A/N - Hey, everybody! Yes, I'm still here and posting. If you have no computer of your own, you'll understand the time constraints that appear when attempting to write and submit fanfiction. Well, this is kind of the end. It doesn't really feel like an ending to me, but for now, it's all I've got. Every scene that I've imagined into existence has been written down and presented to you all. I have a few ideas, but that's all they are: ideas. I may post an epilogue/morning after chapter in the weeks following, but it's far from being finished. Perhaps inspiration will strike me soon. It's been fun. Let me know what you think. Sometimes it inspires a new scene.

Music Selections - 'Burning bright' by Shinedown, 'Gunboat' by Vixtrola, 'Better than me' by Hinder, 'Carry on my wayward son' by Kansas.

Disclaimer - Don't own Supernatural or music aforementioned.

Chapter 17: A Forcefield?

A few weeks had passed since the four closed up their hunt in Rhode Island. They were now someplace that was a lot warmer and drier-North Carolina. The girls convinced Sam and Dean to spare a little break time. And since they were all overdue for a vacation, the group had ended up in a friendly little coastal city that was close to Wilmington but far enough away to escape the overflow of tourists that flooded the area this time of year.

However, there was no such thing as a relaxing, peaceful vacation for these weary travelers. It wasn't necessarily a demon problem, but more of a device that could aid in the destruction of the not-so-friendly paranormal. It was Taylor who discovered the object when she had a vision of a small silver orb tucked into the corner of a storage closet. Not wanting to spoil the whole vacation, Taylor had been the one to suggest that she be the one to retrieve it, alone. They hadn't even been in town for a day.

So while she went off to do some research, the rest had settled into their makeshift vacation. Calling a few hours later, Taylor informed her sister, who in turn informed the brothers, that she would be going in to collect the object that night after the sun set. There were a few other things she had to research on first though, so she wouldn't be back until after she retrieved the orb.

Shane and Sam had decided to go out and explore the town and enjoy the warm weather. They invited Dean as well, but he refused. So, the two set out with no real destination in mind. Since they were near the beach, they each had swimwear on even though that wasn't their first destination in mind. After just wandering around and enjoying the quiet atmosphere, the couple chose a quaint little restaurant with outdoor seating and decided to stop for something to eat.

While waiting for their orders, they discussed recent events and what was going on with Taylor and Dean. And while Shane knew the two were at odds with each other 90 percent of the time, they still got along to a certain extent.

However, the way they had been acting recently was even weirder than usual. And every time she tried to bring it up with Taylor, all Shane received for her efforts was a blow off. Whatever it was, Taylor had it locked it up so tight that she couldn't even share it with her own sister. And it was beginning to frustrate Shane to no end. The two rarely kept secrets from each other. And Sam was the only person she could talk to about the situation.

"Something must have happened. It's been real tense around those two for weeks now." Shane said, thoughtfully.

"Yeah, around that time we all danced in the rain. Dean was acting kind of strange after Taylor left that night." Sam added, leaning in closer to Shane as he spoke.

"You're right." Shane exclaimed. "Now that I think about it, Taylor came in that night with the most…pleasured look on her face. Like she'd just been thoroughly ravished, or something. She just blew right by me before I could ask her anything. I thought she was still ignoring me, so I backed off. And every time I've brought it up since then she's clammed up. It just isn't like her. I'm beginning to worry about her." Shane continued, resting her chin on her hand and staring off into space.

Sam reached across the table and entwined his fingers with her free ones. Rubbing small circles on her palm, he brought it up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it before saying "It'll be alright, Shane. Just give it some time."

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When Taylor walked out of the hospital entrance that night, she was surprised to find Dean waiting there for her. Ever since 'the incident' as she carefully referred what happened between them back in Rhode Island, things had been, well, kind of tense. She just didn't know what to do around him anymore. So, she resorted to an old failsafe - verbal abuse and evasion. It was just like old times between the two. If they weren't arguing over something or other, they were avoiding each other.

