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Chapter 2

Addison sank the eight ball into the corner pocket with a satisfied smile on her face as she stood fully and put her left hand on her hip as she looked up at a surprised looking Sam. "There is no way you should have been able to make that shot," he said as he looked up from the table and at her.

"I'm just that good, Sam," she said. "I can out hustle a hustler." Sam's eyebrows rose slightly as a smile fluttered across his lips while Addison laughed and picked up the money they had laid out on the side of the table. She pulled out the cash that he had laid down and held it out to him. "However, tonight I'll make an exception."

"You won fair and square," he said as he shook his head, but Addison smiled and shrugged before she tucked the money in the unbuttoned pocket of the over shirt he was wearing.

"Maybe, but I've got a soft spot for cute guys," she said, "and besides you're going to get me a drink aren't you? We'll call it even then." Sam laughed and nodded his head.

"Alright, fair enough," he said and Addison patted his chest before she walked over to the table where her sister and Dean were settled at while Sam headed towards the bar. They were talking and it was obvious by the look that Dean was giving her sister that Addison was probably going to be going back to the motel alone.

"Hey guys," Addison said as she stopped next to Allison and smiled between the pair. "So, what were you guys talking about?"

"Annoying younger siblings," Allison said and Addison rolled her eyes.

"Please, you know you love me," Addison said before she turned her eyes to Dean. "So, Dean, did you enjoy watching your brother get his ass kicked?" Dean frowned and so did Allison.

"You guys are done already? Didn't you just break a minute ago?" Dean asked and Addison laughed.

"Wow, you two weren't even paying attention," she said and Allison blushed lightly while she looked at Dean, who shrugged and turned his eyes to Allison with a grin on his face.

"I had some good company," he said and Allison smiled as their gaze held. Addison grabbed her leather jacket from the back of Allison's chair and shrugged it on over her arms before she walked away from the pair. She spotted Sam heading their way with two beers in hand, but she stopped him.

"What's up?" he asked and Addison smiled.

"I think our siblings have taken a liking to each other," she said and Sam looked up and over to where Dean and Allison sat. "We should probably give them some space." Sam looked back down at Addison and smiled.

"Sure, let's find a place to sit then?" he asked and she nodded before they started to weave their way through the people in the bar in search of a table. Allison looked away from Dean and to where her sister had been standing only to frown when she saw the empty space. She looked back at Dean, who laughed lightly at her confused face as he brought his nearly empty beer to his lips.

"I swear I need to put a bell on her sometimes," Allison said as she shook her head and sat back on the stool.

"So, what do you say we get out of here?" he asked. Allison bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as Dean stood from his stool and walked over so he was standing next to her and leaning on the table so his eyes were even with hers.

"I thought I told you I don't break eas-," she didn't get to finish because Dean leaned in and pressed his lips to hers for a fraction of a second. Allison sighed when he pulled away and her blue-gray eyes met his green.

It had been almost three years since she had any sort of interest in a guy, and Dean was the first guy that had her shaking in her boots with a simple smile. She knew his type and had seen plenty of guys like him in her sister's bed over the last seven years; he was a love 'em and leave 'em type and for the first time in her life she really didn't care. All she wanted was to feel his lips on hers again. Hell, she wanted to feel all of him against her.

"Yours or mine?" she asked and Dean grinned before he helped her down from the stool and turned his head so he was gazing down at her as she settled on her feet.

"How about mine? Sammy will know to steer clear for a while," he said, his voice soft and heavy. Allison nodded as she licked her lips.

"I just have to find Addie to give her the keys to the truck," she said and Dean laced his right hand into her left.

"Let's look for her then," he said before he turned away from her and they made their way through the bar. Thankfully, it didn't take them long to find Sam and Addison and Allison reached into the front pocket of her jeans and pulled out the truck keys before tossing them at Addison. Addison caught them with ease and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"I'll see you later, Addie," Allison said and Addison smirked.

