We Don't Talk Much Anymore

Dean placed a hand on each of my hips with his eyes glued to my midsection asking, "But how are you?"

I lifted his chin with my bent index finger and replied, "I'm fine Dean. Trust me, I'm doing really well." I took his hand in mine leading him to the kitchen door saying, "You honestly don't have to play the part of my own personal therapist, promise you don't."

At the bottom of the stairs Dean stopped abruptly and took a hold of my shoulders to force me to look at him.

"And what does THAT mean?"

I hadn't meant to sound like I was using a sarcastic tone, but I instantly noticed that Dean thought I had. "Sorry Dean, I wasn't trying to be a jerk, but you really don't have to. When you decide to give up a baby for adoption, they make sure that you talk with more therapists than you think would be possible. So I'm good, really I am. Plus…"

"Plus what?"

"Plus… Balthazar showed up. He did a little mojo to protect the baby after they were born and… And he even checked out the… The parents and confirmed that they're on the up and up," I continued sheepishly. I pulled him closed in a strong hug and reaffirmed, "You don't need to worry Dean. Everything went according to plan."

Dean rubbed my back gently and kissed my hair as I plastered myself to him. I pushed lightly against his chest and flashed him a warm smile. He still had a concerned scowl etched on his face, so I tried my best to erase it by standing on my tip toes and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

As soon as our lips connected, I felt a near electric shock course through me, awaking an insatiable desire for me to be with him. I tried to deepen the kiss and Dean responded to the embrace immediately. He quickly tired of bending over to kiss me, so he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist without breaking the contact between our lips.

"Dean… NEED you… Now…" I panted against his mouth before I assaulted his lips again with mine.

I felt him turn to walk back up the stairs, so I unlatched my limbs form his waist so I could stand on my shaky legs. After I broke the kiss, he stood frozen in his spot with a look of uncertainty clouding his face.

"There is no way I can be quiet," I hastily explained, confusing him even further. After taking his hand in mine, I tugged him towards the front of the house continuing, "I still have the pickup that I rented."

Dean started laughing as my brisk walking turned into a full on jog. Before we reached the vehicle, I had already removed my jacket and tossed it into the box of the truck. Dean was once again just standing in his spot laughing, so I took the initiative to start disrobing him as well.

"You know Dean… You laughing so much is kind of ruining the mood," I comment with a husky tone as I unbuttoned his blue over shirt and let it fall to the ground with his jacket.

Now that he was standing in only his black t-shirt and jeans, Dean shivered when the night air hit his skin. I removed my top and threw it into the cab of the truck through the open door and playfully asked, "Do you want some help warming up?"

He nodded but just watched as I slipped out of my jeans and got into the truck only wearing my underwear. When he only bent down to pick up his shirt and jacket, I leaned out the door and shook my head smiling coyly at him.

"This is a lot more fun if you join me," I called out unhooking my bra and deliberately dropped it on the ground in front of him.

Dean quickly picked it up too and climbed onto the seat, slamming the door closed behind him. I crawled onto his lap and ran my fingers through his hair appreciatively as he suckled at the skin of each of my breasts. His hands travelled over my naked torso until they reached my cotton boycott briefs. He hooked his thumbs against my thigh and started to pull them off but stopped when he met resistance. I then briefly interrupted the attention he was paying my flesh to relieve him of his t-shirt. As I kneeled over his lap, Dean took the opportunity to pull my panties even further down my thighs, effectively trapping me in my current position.

I remained in my awkward kneeling position as he traced a few invisible lines down my chest to my stomach and around my ribs. His touch was so light that I shivered with anticipation and felt goose bumps blossom all over my flesh. He then leaned back slightly so that he could see my face while he excited my flesh. I had to grip one of his shoulders tightly so that I wouldn't lose my balance when I felt him dip the tips of two of his fingers into me.

"Dean…" I stuttered through a strangled breath. "Dean… Quit teasing," I started to beg. "NEED… you…"

I gasped as he thrust his fingers even deeper into me before slowly pulling them out then pushing them back in. Still holding onto his shoulder with a white knuckle grip, I used my free hand to work at unfastening the button and fly of his jeans. His hips bucked up off the seat when my knuckles brushed over his boxer clad crotch, but he remained otherwise completely focused on pleasuring me.

