Hello everyone. I suppose everyone's heard by now that Jensen Ackles is directing (or directed since they filmed it this past week) the fourth episode of season six and I was wondering what you all thought about that? It's only got me looking forward to season six all the more. I think he's an amazing actor (Jared's amazing too! They both do such a great job on the show and I always seem to cry when they do!), and something tells me that he probably has a great eye and will rock at directing. Okay, enough rambling, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and just as a warning there is a bit of adult situations at the end. Thanks for reading and PLEASE let me know what you think!

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Chapter 9

Allison woke to the sound of a steady rhythm under her left ear. She was warm and comfortable, so, she really didn't really want to wake up. Sighing quietly she pressed her head a little further into her pillow only to realize that her pillow was rather firm and the steady rhythm she heard was coming from her pillow, which smelled oddly like Dean. Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked several times at the brightness of the room before her eyes adjusted to the light. When she raised her head slightly she saw that she was lying on the sofa, well, more like lying on top of Dean as he slept on the sofa in Bobby's library.

She wasn't sure why she was lying on top of Dean, but she did remember feeling incredibly tired as she sat with him and talked quietly. Addison and Sam had came in shortly after Allison had pulled away from the embrace she had shared with Dean, and Addison had gone up to the room Bobby had said they could sleep in. Allison wasn't sure where Sam was, but at that moment she could really care less. Her eyes were focused on Dean's sleeping face and she smiled slightly.

He looked years younger as he slept peacefully with his right arm wrapped securely around her waist and despite the fact that he was sleeping she knew she wasn't moving from where she laid. She hadn't realized how long or how thick his eyelashes were until she saw them gently brushing against his skin. She envied his lashes even though hers were relatively long they weren't nearly as thick as his were. He was better looking when he slept even though his mouth was open slightly and a soft snore escaped his lips. However, she was pretty sure she would have still found him beautiful even if he was drooling. Suddenly, her bladder was protesting and she sighed knowing she was going to have to wake up Dean if she was going to be able to get up so she could use the bathroom.

"Dean," Allison whispered as she slid her hand up his chest and rested it next to her head. Dean didn't move and Allison sighed again. "Dean," she said once more but she still got no response.

A smile crossed her lips as she thought of a way to wake him up and she started peppering his jaw and chin with feather light kisses before she raised herself up enough to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Unexpectedly, Dean's left hand raised and settled on the side of her face while his right arm wrapped around her even tighter before he started kissing her fiercely. At first, Allison was too stunned to respond but it didn't take her long to return his kiss just as heatedly.

"So," she breathed when she finally pulled her lips from his and Dean grinned as he looked up at her with sleep filled eyes. "Were you awake the first or the second time I called your name?" she asked and Dean chuckled as he ran his thumb along her cheek.

"First," Dean said, his voice husky. "I just wanted to see what you were going to do if I didn't wake up, and I'm glad I did. That's a hell of a way to wake up." Allison rolled her eyes and smacked his chest playfully, which made Dean chuckle.

"Okay, let me up," she said.

"Why? I like you where you are," he said as his left hand left her face and settled on her back with his right hand.

"I have to pee," she said honestly and a full laugh escaped his lips.

"That's a little too much information, Allie," Dean said through his smile and he loosened his hold on her, allowing her to stand from where she laid. Allison smiled before she adjusted her t-shirt and shrugged.

"You're the one that asked," she said before she leaned down and kissed him briefly once more before turning away from him and going upstairs to where she knew one of the bathrooms rested. Dean sighed quietly as he sat up and stretched out his back, his arms going above his head.

"Morning," came Bobby's rough voice and Dean looked towards the open sliding doors to see Bobby standing there with a cup of coffee in hand. Dean nodded in greeting before he stood from the sofa and nearly tripped over Allison's boots that he had taken off her feet before he had laid them down on the sofa. "So, you and Allison?" Bobby asked and Dean sighed quietly as he looked at Bobby once more.

"Yeah," Dean said and Bobby nodded as he took a drink from the mug in his hand. "That's it? No speech about how she's too good for me or crap like that?" Dean asked with a frown and Bobby shrugged.

"She's an adult and can make her own decisions," Bobby said, "but if you hurt her . . ." Bobby trailed off and Dean grinned as he nodded, knowing exactly where the older man was going.

"Got any more of that coffee?" Dean asked and Bobby nodded before the two men made their way into the kitchen.