"Okay," Addison said before she laughed when Dean sent her a wink and practically dragged Allison from the bar. Addison turned her eyes to Sam who raised his eyebrows and gave her a tight, forced smile. "Does your brother do this often?"

"Not lately," Sam said after he took a long drink of his beer. "It's been a while since . . . well . . .,"

"I get it," Addison said as she nodded, "but know this; if he hurts my sister, he better be able to run fast." Sam smirked and leaned in a little closer to her.

"Why's that?" he asked, curious as to what the threat was going to be.

"Because I'm a big fan of castration," she deadpanned before she took a sip of her beer and Sam let out a hearty laugh before he too took a drink from his bottle. He decided that he liked Addison at that moment. She was sweet, with just enough crazy to keep a guy on his toes.

Dean had no more pulled Allison into the motel room and flicked on a light before he had her pinned against the door and started kissing her heatedly. No protest fell from Allison's lips as she battled Dean for dominance in the kiss, and when she felt the heat of his calloused hands against her torso after he pushed up her tank top she relented slightly and allowed him control of the kiss.

Her hands pushed at his light jacket and his hands left her long enough to shrug out of it before he grabbed her firmly and held her to his chest as he started walking them towards one of the beds. Still never breaking their kiss, Allison shrugged her arms out of her jacket while Dean pulled the dark material from her body, throwing it with his jacket on the floor. His lips left hers as his right hand cradled her head and his lips moved down her neck, making her knees shake with need and her body to feel like it was on fire.

"Dean," she breathed and he raised his head from her skin and she looked at him with hooded eyes. "Too many clothes," she said as she started to push at his over shirt and he smirked again, revealing the dimples that she had been enticed with since she had first noticed them in the bar. Dean took off his over shirt while she pulled at the hem of his t-shirt and the second the fabric was off his body his lips found hers again as he grabbed the hem of her tank top and started to lift it from her body. He pulled his lips away as she raised her arms and he pulled the thin cotton from her. She lowered her hands and rested them on his chest as she started to lean up to kiss him, but stopped and gasped as she looked at his chest. Dean frowned, his hands on her back and at the clasp of the beige lace bra she was wearing.

"What's wrong?" he asked before he cleared his throat, her eyes glued to the tattoo on his chest. "What? You've never seen a tattoo before?" he teased and her eyes snapped from his chest and up to his face.

"You're a hunter?" she asked, her voice quivering a bit and Dean's eyebrows rose as he tried to keep his face neutral.

"What?" he asked with a forced laugh and Allison pushed away from him. Dean let his arms fall away from her as she stepped back and looked at him. Her face was flushed from more than their recent activities, and her eyes were wide but he wasn't sure if it was concern or worry he saw in the blue-gray depths of her eyes.

"You're a hunter," she said instead of asked that time.

"How did you-," he started but she sighed and turned around, gathering her hair around her shoulder as she did so. It was then that he saw it. Settled on her back in between and just above her shoulder blades rested the very same protection tattoo he had on his chest. She turned back around and looked him square in the eyes. "You're . . .," he trailed off and Allison nodded not really wanting him to throw her words back at her.

"Talk about a small world," she said lightly.

"All that stuff about the road trip?" he asked, a dark eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"I didn't lie about the places Addie and I have been the last couple of months," she said, "I just lied about what we did while we were there." Dean nodded his head before he sighed and ran his hand over his mouth. "You and Sam . . . you're here on a hunt?"

"Yeah," he said. "Is that why you're here?"

"No," she said. "We just came off of one, several actually. We've been going six weeks straight and stopped here to rest up a while before going out again." She felt odd talking to him in only her bra, jeans, and boots, but she was covered and it wasn't like she really wanted to get dressed right away. She certainly didn't want him to put his shirt on again. Dean nodded before he noticed that the surprise had left her eyes and she was looking at him like she had been in the bar. Smiling, he slowly closed the distance between the two of them and Allison felt her heart skip a few beats as he moved in.