I then let out another almost painful, needy plea of "Dee… Eean."

He stroked my hair with his free hand softly saying, "Shh… Relax… I'm just trying to take the edge of Lay."

He maintained a slow deliberate pace until my breathing became shallow and even more ragged. When I started to climax, I threw my head back, but somehow remembered not to puncture the skin of his shoulder that was under my nails.

During my attempt to regain my ability to breathe, I rested my forehead on the back of my hand that was still holding onto Dean's shoulder tightly. Dean could feel that every muscle in my body had relaxed and since I was completely pliant, he laid me down on the bench and finally pulled my cotton briefs off my legs.

I barely moved as I relaxed back against the cushion with my eyes closed, still trying to somewhat steady my breathing. Dean must have taken a moment to finish undressing because the next thing I knew, he was nibbling at my neck and I didn't feel the barrier of his jeans anymore. I finally opened my eyes when I felt his bare chest touch mine.

"Dean… Wait," I panted between our kisses. He pushed his torso off of mine with a worried look on my face until I added, "Condom."

He looked around and I could feel his flesh burn with an embarrassed blush. "There's a box in the bag behind the passenger's seat," I informed him as I tried to twist and retrieve it.

He easily found the bag and pull a box out chuckling, "Lay, there's more than one box in here."

"Always be prepared Mr. Winchester, always be prepared."

His movements seemed to be slowed by his quiet laughter as he opened the box. He started to say something, but I pushed myself up to kiss him and gripped his hand almost roughly to get him to move faster saying, "A little less conversation, a little more action please."

As he thrust into me, his whole body shook again with laughter. I tried to shift my position under him, but Dean was swift to take my playful directive to heart. Instead of letting me wrap my legs around him, Dean pulled my hips up to meet his trusts while he kneeled on the seat.

The feelings that radiated between us were almost too intense for me to handle. Even though this position allowed me to climax quickly, I needed to have him closer to me… All of him. As his movements became more sporadic, I took advantage of his orgasmic state and pulled him down on top of me.

He started to push off of me, but I tightened my hold on him quietly saying, "No, don't move… Please? Just stay here with me?"

Dean shifted slightly so that he was more comfortable, but he stayed blanketing my body while he replied, "I'm sorry, I can't really hear you… I think you might have ruptured an eardrum."

I shuddered softly and pet his head. "Sorry… But I told you I wasn't going to be able to keep the volume down tonight."

He gently kissed my chest, neck and cheeks to distract me so he could roll us onto our sides. I felt myself starting to fall away from him, but hadn't realized that he had complete control of the situation.

"Dean… Dean! Don't let me fall!" I cried out almost in hysterics as I clawed at his back to maintain my embrace with him.

He kissed my forehead then gently asserted, "I've got you... You aren't going to fall."

I wanted to relax in his arms, but I had this inexplicable fear in the back of my mind telling me that I HAD to keep him close or something bad would happen. Dean continued to pet my hair, while kissing my head and mumbling affirmations of love against my hair without seeming to be fazed by my clinging to him. I tried to speak, but my words got stuck in the back of my throat. He continued to hold me tightly then he whispered, "We should probably head in soon."

I nodded against his chest and grumbled softly, "If we must."

Dean helped me to sit up and then he worked at gathering up our clothing. The longer we were separated, the emptier I started to feel. Soon enough I found myself shivering uncontrollably as I hugged my arms tightly over my chest, running my hands up and down my arms to try to warm myself up.

"Guess it's colder than we thought it would be," Dean teased as he passed me my bra and shirt.

My hands continued to shake violently as I tried to dress. Dean was nearly fully clothed when he noticed that I was having difficulties. He must have been smirking while he took my hands in his to take over the task of redressing me, but any commentary that threatened to spill out of his mouth to mock me was silenced when he felt the temperature of my skin.

"Holy shit Lay! You're burning up!" He exclaimed in shocked surprise as he hastily pulled my shirt over my head.

My teeth started to chatter uncontrollably causing Dean's tone to sound increasingly panicked as he tried to find the rest of our clothes in the darkened interior of the truck. When my jeans weren't easily found, he draped his flannel shirt over my knees quietly instructing me not to move (no that I could go anywhere easily even if I tried).

