Takes place six months later. Dean finds himself fighting for his life as he makes a deal with a demon that will send him packing to hell. He joins the hunt with Sam, not realizing that his actions are tearing him and Lana apart

***Mature Content*****

Those jeans should be illegal in 50 states. That was the first thought that had popped into her head as she watched him walk through those red doors, a swagger to his step that screamed sexuality. Her eyes swept down to those very tight jeans, the way they hugged his thighs letting her really see how bow legged they really were. A pair of brown Gore-Tex boots carried him over to the pool table and her eyes followed him.

She was the first thing he had spotted when he walked into the bar. She was over at the bar, sitting at the stool, with her legs crossed. He couldn't help but smile as he noticed the tight red dress on her, the slit up her thigh letting him see her bare legs. Long, lean legs that he wanted wrapped around him. Instead of joining her at the bar he walked through the bar to where the pool table was located in the back of the room.

She grabbed her glass off the bar and slid off the stool and made her way towards the pool, feeling every male in the bar looking at her. He was bent over the pool, his concentration on the balls in front of him as she leaned her hands on the wood. "You play alone?"

He raised his eyes up at the voice to see her standing across from him, bent over at the waist, her hands resting on the table. From this vantage point, he could see a wonderful view of cleavage. He slid her a lopsided grin "Baby, I never play alone. Much more fun with a partner. You?"

"Oh," She walked over to the rack and slid out a pool stick and flicked her eyes between him and the tip of the stick. "Sometimes it's fun to play by yourself." She licked her bottom lip as she took the chalk and slowly ran it around the tip as she looked over at him. "What are we playing for?"

"Hmmm..." Dean Winchester smiled as he straightened up and watched as she ran the chalk around the tip of the pool stick, feeling his jeans get just a little bit tighter. "I win, I take you back to my place."

"Hmm..interesting." She slid the stick between her fingers as she walked up to the table. "And what if I win?"

"Then, you take me to your place."

"So either way," She smiled at him as she moved her hands up and down the cue stick. "You win."

He licked his bottom lip and slid her a smile. "Sweetheart, we both win."

"You're really sure about yourself, aren't you?"

He leaned over the table and took the balls and placed them inside the rack and looked up at her. "Pretty much"

"OK, Big Stuff..let's see what you are made of."

Ten minutes later, Dean let out a sigh as he watched the ball sink into the hole and he looked up at her to see the smug look on her face. "So my place then?"

"A deal is a deal." She moved past him and looked over at her shoulder. "You coming?"

She turned to him as he shut the front door and then back to the living room. "Nice place you have." She looked at him as she slid off her high heels and tossed them on the recliner. "Not expecting anybody are you?"

"Uh..." Dean watched as she reached behind her and slid down the zipper of her dress, his voice hitched in his throat as the fabric crumpled to the floor. His eyes slid to the bra she had on, or lack there of. The fabric was lacey and see through, letting him see her beautiful curves. A pair of matching black panties sat low on a pair of large hips. God, this woman is so beautiful. "You're boyfriend is one lucky son of a bitch."

She tossed her dark hair and smiled at him as she motioned for him to come to her. "Yes he is, come here baby"

Dean groaned as he slid his hands around her lower back, his soft, full lips finding the spot just below her ear. She let out a moan and tossed her hair back as he devoured her neck. "Oh Dean."

He kissed her ear lobe as he moved across her cheek and found her mouth. "I love your name on my lips, Lana. Say my name again"

"Dean," She sighed as he kissed her hard, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She felt him backing her up, her bare legs hit the leather of the couch and she was gently pushed down into the cushions. His body slid up hers as he pressed her into the couch, his hips surged forward and rocked against her, feeling the heat through the satin of her panties. As he continued to move his tongue inside her mouth, he slid his hand down her body. She moaned against his lips as he squeezed her right breast, his finger and thumb lightly pinched her nipple.