"So, does that mean we have to stop?" he asked and Allison bit her lip as she looked up at him and he raised his right hand to her face, holding her head gently in his hand.

Addison and Allison had one rule that they had had since they had took on hunting full time after their father died; never get mixed up with another hunter. It only led to heartache and trouble down the line. The life of a hunter wasn't easy and far from ideal for any sort of relationship other than friendship, but Allison wanted Dean. She wanted him so bad that her entire body was screaming at her, and she knew that as soon as Dean and Sam finished their job they'd be gone just as quickly as they rolled in. She knew that she'd probably never see him again. It was only going to be one night and Addison was probably going to kill her when she found out, but at that moment she really didn't care.

"That depends," she said. "Do you want to?"

"God no," he said seriously and Allison smiled.

"Then no, we don't ha -," Allison was a little annoyed that he had cut her off for the second time by kissing her, but she certainly wasn't going to complain.

Dean's hand moved from her face to the back of her head, his fingers lacing and locking into her hair. Her cooler hands settled on his waist while his left hand moved to her back and with a flick of her wrist she felt the fabric of her bra loosen around her body. Dean's deathlike grip on her hair loosened as well as he pulled his lips from hers and moved both of his hands to her shoulders and to her bra straps. His eyes locked with hers as he slowly pulled the material away, freeing her chest from the confines of the cotton, lace and wire. He tossed her bra aside and in one swift movement lifted her from the floor and brought her to the bed.

He laid her down, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply and Allison's hands moved from her shoulders to his chest. She had felt more than saw a scar on his upper left arm/shoulder, but she really could care less about it. Her body was littered with various scars; a bullet wound on her left thigh and several slashes along her stomach. She was surprised she didn't feel more, but her attention was suddenly diverted when his lips left hers and started trailing down her neck and to her chest. She gasped and arched her back into him as she laced her right hand into his short hair. He didn't linger there long and she whimpered in protest when she felt him pull back completely after placing several kisses along her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked down to see him making quick work of her boots only to hear him chuckle after taking her right boot off.

"Nice," he said after he took off her ankle sheath and silver knife before he held it up for her to see. "Do you ever go anywhere naked?"

"Not really; unless I'm otherwise occupied," she said with a smile and Dean smirked as he tossed the knife onto the nightstand before leaning back over Allison and kissing her gently as he started to unbutton her jeans. She pulled her lips from his and pressed her forehead against his when he started to tug the form fitting material from her hips. "In about two seconds you're going to be a little overdressed."

"Which will be remedied very shortly," he said before he pulled back and freed her of her jeans and underwear in one swift pull. He stood from the bed then and tugged off his shoes before he took off his jeans and boxers and rejoined Allison on the bed. Allison watched Dean disrobe before he covered her body with his and started kissing and touching her yet again. While he kissed her, his hand slid across her hip before his fingers dipped into the apex of her legs.

Allison gasped against Dean's lips as her hips moved up on their own accord to meet his fingers. The kiss they shared became rougher, but Dean's touch against her was gentle and it was a heady combination. When she felt him slip a finger between her folds and move his finger along with his hand against her, she tore her lips from his and cried out in surprise at the sudden rush and quivering that over took her senses. She was gasping as she pushed his hand away and took control, flipping him over so he was lying back on the bed and looking up at her with wide, lust filled eyes.

Dean hadn't expected her to cum as quickly as she did, but she had and he felt a little satisfaction in knowing he had been the one that had made her beautiful face contort the way it had as she quietly screamed. Allison straddled his waist, her hips just inches from his as she leaned down and kissed Dean deeply while her hair came down around them and created a curtain around their faces. He raised his right hand to her face and pushed some of her hair way before he held it in place.

"Please tell me you have something," she breathed against his lips.