He opened the door so that he could use the dome light to help him in his search. "Shit! Okay Lay; I think your jeans are still outside… Okay, I'm just going to grab them and your jacket for you okay? Wait here."

I nodded with full understanding about what he needed to do. He smiled warmly with his true concern for me showing in his eyes before he slipped out of the cab. As soon as I was alone, terror struck me hard and fast.

"DEAN!" I shrieked. "DEAN! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He reappeared at the open door instantly with my jeans hanging from his right hand. "Lay, I'm…" He started before I lunged and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Hey… Hey… I'm here. Shh… I'm here," Dean replied in a soothing tone.

As soon as I had him in my arms, I calmed down considerably. My teeth were no longer chattering, but my skin still felt abnormally warm to the touch and was clammy with sweat. "I know," I sighed, not relenting one bit on my hold on him.

"But Lay," he reasoned with a soft mocking tone. "We can't get your jeans on in a position like this."

"Right… Right," I reluctantly agreed as I sat back.

I could have easily taken my jeans from him but I allowed him to dress me instead. While he pulled the denim up my legs, I gripped his forearms tightly to following his movements. As soon as he finished, he took a step back and I once again leapt forward and latched onto his neck.

"Okay let's get you inside," he said lovingly as he picked me up off the seat.

In his arms, I sobbed softly and nuzzled my face into his neck. He leaned over the edge of the box and pulled out my jacket then wrapped it around my body with a single hand and quietly told me to help him get me into it.

"Don't leave me," I repeated faintly over and over. "Please don't ever leave me."

As he carried me, my breathing steadied, my heartbeat slowed and my body temperature started to cool. On the porch I quietly apologized a few times then offered, "I think I can walk now."

Dean placed my feet on the ground, but held my face so that I wouldn't move. He looked genuinely scared for a brief moment, but the he quickly put on his more usual protective persona. To thank him for his unwavering devotion, I leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips then took his hand and stepped towards the door.

"Lay, wait," he commanded halting my movements. I stared at him dumbly as he placed the back of his hand on my cheek then held my face again. "You're starting to burn up again."

I shivered and my teeth chattered slightly as I nodded in agreement. "Okay, we need to get you into bed so you can rest," he observed wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I took a couple of steps forward but my knees buckled under me with each step. In one fluid motion, Dean slipped his arm under my knees and lifted me off the ground. I once again hid my face in his neck, embarrassed by my feebleness and chanted, "I'm sorry" into his flesh.

He placed me gently on the bed and as he got up to step away, my hand shot out and grabbed him as I desperately cried out, "NO! Don't go! Please Dean? Don't go!"

He knelt down beside the bed and held my face to try to calm me. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and affectionately replied, "I'm not leaving… But Lay… I have to change and then help you out of your clothes so you can sleep."

I nodded then worriedly asked, "But that's it, right? Then you'll crawl into bed with me?"

"Yeah Lay that's it," he answered sounding confused. "Now I'm just going to the end of the bed to grab you one of my shirts out of my duffle, okay? Do you… Do you think that you can undress yourself?"

Without speaking, I sat up and started unbuttoning my jacket. Dean stood up and moved over to his bag as quickly as his feet would take him. My hands started to shake, which made getting out of my jeans difficult, but I found that if I watched him, I could stay calm enough to finish the task at hand. By the time he got back to me, I was sitting on the edge of his bed in just my cotton briefs hugging my body and shivering uncontrollably.

"Here Lay, let's get you into this." When he touched my arm, my whole body sunk towards his hand and I let out a loud satisfied moan.

Before he could finish unfolding my arms, I grabbed his free hand and placed it on my cheek. "This is good too Dean."

Dean laughed despite himself as I rubbed my cheek against his palm. "But you have a fever, you really need to rest."

"Mmm hmm," I hummed completely lost in his touch.

I had my eyes closed, so I missed watching Dean trying to dress me with one hand. "Lay? Can you stand up?" Nodding, I stood, but just kept rubbing my face on his hand. He somehow managed to finish pulling up a pair of his boxers over my hips once I was standing then he whispered, "You have to let go of my hand for a second." He released my cheek and I whimpered at the lack of connection between us.

He leaned over and picked up a t-shirt and slipped it over my head. Dean had to guide each of my arms through the sleeves and once they were through, I pulled him close to me.