After using the facilities and washing her hands, Allison went downstairs and into the kitchen where she heard Dean and Bobby talking. However, when she walked in the room the conversation immediately stopped as both men looked her way. "Do I want to know what you two were talking about?" Allison asked as she walked over to the half full coffee pot and poured herself a cup after grabbing a mug from the counter. Neither man answered her question, so, deciding not to push it she finished fixing her coffee. Allison added several spoonfuls of sugar and a bit of milk to her coffee before turning around to face the men as they sat at the cramped table Bobby had settled in the kitchen near his wall of telephones labeled with different agencies.

"Do either of you know where Sam and Addie are?" she asked before she took a tentative sip of the hot bitter liquid in her cup. "I check the spare room for Addie, but she wasn't there."

"They went to get some breakfast," Bobby said. "They left about five minutes before the two of you woke up."

"They should be back soon," Dean said, "and it's a good thing too because I'm starving." Allison laughed quietly as she walked over to the table and sat her coffee cup down on the table.

"When aren't you starving?" she asked before she headed towards the door and stepped out onto the porch only to gasp quietly at the cold air.

"Hey, where you going?" Dean asked as he took in her sock clad feet and jacketless torso.

"Nowhere," she said simply as she looked at him and tried not to shiver at the cold that washed over her. She had forgotten they were in South Dakota at the end of November. There was even a light dusting of snow on the ground, nothing heavy but enough to put a frosty look to everything outside. She stepped back inside and walked into the library, refusing to look at either Bobby or Dean as she blushed slightly at her mistake. Dean chuckled before he took a gulp from his cup and followed her into the library.

"Were you planning on leaving your footprints in the snow out there?" Dean asked with a grin as he watched Allison pull on her boots and refasten her sheath around her ankle.

"I forgot we were in South Dakota," she said with a smile of her own as she stood, looking up at Dean while she did so. "I'll be back in a second." She grabbed her jacket and Dean nodded.

"Where are you going anyway?" he asked as he watched her shrug on the thick black fabric and her smile widened as she looked at him.

"To get my bag out of the truck. Addie's was in the room upstairs, but it looks like she left mine in the truck," she said. "I don't know about you, but I don't feel like spending the day in yesterday's clothes." Dean smiled at her as she turned away from him and started towards the door. Dean went back into the kitchen, his smile still on his face and as Bobby watched him settle back into the chair Bobby raised his eyebrows.

He probably should have been bothered by the fact that Dean was letting whatever it was he had going on with Allison get in the way of the looming apocalypse; but the older hunter couldn't find it in him to feel that way. He knew that if there was a man out there that deserved at least a sliver of happiness in his life, it was Dean. The boy had been through hell his entire life, and literally went there. He had never seen Dean's eyes light up like they had when Allison had walked into the room and as he watched her simply pour a cup of coffee. If Bobby didn't know any better, he would have thought the boy was in love but then again there was a first time for everything.

Allison had climbed up into the back of the truck to get her bag when her cell phone, which was in her jacket pocket, started ringing. Sighing quietly, Allison paused and reached into her pocket and pulled out the small silver device. She flipped it open without bothering to look at the ID.

"Hello?" she asked as she reached and grabbed her bag before she started towards the tailgate.

"Allison?" a soft, aged, voice asked and Allison nearly tumbled out of the back of the truck when she heard the voice. Her bag slipped from her hand and her boots slipped on the metal of the tailgate and she fell with a loud 'bang' on the heavy metal. "Allison? Are you okay?" the old woman on the other end of the line asked and the young hunter blinked back the tears that lined her eyes.

"Yeah," she breathed. "I'm . . . I'm fine. I just . . . slipped." There was an awkward pause for a second and Allison vaguely heard the rumbling of the Impala's engine as it pulled up the drive. However, her eyes were focused on the gravel covered ground and on the voice that she hadn't heard in three years.

"I hope you didn't hurt yourself," the woman said, but Allison knew she didn't expect an answer. "How have you been?"

"Um, okay, you?" Allison asked, not really knowing what to say or why she was calling her. The woman on the other end of the line was Margaret Sharper, Kyle's mother, and it had been three years since Allison had talked to Margaret. Three years since Addison had called Margaret on Allison's behalf to tell her that there had been a terrible accident and that Kyle had died and that Allison had nearly died herself as she tried to save him. They had spoken almost two weeks after everything that had happened, and until that moment they hadn't spoken since.

"I've been better," Margaret said and Allison swallowed hard to dislodge the lump in her throat. "I . . . I don't . . . I don't know how to say this without sounding completely batty, but I need your help."

"My help?" Allison asked, her surprise ebbing away and concern taking its place.

"Kyle . . . when he left he told me that you and your sister were some sort of specialists," Margaret said. "That he was leaving to be with you because the only way the two of you could be together was if he started doing what you do."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not following," Allison said slowly before she heard the crunch of gravel and looked up to see a concerned looking Addison standing there with a frown on her face.

