The knocking sounded pounded its way into Dean's hung-over skull. He groaned as he slid a hand from under the pillow and placed it on the top of his head. He raised his head from the pillow and smacked his lips. The room was dark, except for a light in the corner of the room near the entertainment center. He turned his head to see that Sam's bed was empty. He groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up from the bed, swinging his jean clad legs over the side. He leaned forward and noticed the half empty bottle of scotch. His fingers wrapped around the bottle as he heard the banging again. This time, he recognized the sound. Someone was at the door.

He let out a groan as his stiff body rose from the bed. The slash that was across his stomach burned as he stretched his body to full height. A few days ago, he and Sam tracked down a nest of Vamps and things almost went south.

"Forget your key again Sammy.." When the door opened, his words were left from his mouth as he saw her standing there. "Uh..Lana."

She stepped into the room and noticed the bottle of Scotch sitting open next to the bed. The covers were hanging off onto the floor and the room had the smell of stale cigarettes. She grimaced at the stained carpet. As much as this bothered her, she just couldn't look at Dean. Not dressed like that...er..not dressed. His bare chest was very distracting.

"I'm..I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

Dean noticed her nervousness and it took him a minute to figure out why. Then he looked down, he was wearing no shirt. He quickly walked over to the table and grabbed the shirt. "No..not at all."

Lana flicked her eyes over and watched him put the shirt on, noticing the gash on his stomach. She reached up and moved a piece of hair from her face. "Is..is that new?"

Dean looked down and ran his finger over the wound. "Uh..yeah..."

"Might want to clean that..might get infected..or something.." She trailed off as she looked away from him.

"You offering?" He smiled at her as he slid the buttons into the slit.

"Is..uh..your brother here?" Lana was getting extremely nervous being around just him.

"He..uh..I don't know where he is, he uh..wasn't here when I woke up.' He walked over to the bottle of scotch and held it up, titling it to her. "Would you like some?"

"No..No..I hate Scotch." Dean was in mid pour as she uttered that statement and he had to pause. The Lana in his fantasy world was a carbon copy of him, something he wished he had. But as odd as it sounded, he was kinda happy to hear her say that. She was the complete opposite of Dean and maybe that's why he fancied her so much. She was more his brothers type: smart, pretty and classy. "I would have been here sooner, but I had to wait until Jessica went back to work." She walked over to the bed that was made and slowly sat down on the edge, the mattress creaking under weight. Her back was ram rod straight as she placed her left hand in her lap.

"She, seems a little over protective of you." Dean grabbed a glass from the cabinet.

"Well..her fear was grounded, you aren't who you say you are." He turned to her in mid pour. "Am..am I right?"

"We didn't mean to pull the wool over your eyes, Lana. Some people don't believe in this kind of stuff. Am I right?" His green eyes pierced into her soul and she had to look away.

"M..my mother was killed by a drunk driver. The person that made that careless mistake, he was never found. He took my life from me. So excuse me, Agent Perry or Whateveryournameis..."

"Dean Winchester."

" I stopped believing in heaven or hell." Lana sighed and closed her eyes trying to find the right words. "When..when did you start believing in...the supernatural."

Dean walked across the green carpet, his boots muffled by the threads as he slowly sat next to her. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees and his hand clutched around the glass. "When my mother was killed by one."

Lana turned her head to see him staring off across the motel room, such a grief stricken look he had on his face. She could see the lines of worry and anger etched onto his face. "Dean..I didn't..."

Dean let out a sigh and took a sip from the tumbler. "Dad threw us into this when we were just kids. I was eight when he started hunting..this demon. Me being the older brother I had to look after Sammy."

"And you've been doing it all this time? Oh Dean.." She slid her left hand over onto his making him turn to look at her. "You don't have to do this..you can just walk away from it.."

"But I can't."

"Why?"

"Because, if I can save people, if I can prevent them from having the same fate as me. Maybe it's all worth it. Maybe your worth just a little bit of happiness."

"So are you." She moved her eyes down to his shirt which was half-open and her hands slowly moved to his stomach. When her fingers brushed against the wound, she felt his muscles contract under her touch.

She flicked her eyes up to his as she swung a leg over his, her thighs touching his hips. She took her left hand and slid it into his hair as she lowered her face until their noses touched. "I dream about you. You were there." Her lips brushed his as she pulled back to look at him.

"Lana..."

"Be happy Dean,' Lana smiled as she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his skin.

He let out a sigh as he slid his hands around her back, moving up and down as they kissed. He moved them over until she was lying on her back, his body coming down on top of hers as their tongues mated. He ran his hand along her thigh, moving the hem of her dress up her lean legs, bunching at her waist.

His lips nibbled her collarbone as he rubbed her smooth leg, Lana groaning at the sensation. His hands were so very gentle, but she could feel the callouses and the roughness. It was such a different contrast from her own, it was pleasurable.

She let out a sigh as she felt his fingers slip into the hem of her panties coming in contact with her wetness. He was adding more, stretching her body as he kissed her, his tongue wetting her lips and then plunging inside and then back out again to nibble on her lips again. This was the same movement he was doing with his fingers and it made her moan against his mouth. She moved her hands down to his ass and squeezed the flesh, feeling the rumble against her chest.

"Dean.." Her breathless moan made him raise his head to look her in the eyes. He felt her body tightened against him as his eyes never left hers watching as he brought her to a earth shattering climax.

As she lay there coming down from her high, she watched him undress and god was he gorgeous. Muscular chest that rippled as he struggled with his pants, tight abs that quivered as she ran her finger along the six pack. Her fingers traced the many small scars he had along his rib cage, his stomach and his hips.

His body slid along hers as he moved her legs around to his waist. He savored her lips as he slowly rocked inside of her, feeling her nails bite into his back, her moans vibrating against his ear and her body moving against him. Within minutes, he sighed her name as he nuzzled his face into her neck.