided her up so that she was on all fours leaning over him. He slid down now and began sucking lightly on her breast, flicking over her nipple with his tongue until it was as hard as his cock. He did the same with her other nipple, still teasing the first with his fingers and then slid himself down even farther so that his head was between her thighs. Taking both her hips in his hands, he moved her slowly down until his mouth was against her wet sheath. Expertly guiding her, he rocked her hips against his mouth, his lips lightly kissing her slit. Parting his lips, he licked his upper lip in anticipation, whispering, "Rose, you are so beautiful." His breath on her sheath made her moan out loud.

As Dean's tongue found its way into her, softly kissing her opening, Rose arched her back and cried out, "Dean, dear God, please!" She tried to move her hips against his face, but his strong hands held her steady, not letting her move further than he wanted her. Dean smiled to himself, regaining his control with Rose begging him now instead of the other way around. He continued kissing her soft wetness, gently at first, then harder, his hands moving her hips again, until he was roughly tongue fucking her, hard and fast. Hearing her moans turn to whimpers, he knew he had driven her to the brink also and that's when his tongue found its way to the top of her opening, quickly finding her clit and flicking over it lightly. Her legs shuddered and he renewed his grip on her hips, holding her up as his tongue began moving harder and faster over her clit than he had with her pussy. He slowly started to suck on her clit, softly at first, listening for her reaction. Her whimpers became gasping breaths as she screamed, "Dean! Please!" Hearing her screams of pleasure, he sucked even harder, not letting go with either his arms or his mouth as her legs and her body shuddered and tightened over him. Waiting for her release, he slowly, softly licked at her clit and then her pussy again, holding tight to her hips.

Rose grunted with her final release as Dean continued licking softly at her. When she finally stopped trembling and gasping, he slid out from under her and quickly turned around, barely letting go of her hips as he turned, grabbing them again from behind, holding her up. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered and not waiting for an answer, drove into her hot wetness from behind.

Rose pushed herself back against him, shaking her head hard in answer to his question, "No, Dean, please, don't ever stop!" Unable to move, she gasped and panted out loud with each driving thrust. Her legs began quivering again and she tightened involuntarily down on his cock as he came hard inside her.

Lowering her down to the bed, Dean lay beside her, breathing heavily. He took her hand in his and lightly kissed her fingers, one by one. "I won't stop, baby," he said. "I just need a minute to catch my breath."

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Katy stood on the beach, looking out over the water, the blanket from the car wrapped around her as the last lines of Nothing Else Matters sounded from the small boombox. The tape hissed for a few seconds and then clicked off. Dean stood behind her, his young arms wrapped protectively around her. He noticed how large the moon looked high in the sky over the gulf waters. With the full moon only two days away, it lit up everything around them, shining down brightly on the cool clear night.

Dean leaned down and whispered to her, "Katy, I swear I won't let anything ever happen to you." He softly began singing into her ear, "If you could see inside my heart, Then you'd understand, I'd never mean to hurt you, Baby I'm not that kind of man."

Katy turned towards him, saying with her head down, "Dean, please…" but he lifted her chin with his finger to look into her eyes as he continued singing.

"I might not be a savior, And I'll never be a king. I might not send you roses, Or buy you diamond rings. But if I could see inside you, Maybe I'd know just who we are. Cause our love is like a hunger. Without it we would starve. In a world that don't know Romeo and Juliet, Boy meets girl and promises we can't forget, We are cast from Eden's gate with no regrets, Into the fire we cry," he pulled the blanket off her naked body, letting it drop to the sand and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, swaying with her as he sang the chorus, "I'd die for you, I'd cry for you, I'd do anything, I'd lie for you, You know its true, Baby I'd die for you."

Katy felt Dean's cock grow hard against her skin as they swayed together. She turned and pulled him down onto the blanket, pulling him back on top of her again. His eyes searched hers as he stopped singing. "Are you sure?" he asked, uncertain, remembering how she had started crying earlier that night in the car. "Katy, I never want to hurt you," he sighed.

"No, Dean, no, you didn't," she breathed at him. "It was just my first… please, Dean! I need you!" she pulled him down and kissed him hard on the mouth as he found his way into her again.

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Rose lay across Dean in the sleepy afterglow of their lovemaking, her legs straddling his waist, her head tucked up under his chin. He stroked her hair with one hand, with his other arm wrapped protectively around her waist, carefully avoiding her bandages. He kissed the top of her head. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he whispered into her hair.

Rose felt hot tears stinging her eyes and clenched her jaw to hold them back. She didn't answer him, she merely shook her head fiercely against his neck. Dean felt her entire body tense at his question. Holding her tightly against his chest, his eyes searched the ceiling for answers she wasn't ready to give.