He then moved down to her stomach, feeling the curves of her stomach and hips, his fingers finally found the band. He snapped them against her hip and smiled against her mouth as she moaned. He stopped kissing her as his jade green eyes gazed into hers. He moved off her body and she felt his eyes over her body. She never felt creep out by the way he looked at her. To him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she was all that mattered.

His finger moved along her collar bone, his eyes followed as they traced along her breast. They slid underneath the fabric of her bra and skimmed over her erect nipples. His eyes followed as he traced the skin on her stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch. He didn't look at her as he slid her panties off her hips, she raised up just a bit to help out, then over her slim legs and was flung in the room somewhere. He then positioned her to where she was sitting, his body placed between them. He slid his hang along her thigh as he looked up at her, the look making her body tingle.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Lana." His voice was deep with his passion, his green eyes were dark. He moved his hand further along her thigh, coming so close to where she wanted him.

To let him know, she arched her hips up and slowly moved them in a circle. "I..want...ahh..." She sighed as she felt the roughness of his palm moved up and down her thigh. "I want..."

"This." He growled as two fingers traced her opening, which was slick with her need.

" .." She whispered. Her eyes were shut so tightly she was starting to see lights burst behind her eyes, or maybe that was because he was teasing her.

"Open your eyes."

Lana obeyed. Dean was the one that had brought her out of her sexual shell. He was the one who made her feel sexy and the one who made her come over and over. He never pushed her to do anything she wasn't ready for. He was patient and he was selfless. He would spend hours making sure she was satisfied before he let himself go.

She kept her gaze on him as he slid two fingers inside of her warmth, his thumb brushed over her clit. Her moans and the grinding of her hips spurred him on as he kissed her thigh. She instinctively arched her hips up as she felt his mouth slid over her heat and wetness. His lips, teeth and tongue sucked and nibbled her into a frenzied, moaning mess.

When Dean finally claimed her, it was so gentle and slow that Lana writhed beneath him. Tonight she needed him in the worst way possible. Frustrated with this, she pushed him off of her and he was about to protest as she pushed him into the couch. But those words were stolen from him as he felt her hands wrap around his large girth. He let out a groan as she slid onto him, her body arching backwards.

Dean wanted to draw this out, to make it last, but the way she was riding him, that wasn't going to happen. When minutes later, he felt her loose control on top of him, he joined her with a loud groan.

His eyes snapped open and they struggled to focus in the darkness of the living room. He was lying near the fireplace, the fire now just glowing ash, his hand draped over her hip. He raised his head and blinked a few times as his sight acclimated to the lack of light.

He could hear her soft breathing, the tick of the grand father clock in the corner of the room and the fridge humming. That's not what woke him. His hunter instincts began to prickle, as he slowly moved his hand of her hip. He blindly felt for his jeans and found them over by the potted plant. His hand slid into the back pocket and extracted his colt.

He was no longer a hunter in the sense that he didn't join Sam anymore. No, after learning he was about to be hells bitch in a few months, he decided to be with Lana. He had been doing this for so long, it wasn't as simple as turning off a light switch. What Lana didn't know, was that Dean had spray painted the house with demon traps. There was huge one in front of the door which was currently covered by a huge rug.

Footsteps. They were coming from the porch. Dean slid back the trigger on the colt and slowly walked to the large picture window and moved back the red curtains and peered outside into the front yard. From the lighting he could see the rose garden that surrounded a huge oak tree as moon light highlighted the grass. He could see the glint of a windshield and he noticed the black car that was parked across the street.

He glanced over to see Lana still sleeping by the fireplace, so he quietly opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch, keeping his gaze on the car. He could see the dark shape of the person sitting in the driver's seat.

As he placed his hand on the gate, the headlights flashed on and then off and Dean let out a breath. He slid the colt back into his jeans as he strode across the road and approached the car.

"Sam? What the hell are you doing here...Lana catches you here.."

"I got a tip on where Lilith is. You in or out?" Sam tore his gaze from the house and at his brother.

Dean turned his body as he looked at the house, imaging Lana lying near the fireplace, knowing he had to do this for her. For the second time in his life, he turned his back on her and he turned to his brother. "We got work to do."