Shane had, of course, noticed and questioned her regularly. She wanted nothing more than to open up and share with Shane, but she just didn't feel like she was ready to verbalize those feelings just yet. Not to mention the 'I told you so' that was sure to follow. And so here she was, standing numbly at the curb, indecision churning throughout her entire being.

Shaking her head a few times, she stepped away from the curb and crossed the street to where he was parked. Still not fully sure of his intentions, she climbed into the backseat and shut the door.

"Did you get the object?" Dean asked as he pulled away from the curb, Taylor safely in the backseat.

He could see her roll her eyes in the rearview mirror. "Of course. No problem at all. It was like stealing candy from a baby. You'd think they knew the true value of this trinket and guard it like Fort Knox." Taylor replied, holding up the small silver object for Dean to see.

"Where'd you find it?" Dean asked as he took the object from Taylor.

"In the basement storeroom, just like in my vision. I can't believe this thing still exists. It's been lost for centuries. Whoever put it there must not know of its true value." Taylor replied.

"Know what it does?" Dean queried as he rolled the orb around his palm.

"Not a clue." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "What I was able to read of it wasn't very specific on that subject."

Placing the object in a box on the passenger seat, Dean then picked up the pile of clothes that were laying there as well. He tossed them over his shoulder to Taylor.

"Figured you'd want a change of clothes." Dean said in answer to her surprised look.

Since the object had been hidden in a hospital, Taylor had dressed the part. And since her call had informed them that she'd had to store her clothes in a nearby locker rental since she had no way to carry them with her, she wouldn't have anything to change back into. The locker rental closed at 7 PM. It was currently 7:15. He glanced her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her outfit included the typical nurses' garb and hair tightly confined in a bun. He knew Taylor must be miserable.

"Thanks. I can't stand hospitals. They creep me out." Taylor said as she pulled her shoes off.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Dean replied, staring out at the road. As he watched the sunset that evening, he'd decided to resolve all this mess that had resulted between them. And he figured the first step was to pick her up from a hard days work.

As he heard rustling in the backseat, he risked another glance in the rearview. Taylor had already pulled off the top part of the scrubs and was looking down, working on the knot the drawstring was currently in. She wasn't paying any attention to the fact that he was checking her out as she sat there in only her bra. He had been thinking of her nonstop since that heated make-out session they'd had a few weeks back. He just couldn't get her out of his head.

And this wasn't straight up lust, either. It was something deeper. Something he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He wanted to make her feel what he was feeling. He wanted to show her. He just wasn't quite sure how to, yet.

"Dean." Taylor said in a threatening tone, not even looking up.

"Yes?" Dean replied innocently.

"I don't have to see you to know that you're ogling me. So if you don't mind, keep your eyes on the road." Taylor said, finally working the knot free and meeting his gaze in the mirror. She had to hide her surprise at the intense look that was in his eyes.

Dean just shrugged his shoulders, guiltlessly. "What can I say? You've got a great body." Dean said, stopping at a red light and returning his gaze to the road.

Shaking her head and smiling slightly, "Aww, stop. You're making me blush." she said sarcastically. "Don't try and flatter your way out of this. It won't work." she said as she wiggled her way out of the scrub bottoms and reached for her jeans.

"Whatever." Dean said, hitting the gas when the light turned green. "Are those clothes alright? Shane wasn't around, so I dug them out myself."

"Yeah, they're cool." Taylor replied, tugging the forest green long-sleeve t-shirt over her head. Tying her shoes, she asked, "So, where are Shane and Sam?"

"Don't know. Went out somewhere soon after you left. On a date, I think." Dean said, turning into the motel parking lot.

"Oh." she replied as Dean parked in front of their room. Gathering up the discarded scrubs, Taylor got out of the car and shut the door.

After he shut off the car, he jogged to catch up with Taylor as she climbed the stairs to Dean and Sam's room.

Reaching the door before her, he unlocked the door and entered the room. Finally making up his mind, consequences be damned, Dean said nonchalantly "So, bored?"