"Lay?" He chuckled uneasily. "I kind of need my arms so I can get ready for bed."

"Just another minute Dean," I replied through a sigh breathing in his scent off his chest.

He ran his hands under my shirt and pressed his palms to my back. I tried to mold myself back into them and smiled softly, but mostly just to myself. My head lulled back slightly and Dean kissed my neck gently as he guided me down onto the bed. He slowly retracted his hands but made sure that the flesh of his palms remained in constant contact with my skin for as long as he possibly could.

"Dean? Dean?" I called out faintly.

The bed dipped down beside me and he trailed his hand over my t-shirt clad stomach and up my chest. At the neck of my borrowed shirt, he flipped his hand over and slipped it down between my breasts.

"You really need to try to rest, okay? If your fever hasn't broken by morning then I'll check and see if Bobby has anything to help," he explained while extracting his hand and kissing my temple.

I rolled onto my side and cuddled into his body without saying a word. After I put my head on his shoulder, I threw my arm over his chest and a leg over his thigh in an attempt to ensure as much of his flesh was touching mine.

Long after I had fallen asleep, Dean remained awake, staring at the ceiling. He absentmindedly combed his fingers through my hair thinking, She just missed me… That's all this is… She missed me… And now it's topped off with some kind of flu… That's all this is.

"So she made it home last night?" Bobby asked as he poured each of them another cup of coffee. "How's she doing? How'd she look? That poor girl's been through so much these last few months."

"She looks great Bobby," Sam answered cheerfully as he opened up another book in front of him.

"Good… That's good… Dean? Son? Is there something we should know?" Bobby asked when he saw that the younger hunter was staring into his untouched coffee mug.

"Huh? Oh… It's nothing… I just think she caught a bug or something. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about though," Dean answered not sounding overly convincing.

"A bug? What makes you say that?"

"Well she had a fever and when we came back into the house, she was feeling kind of faint," Dean explained evasively.

"Back inside?" Bobby clarified with a quirked eyebrow.

"Uh yeah… Anyway, when I woke up it seemed like her fever had broken, so it can't be too bad." Dean finished then gulped down his coffee to keep from having to elaborate further.

"Well the medicine cabinet is stock if you need…" Bobby started to say while cleaning up the dishes and placing them in the sink.

"DEAN! DEAN!" They heard me screaming from upstairs. "DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU? DEAN!"

The eldest Winchester fell through the bedroom door first with Sam and Bobby hot on his heels. He nearly leapt from the doorway onto the bed where I was seated and still yelling for him.

"Dean! You said you wouldn't leave me!" I sobbed into his shirts after throwing myself into his chest.

He petted my hair and rubbed my back saying, "I was just downstairs… Shh… I didn't leave you."

I took in a few choppy breaths and relented on my hold slightly. After I rested my head on his shoulder, I more calmly replied, "But you weren't here, I got scared… I worried."

"Yeah, I kind of got that," he nervously commented. "You're still burning up, so we should get you back into bed."

I nodded grasping his hand as if my life depended on it. "And I promise, I'll stay here until you fall asleep again," he offered as I burrowed deeper under the covers.

I fell asleep almost immediately with my head on his thigh. Even in my deep slumber, my smile still widened when he started to stroke my face so that my shaking would subside. Sam was kind enough to retrieve a face cloth and he gently wiped way the sweat that was dripping down my face.

Bobby cleared his throat dramatically and both Winchesters quickly turned their attention to him before he gruffly asked, "And I'm guessing that this would be the 'or something' you mentioned?"

Dean looked down at me and forced down a hard swallow then nodded his head. Bobby set his jaw and nodded towards the door in an unquestionable demand for both of them to step outside. Sam scrambled off the bed and followed Bobby into the hall, nearly tripping over his feet as he ran out the door.

Dean hesitated for a moment while he watched me sleep with a worried eye. As he slipped off the bed, I tried to unconsciously follow his movements. Once he was off the bed, Dean knelt down, kissed my cheeks and rolled me back onto the pillows.

"Dean! What aren't you telling us?" Bobby questioned in an angry, hushed tone the moment Dean stepped out into the hall.

"Nothing…"

"Dean!" Bobby interrupted heatedly.

"I mean… Nothing that I know of… It's just that Lay… She kind of freaks out and can't stand to be away from me right now," Dean tried to explain.