"You okay?" Addison mouthed and Allison shook her head negatively, which only made Addison's frown deepen.

"Kyle said that if ever anything strange happened to call one of you and that you'd come and help," Margaret said, her tone reluctant and doubtful. "I never thought I would ever call, especially after Kyle died, but I can't explain what's going on and . . . you're the first person I thought of."

"What's going on, Margaret?" Allison asked, her eyes firmly on Addison, and her sister had the exact reaction she expected. Addison's eyebrows rose practically to her hairline as her mouth dropped open and she looked just as shocked as Allison had when Margaret first spoke.

"Several people in town, my friends and others, are getting sick," Margaret said, "but it's not anything the doctor's can figure out. They're guessing its some form of pneumonia, but I'm not so sure. My friend Mable's husband just died from it and Mable said that the doctors were clueless as to what was wrong with him. No medicine was working to bring him around, and according to all the tests they ran he was perfectly fine. He just . . . died." Allison sighed quietly before she took a deep breath and nodded as she pursed her lips and readied herself for the words that were readying to come out.

"Okay, Margaret, Addie and I will be there as soon as we can," Allison said and Addison's mouth snapped shut as her shocked expression morphed into a glare. "We're in South Dakota, so, it's going to take us a little bit, but we'll try to be there by morning."

"Thank you, Allison," Margaret said and Allison hopped off the tailgate after finally getting the feeling back in her legs.

"You're welcome, Margaret. We'll see you soon." Margaret said good bye and Allison closed her phone before she grabbed her bag and closed the tailgate.

"What the hell, Allie!" Addison said as she started at her sister. "Why are we going to see that bitch?"

"It's a job," Allison said, not looking at Addison, as she started towards Bobby's house.

"Did you forget the way that she talked to you after Kyle died?" Addison asked as she quickly followed Allison into the house.

"Of course I haven't, and the only reason we're going is because something's going on. People are dying, Addie," Allison said as she walked into the house and turned around to look at her sister.

"What's going on?" Addison asked and Allison ran a hand through her hair and blinked away the tears that once again lined her eyes. She knew Addison hated Margaret for how she treated Allison after Kyle died and Margaret wasn't exactly one of Allison's favorite people either; however, people needed their help.

"I'll tell you when we leave," Allison said. "Right now I need a shower." Allison walked through the library, not bothering to cast a glance at Dean, Sam, and Bobby who were standing there watching the pair. Dean frowned as he watched Allison walk away before he looked at Addison.

"What's going on?" Dean asked and Addison sighed as she looked at Dean. She simply looked at him for several long seconds until she noticed anger and agitation slowly take over his face.

"We're leaving," Addison said and Dean's frown deepened.

"What? Why?" he asked and Sam looked at his brother briefly before he looked back at Addison.

"We got a job in Oklahoma," Addison said, "and it's not one you two should tag along for."

"Why not?" Sam asked and Addison looked at him.

"Because this one is going to be painfully personal for Allie," she said.

"All the more reason we should be there," Dean said firmly and all three of them looked at them. "Look, Addie, Sam and I know better than anyone what can happen when jobs are personal. Let us go with you and help you."

"It's not going to be up to me, Dean," Addison said. "It's going to be up to Allie." Dean nodded before he went upstairs, forgetting his breakfast and the ignoring the look Bobby sent him. He needed to talk to Allison, and he needed to talk to her now.

As the shower warmed up, Allison stared at her reflection in the mirror and sighed at the face she saw looking back at her. Gone was the happiness she felt when she woke up in Dean's arms. Gone was the light in her eyes that had somehow made its way back into her eyes over the last couple of weeks and stayed despite the news Dean and Sam had shared with them the night before. When she noticed the steam rising from the other side of the shower curtain, she stripped and climbed into the shower. She winced slightly at the hot temperature of the water, but she relished the fire across her skin.

She lathered shampoo into her hair, her mind blank, before she rinsed the heavy lather from her long locks and then applied the conditioner to her hair. Slowly she started washing her skin, which was a bright pink nearly red thanks to the heat of the water. After several minutes of washing, she felt a slight breeze, but ignored it as she ran the wash cloth across her skin and down her legs. She rinsed out her wash cloth and settled it on the soap dish before she slipped under the spraying water and rinsed the soap from her skin before she started to rinse the conditioner from her hair. It was then that the damn broke and a quiet sob escaped her lips as she fell back against the tiles and started to cry quietly. She raised her hands to her face and wiped at the water and her tears before she felt calloused hands on the soft skin of her waist. She bit back a scream as she raised her head and saw a totally naked Dean standing right in front of her.