Following closely behind, Taylor walked in and shut the door. Dropping her previously changed clothes on the bed, she said "No. Why?"

Instead of saying anything, Dean lunged forward and kissed her, pouring all of his pent up passion into it. Momentarily caught off guard, Taylor squeaked and just stood there for a few seconds, doing nothing. As Dean became more insistent, however, Taylor gave in and returned the kiss with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

Taylor didn't really understand her attraction to Dean. After all, he wasn't really her type. If anything, he was so similar to herself that it scared her sometimes. And that was the problem. She looked for guys that were nothing like her. Opposites attract, right? But, then again, how well had that worked out in the past?

She was pulled from her musings when she felt her back hit a wall. Feeling his hands grab her rear end, she reflexively leapt up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. She then felt one of his hands running through her hair. When did that happen? It was in a bun. Taylor thought to herself.

"My hair." Taylor said, gesturing to her hair half-heartedly when he released her lips. It was more like a statement than a question.

Dean was nibbling on her earlobe lightly before he replied. "I wanted to feel it. I don't like when it's all tied up." He then turned his attention to the other side of her neck, hitting a sensitive spot that made her moan.

"Haven't been able to concentrate on anything else but doing this with you for weeks now." Dean mumbled against her neck awhile later, continuing to lavish attention to that area.

Taylor hummed with contentment before replying. "Then why didn't you?"

"I thought you didn't want me like that. That it was just something to do when you were bored." he answered, pulling his face away from her neck to look her in the eyes.

"Really. How's this for not wanting you?" Taylor said, dropping her legs from his waist and giving him a hard shove, propelling him towards the bed. After he fell onto his back, Taylor climbed on top on him and straddled him. He then felt his boots and socks being pulled off by some invisible force.

Pulling her own shirt up and off, she placed a hand on each side of his head and leaned forward, her hair cascading around them. With a naughty smile, she said "Think you can keep up?"

His only reply was to wrap his arms around her and flip them over, sit up and yank his shirt off, then lean back down to kiss her senseless. If there was one thing he knew at that moment was that he'd make damn sure she would never want anyone else but him. Ever again.

…Awhile later…

"What do you mean we can't get in? You've got the key, don't you?" Sam asked, looking over her shoulder at the door.

Shane shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "It's not that. The door won't budge. I don't understand. It's as if there's something pressed up against the inside. It's vaguely familiar, I just can't put my finger on it…" Shane continued, mumbling to herself while pacing outside the door.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked, dying of suspense.

Shane paused, a whimsical expression lighting her features. "Oh my God. It's a forcefield." Shane replied.

"A forcefield. That means…what exactly?" Sam questioned, still confused.

"It's an unconscious effect of Taylor's that occurs when her emotions, hence powers, aren't kept in check. However, they usually only spread a few feet from her and you're able to approach her. I got smacked down on my ass the last time she generated one and I was only trying to shake her awake from a nightmare. But this one appears to have encompassed the entire room. Meaning something big must have happened for a forcefield of this magnitude to occur." Shane explained as she leaned against the railing outside of the room.

"By something big, you mean…" Sam trailed off, unable to phrase Taylor and Dean 'getting it on' properly.

"Sex, yeah. That's one of them." Shane replied shifting from one foot to the other and rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, just as uncomfortable about the subject of her sister's sex life.

"So, what happens now?" Sam asked, gesturing towards the door.

"I don't know." Shane replied, standing up from the railing and walking away from the room. Sam followed.

"Maybe we should just start getting separate rooms." Sam suggested as they walked down the stairs side by side.

Shane smirked before replying, entwining her fingers through his.

"Then when would we sleep?"

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A/N 2 - I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I'm still having laptop issues. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed reading and if you have time, check out my other stories. There not as long as this one, but I think they're alright. Of course, that's writer's prerogative on my part. And again, if you think I need to post a more...satisfying ending, tell me. Until then...WBL.