Sam looked between them then innocently asked, "Did this start this morning? Because she seemed okay when I saw her last night."

"Well we kissed and she was okay," Dean narrated into his boots. "And then things got worse after we... You know… And…"

"Alright," Bobby mercifully cut in. "So it all started after you were… 'Close'. Now the question at hand is, why?"

I woke up alone again to Dean's scent wafting into my nostrils from his pillow and his shirt that I was wearing. Once I was fully awake, I gripped his pillow tightly and cried into it. As my body started to shake, I almost yelled for him, but I overheard his voice drifting into the room which kept me calm enough to stop me from screaming.

"Seriously Bobby, one minute she's Lay and the next she's trembling and sweating and clinging to me like… Like Becky on Sam."

Sam huffed and rolled his eyes but tried to stay on task. "So what are all over her symptoms?"

"He's right Dean. If we know that then we'll have somewhere to start for our research," Bobby added crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well she's been feverish… Umm… She started shivering something fierce, teeth chattering, unable to coordinate her limbs shivering unless…" Dean looked towards the door uncomfortably as he trailed off.

"Unless?" Bobby and Sam questioned in unison.

"Unless… She…" Dean tried to answer the question, but was distracted by the sound of my whimpering and crying in his room. "Unless she's touching me," he concluded hastily before running into the room.

I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face but was silenced once again by my trembling. All three stood in a stunned silence as they watched my tears mix with the sweat pouring down my hairline. My body was quaking too profusely for me to do anything, but I still tried to convey my thoughts and feelings to Dean with my eyes.

"Fuck… Lay… Come here," Dean softly instructed climbing into bed with me.

As soon as he touched my bare arm, I let out a loud sob. "I'm sorry… I could hear you… I know you didn't abandon me… I just… I just need you…"

I buried my face into his armpit as I continued to cry remorsefully. Sam and Bobby watched, completely horrified as Dean tried his best to comfort me. Dean of course remained solely focused on me until my shaking subsided. Once I was breathing somewhat normally, he looked up at the other two men and shrugged, shaking his head.

After a few minutes of silence, I pulled myself flush with Dean's body and rested my head over his heart. I looked over my shoulder then tried to smile saying, "Hey Bobby. Long time no see."

"I missed you too Koala Bear," Bobby replied loving as he reached out and touched my shoulder.

The neck of the t-shirt had slipped off my shoulder with my movements and when Bobby's palm touched my bare skin it burned. As I flinched away, Bobby quickly retracted his hand and checked his palm for injury. I pulled myself closer to Dean and once again hid from the other two hunters by burying my face in his neck.

Sam quickly checked Bobby's palm then looked over at Dean. "Okay… Dean… You stay… Bobby and I will start looking into possible… Possible… Whatevers."

"I'm so sorry Dean," I whispered behind his ear. Once we were alone, I kissed a spot under his jaw bone then continue along his face until I was straddling his lap and our lips met. "Sorry… I only want you… You and only you…"

In a confused daze, Dean let me kiss and nibble at his flesh. After the words hit his ears, he gently pushed me back, but made sure to keep his hands on the skin on the small of my back.

"Lay? Why? Why are you apologizing?" Dean asked almost politely.

I shifted slightly on his lap so that I could grind against his groin then I kissed his neck again like it was nourishment I needed to survive. "I've really only ever WANTED you… Despite the crushes and lust I felt for others (I tilted my head towards the door to illustrate that point) I only wanted to be with you… Only ever you Dean."

As I attacked his lips, Dean moved his hand to the back of my head to deepen my embraces. Then he took the lead and rolled me over onto my back. Despite my insatiable desire to be with Dean, I still remembered to remind him that we needed to use protection before continuing any further. He pulled his hand away from the night stand and smirked down at me as he showed me the small square package.

Bobby and Sam looked at each other across the kitchen table while they tried to ignore the sounds they were hearing drift down from upstairs.

"So son... You've read about something like this before?" Bobby asked nodding towards the book in Sam's hand.

Sam pried his eyes away from the doorway that lead to the stairs shaking his head. "No… I haven't read anything helpful…"

"Okay? Haven't 'read', but…?" Bobby prodded in an attempt to keep him on task.