"Yeah. Bag beside the bed," he said back and she pressed her lips to his once more before moving away from him and sifting through his bag next to the bed. She found the small box rather quickly and pulled a foil package from inside. They were both practically panting as she slid down his body so she was straddling his thighs and soon protection was properly in place. She moved back up his body and leaned over him again, kissing him softly while Dean turned her over so she was now lying with her back on the bed. He broke the kiss and looked down at her as he settled himself between her legs.

"It's been a really long time," she whispered honestly as her eyes held Dean's and he swallowed roughly and licked his lips. "Be gentle," she requested and he nodded in agreement as he kissed her and slowly slid into her; both moaning quietly at the feel.

Addison drove Sam back to the motel a few hours after Allison had left with Dean. She parked the truck and killed the engine with a soft sigh as she looked at him. "So, which room is yours?" Addison asked and Sam pointed towards the only room whose curtain covered window shined with light.

"Looks like they picked Dean's room, huh?" he asked and Addison laughed quietly.

"Looks like," she said. "Do you want to wait in my room for a while?"

"That's all right," Sam said. "I feel like going for a walk." Addison nodded and the pair climbed out of the truck.

"It was nice to meet you, Sam," Addison said and Sam smiled at her.

"It was nice to meet you too, Addie," he said. "Good night."

"Good night," she said back before she went over to the door to her room and went inside. Sam sighed quietly and stretched his arms above his head before he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Ruby. It had been a few days since he talked to her, and he wanted to know if she had come up with anything else about where Lilith might be.

Allison laid on the bed next to Dean and just watched him sleep for a few minutes. Even sleeping he was beautiful, maybe even more so since his features were relaxed and soft. They had had sex twice and after the second time, Dean had pulled her close and fell asleep a short time later. The lights were still on, so, she had clearly seen the scar she had felt on his shoulder. To her surprise it was a burned handprint, and she wondered how he got it. She glanced at the alarm clock on the table in between the two double beds and mentally cursed when she saw that it was nearly one in the morning.

Carefully, she climbed out of Dean's arms and from the bed before she gathered her clothes Dean had scattered about the room. She glanced at Dean while she pulled on her clothes and thankfully he was still sound asleep. He was even snoring softly and Allison smiled as she pulled on her boots and then shrugged on her jacket. She walked around the bed and leaned down to him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Good bye Dean," she whispered before she quietly made her way to the door and slipped outside only to stop short when she saw Sam standing on the other side with his hand poised to knock. Allison smiled at him and thanks to the light of the overhang shining directly down on them, she knew Sam could clearly see the blush she felt burning on her cheeks. "Hi," she said quietly and Sam smiled as he lowered his hand and glanced behind Allison and at his sleeping brother.

"Hi," he said back and Allison stepped out his way.

"You weren't waiting outside all this time were you?" she asked and Sam chuckled quietly and shook his head.

"No," he said. "Addie brought me back about a half an hour ago. I went for a walk and was just about to knock."

"Sorry," Allison said as she tucked her hair behind her ears and Sam shook his head again.

"It's fine, Allie," he said and Allison forced a smile.

"Well, good night," she said before she turned away from him and rushed down the sidewalk before quickly slipping into her room. Sam sighed quietly and went into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Look at you, looking all relaxed and satisfied," Addison said when Allison slinked back into the room and Allison's blush had yet to diminish. "So, how was it?"

"Every second was worth the tongue lashing you're going to give me when I tell you something," Allison said as she took off her boots and jacket, and walked over to her bag where she pulled out her pajamas and fresh under clothes she planned on putting on after a shower. Addison frowned and sat up on the bed, tossing the magazine she had been reading to the side.

"What does that mean?" Addison asked and Allison sighed quietly as she looked at her sister.

"Dean and his brother . . . they're . . .," she bit her lip which made Addison uneasy. Allison only ever bit her lip when she was nervous about something.

"Spit it out already, Allie," Addison said and Allison took a deep breath.

"They're hunters," she whispered and closed her eyes as she braced herself for her sister's explosion.

"WHAT?"