"You trying to scorch your skin off?" he asked as he pulled her forward and with his left arm wrapped tightly around her, he reached forward with his left hand and turned the hot water off a bit and turned the cool knob up so the water was then lukewarm.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked. Her voice was thick with her roller coaster emotions. When Dean was close, the pain of the memories Margaret had brought to the service wasn't as bad and she could handle it with ease.

"I didn't want to wait for the shower," Dean said, grin on his lips as he pushed her wet hair from her face. The look on her face made it clear that she didn't believe him and his grin slipped from his lips. "Addie told us you're leaving," he said and Allison nodded.

"We got a job in Oklahoma," she said, suddenly fully aware that she was pressed tightly to Dean's completely naked body and her own body started to react to that realization.

"Sam and I are going with you," Dean said and Allison shook her head viciously.

"No," she said. "You guys have enough on your plate. I'm not going to take you away from that. You've got the world to save, remember?"

"Allie, please," Dean said as he pulled her even tighter to him. "The apocalypse isn't coming tomorrow, at least I don't think it is," he added and Allison rolled her eyes but smiled slightly anyway. "Addie said its personal and I'm not going to let you face whatever this is alone."

"Why? Why do you care so much, Dean?"

"Why do you care about me so much?" he asked, throwing her question back at her. The way he was looking at her and the fact that he asked her the same question, pretty much confirmed in her mind that he felt the same way about her that she felt about him.

"Because you are so . . . strong," she said softly, her hands sliding up his chest and grasping his face in her hands. "Even though you don't think too highly of yourself, Dean, you're amazing." The happiness was back and Allison had all but forgotten her conversation with Margaret. At that moment, all her focus was on Dean and the words that seemed to just flow from her lips without her really thinking them over. "I know we've only really known each other two weeks, but it seems like a lifetime and somehow over the last two weeks I've fallen in love with you." She spoke truthfully and from the heart, and Dean knew that. His face clearly displayed the shock he felt from her words and hearing them made his chest tighten and his heart oddly race.

"Allie . . .," he trailed off, unable to get the words out. He wanted so badly to tell her he felt the same way; but the words wouldn't come. He hoped that she could see the words in his eyes and as her thumbs caressed his cheeks and she smiled, he knew she did.

"I know, Dean," she whispered before she pulled his face down to hers and he pushed her backwards as their lips meant. Allison's back pressed against the cold tiles and the quickly cooling water cascaded down both their bodies.

Dean grasped her hips and lifted her slightly, which made Allison wrap her legs around his waist and allowing their most intimate parts to press against each other. She could feel his length slowly harden against her and her body was reacting to his lips and caresses as well. Dean's lips left hers and from her raised position against the shower wall, he kissed along her jaw and then his lips found her wet neck. Allison's nails dug into the flesh of Dean's back before her right hand moved to the back of his head and into his short hair that was now wet thanks to the water.

"Dean," she whimpered and he raised his lips from her neck and looked at her with hooded eyes. She leaned into him and caught his lips with hers in a slow kiss. As she pulled back, she bit his lower lip and tugged on it gently sending an electrical current straight to his length that was pressing tightly against her, begging for entrance. Her body was humming and ready for him and she slid a hand between their bodies before she shifted and grasped him tightly. She settled him at her entrance, but Dean stopped her.

"Allie, we're not covered," he said and Allison wanted to cry. She needed him. She wanted him, and she really didn't care at that moment, but she knew he was right. However, she was willing to rely on a 'method' she thought was stupid and to be safe she'd make a pit stop at a pharmacy.

"Just don't cum inside me," she panted as she licked her lips. "Pull out before you do."

"You sure?" he asked and Allison nodded.

"And I'm clean. You won't catch anything from me," she said and Dean rolled his eyes. He trusted her on that front and he knew he was clean thanks to regular testing.

"Not what I was worried about," he breathed as he leaned in and kissed her chastely. Her hand was gently tugging on him and he groaned against her lips.

"I'm sure, Dean," she said as she tugged him a little harder after he broke their kiss. Giving in Dean allowed her to guide him into her warm wet folds. They started breathing heavily as Dean held still, buried deep inside her while she was pressed firmly to the wall of the shower. Allison pushed her hips against Dean's as their eyes locked and Dean needed no further encouragement. It wasn't quick or rough, it was slow and deep. Despite the location and the need radiating off from each of them, the act was no longer sex between the two of them. They were making love and it would be a moment in time that neither would ever forget.