"But it does remind me of something," Sam finally answered. When Bobby only offered an annoyed 'Come out with it' look, Sam nearly stumbled over his words explaining, "Not something I read, but something I saw… Famine."

Bobby hung his head dejectedly then turned his eyes to Sam asking, "Really? How so Sam?"

"Well Famine's victims they… WE had to have that one thing that we all craved, no matter what," Sam explained avoiding eye contact. "At first Dean and I only found a pattern with people who were touched… Well marked…" Bobby had yet to connect the dots as Sam almost absentmindedly concluded, "By a Cupid."

Their eyes locked then Bobby muttered, "Balls!"

"Okay… So why do I get the impression that you know something that I don't?" Sam asked sounding more confused than angry.

Bobby got up and pulled out a beer for each of them and handed one to Sam. "I'm sorry son; I thought Dean had told you."

"Told me what?" Sam hoarsely inquired.

"Told you about everything that Raphael said to Addy." Bobby paused to not only compose himself, but also to check that Sam was still with him. "Raphael was 'kind' enough to tell her that not only was Toby a hitch in his plan, but that apparently your nephew is a part of God's actual ultimate plan…"

"'Ultimate plan'? What does that mean?" Sam jumped in sounding even more confused. "I thought Dean and I were God's plan."

"OH GOD! YES! DEAN YES!" They overheard off in the distance.

"Sorry son, but 'were' is the operative term here," Bobby replied nodding for Sam to follow him outside.

By the car Bobby was currently trying to revive, he explained, "When Addy told me about her decision to give up her last baby, she gave me the low down to justify everything to me. Apparently she was able to coerce quite a bit of information from our least favorite Archangel…"

"And…?" Sam inadvertently interrupted.

"And Raphael told her that unbeknownst to pretty much everyone in Heaven, Addy's heart was marked by a Cherub as Dean's perfect match. So Addy figured that God doesn't actually want the Apocalypse to happen because He went behind everyone's backs to link her to Dean just like He had had a Cherub mate your parents to each other to ensure that you two would be born."

Sam sat back and stared at Bobby then almost tearfully asked, "So she thought that Toby was God's way of keeping the world from ending?"

Bobby could see the doubt in the young man's eyes as he added, "No, she knew… Addy seemed to know that God didn't want to destroy this world, no matter how messed up it is…"

"Okay fine," Sam abruptly interjected. "But how does that all play into what's happening now?"

Bobby took a deep breath to settle himself then calmly added, "She's marked and Dean's marked… What do you want to bet that that has something to do with her condition, just like you said?"

"You mean like the couple that ate each other?" Sam asked quietly.

Bobby nodded. "Best lead we have. She HAS to be with Dean, that's gotta be the best place for us to start."

Dean was running his hand down my bare back, watching me sleep peacefully. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt that my fever was still gone and my trembling had completely disappeared. He kept his left hand on my back as he stretched to retrieve his boxers and t-shirt form the floor. That proved to be too difficult, so he briefly broke contact to snatch them up.

As he freed his boxers from his jeans, his phone fell out and he saw that he had a couple of missed calls. He rubbed a few soft circles on my back then moved my hair so he could kiss my shoulder. I continued to quietly snore and didn't move, so he chanced another disconnection to quickly grab his phone before getting dressed.

While his voicemail played back, I rolled over and Dean helped me to cuddle into his side. After he had listened to both of Sam's messages, he sighed then laid down with me still in his arms. I woke up to him kissing my forehead softly while smoothing my hair down my back.

"This is a much better way to wake up," I commented as I ran my hands under his shirt and up his back.

He kissed my head again and pulled the blankets up over me when he felt that my skin was actually somewhat cool to the touch. "How are you feeling?"

I put my head on my pillow so I could look at him then answered, "I feel fine… No shakes and I'm pretty sure the fever's gone." He was still combing his fingers through my hair, but he remained silent. I gently stroked the length of his nose then asked, "So do they have a lead on what's causing this?"

"What? What do you…?"

"Dean I love you, really I do, but it doesn't take a genius to know that is isn't normal for me to only be coherent when I'm touching you."

He leaned in and kissed me then said, "So you weren't just trying to stroke my ego?" I shoved him back slightly, huffing an annoyed, but amused, "Dean." He wrapped his arms around me to hug tightly and more earnestly answered, "They have a theory that they're working off of."

"Okay… Good…" Dean sighed softly so I moved up to kiss him. "As much fun as this isn't, I…"

"I know Lay, I know," Dean quickly interrupted.

"So did they tell you what their theory is?"

He worked a couple of tangles out of the ends of my hair near the small of my back with his fingers and simply replied, "Yep."

When he didn't elaborate, I pushed back on Dean chest and out of his arms angrily asking, "And?"

He let his hands fall to his sides then answered, "And they're working on it."

"Dean, come on, tell me! I… I… Deserve…" My attempt at an angry tirade got interrupted by my teeth starting to chatter.

Dean yanked my arm to pull me back into a hug again. "Shh… When they know for sure what it is, then we'll get into all of it, okay?"

I sniffled back some tears and nodded my head agreeing, "Okay." He wiped away the moisture on my face then I playfully added, "So long as you aren't taking advantage of this just to keep me naked in bed with you."

When the smoke cleared, Sam stared at Bobby then asked, "Did it work?"

The older hunter shrugged and just as Bobby went to answer, two arms wrapped around his chest as he was lifted off the ground.

"Hey you!" After the newcomer put Bobby back down, he turned his attention to Sam saying, "And you again!"

Sam knew that a bear hug from the Cupid was unavoidable, so he stood still and squeezed his eyes shut. His only hope was that by his not resisting that the Angel wouldn't prolong the inevitable.

"So is this the Angel?" Bobby asked after Sam was released from the naked man's embrace.

"Yes I most certainly am! And how can I help the two of you?" Cupid jovially replied.

"We… Uhh… We have a couple of questions for you… And we were hoping to ask you to help us with something," Sam awkwardly explained.

"Of course! Anything for you Sam! I'm not stupid enough to refuse help to anyone who is allied with Castiel."

Sam and Bobby shared a questioning look then Bobby took the lead, "It's about Adelaide Jones…"

The Cherub chuckled saying, "Well Raphael already let the cat out of the bag on that one. Other than the fact that she's finally with her soul mate, what else do you need to know?"

"Something's happened to her…" Bobby tried to continue.

"What? Oh no! Dean already survived her unscheduled detour to Hell. How is he doing? How can I help?" Cupid worriedly implored as he gripped Bobby's shoulders and shook him softly.

"Oh! No… No, it's nothing like that, Addy… She's… She's alive," Sam stammered out when he caught on to the Angel's misunderstanding.

Cupid whipped around and hugged Sam tightly as he exclaimed, "That's such a relief to hear! Okay, then what happened to her?"

Sam and Bobby then explained everything Dean had told them about my condition. During the narration, the Angel started to weep so Sam handed him a box of tissues and they paused every so often until he had calmed.

"Can I… Can I see her?" The Angel asked timidly through his tears.

"Sure, she's upstairs with Dean," Sam answered in a timid, confused tone.

"You still feeling okay?" Dean whispered into my ear.

I nodded then kissed him deeply and rolled him onto his back. After I straddled his midsection, I ran Dean's hands under my t-shirt and up my back. He instantly took the hint and started to run his hands all over any inch of my skin that he could reach.

"So good… Want you… So bad," I panted in a lust-filled tone. My breath hitched slightly when he started to roll my nipples between his fingers. "Oh God… Dean… Please…"

He chuckled softly as he continued kneading my breasts. "Lay, I need a little more turnaround time than that."

"Oh God… Still so… Gggood… Dean…! Dean! Why'd you stop?"

Dean retracted his hands quickly, rolled me off of his lap and pulled the comforter up to cover us even though we were both wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts. I watched him intently, trying desperately not to panic, but remained frozen otherwise.

"Don't any of you dicks know how to knock?" He snapped at someone standing behind me.

"Please Dean; don't be embarrassed about expressing how much you love each other. Nothing makes me happier than seeing two souls connect," the Angel replied so joyfully that he was almost singing.

"'Seeing'? Gross!" Dean scolded the Angel. "Brings a whole new creepy meaning to 'Angels are watching you'," he grumbled to himself.

I rolled over slowly and started to ask, "Who…?" when the naked Cupid stepped forward and interrupted me exclaiming, "They were right!"

His hand thrust forward and I let out a startled cry when it landed heavily on my chest. Before I could say anything else, Cupid tapped my forehead and everything went black.