I woke up again in the middle of the night, and Dean stirs beside me and rubs my back. I kiss his forehead and stand up. Sam is up, watching an infomercial. I check the clock and see that its just after 3. He sees me and mutes the tv.

"What are you doing up?" He asks me and I shrug.

"Couldn't sleep, I guess. You know what? I'm gonna shower." I tell Sam and I shut the door. I hear Sam wake Dean up before I turn the water and get in the shower.

DPOV

Sam turns and looks at me. He raises an eyebrow.

"What was that about? I've never seen her like that? What's going on with her?" Sam asks me.

"A couple months ago, dad and Soph got into a fight and she left for a while. I think she went to stay with Bobby. That was before we got together. I think this has something to do with dad." I tell him.

"You do something?" Sam asked me confused.

"I have no idea what's wrong with her lately. Something's bugging her and she ain't talking about it. Ask her about it. She might tell you more than I could get out of her." I tell him before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

SOPHIE POV

I get out of the shower and put my towel on. I wipe away the steam from the mirror and look at my reflection. My blue eyes, have bags under them and my long jet black hair wet and stringy. I sigh.

"Sophie?" I hear after I put on my bra and underwear. It's Dean. I unlock the door and pull him in,

"Babe, I love the way you think." He says smirking as he leans down and his mouth claims mine.

Kissing Dean is like, I can't even find the words to describe it. I moan into his mouth and he takes that as an invitation as his tongue slips into my mouth and massages mine. He backs me up until we hit the small counter and he picks me up and sets me on it, without breaking the kiss. I push him back.

"We were caught up with the case in Wisconsin, so I didn't get a chance to ask. What's wrong, Sophie? Something's bothering you lately." Dean asks me, his arms snaking around my waist.

"Dean, I'm fine." I tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth, which is frowning.

"The past couple weeks, you've been acting weird... Are you okay, babe?"

"Honestly, I'm fine. I know you're worried about me, and with Sam.. You don't need to worry about me." I tell him jumping down and pulling on my jeans, and Dean grabs my hand to keep me from leaving. He looks at me, his eyes concerned.

"I'm okay, Dean. Just had a rough couple weeks." I say and he frowns.

"I'm serious, Soph. You need to tell me what's going on with you. I'm worried. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong." He tells me seriously.

"I promise that I'll always let you know when something's wrong." I tell him as I put my t-shirt on. I kiss him quickly before sliding into my boots. When I look back up, Dean is gone, probably to pack up. I walk out into the room.

"Hey, so Dean said we're taking off?" I ask Sam as I walk over to my bag. He looks up and nods.

"Dean is packing up the car. Told me to keep an eye on you." Sam said as he raised an eyebrow.

"He's just being protective. You don't need to worry about me, Sam." I tell him and he scoffs.

"Not like I'd know what to worry about considering my best friend doesn't talk to me anymore." He says and I cringe, suddenly feeling really guilty. I take a deep breath and look at Sam.

"Your dad doesn't know about me and Dean." I blurt out and Sam looks confused.

"He told us when we were teenagers and again when you left that we couldn't be together, that it was stupid and reckless. That I was a dumb love struck girl and there was no place for that in our line of work." I told him as I remembered every fight I had with John about Dean and I saw Dean walk in.

"Your dad told me you sleeping with me would just be because I was there. I mean, why do you think I left 2 years ago after Sam went to Stanford? I knew that John would make a big deal about it. When we ran into each other, and we slept together, I thought you'd regret it. I knew you would hate lying to your dad and going behind his back, but I was selfish. I was happy, and I hadn't been happy like that with a guy in my entire life. I thought you'd feel guilty about it, hell I did! That's why I've been acting weird since we started looking for John. He'll find out about us and I'm scared." I tell him, tears pooling in my eyes. Dean clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

"Sophie?" Sam calls over and I look up to see them both staring at me

"It hurts. John doesn't know about us, Dean, and it hurts me. Fact is, he'd kill us if he did. He told me that all I'd accomplish was getting you killed. He won't approve of us, and I know that it kills you to be sneaking around. You do everything for John. To make him proud. You listen to him about everything, except sleeping with me." I tell them as sobs wrack my body. Dean pushed his way past Sam and grabs my face he kisses me softly. I walk away and run my hands through my hair.

"God, Sophie, why didn't you tell me it bothered you so much?" Dean says stepping forward. I step back a bit, and he looks hurt.

"How can I tell you that knowing that when we find John, you'll drop me first chance you get?" I ask him through my tears.

"Soph.. I love you. I've never said that to anyone other than family. You are the most stubborn, headstrong, brave, beautiful, compassionate, and impatient woman I have ever met and I am pathetically in love with you. I don't care that my dad will hate it! I love you, Sophie Rose Blake. So you're going to let me come over there and kiss you now. As soon as we find my dad, I'll tell him about us, but you have no reason to ever think I'll leave you." Dean tells me slowly walking forward and I'm crying again, but happy tears now. I laugh and run the rest of the distance and jump into his arms kissing him. Sam laughs and grabs our stuff, probably going to wait in the car, and shuts the door.

"I love you too, Dean. So much it scares me. I've never been good at any of this, but I love you." I tell him as we reach the bed. He kisses me again and I smile against his lips. I reach over and unbutton his plaid shirt as he lifts my ripped Metallica t-shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I take off his plaid shirt and grab the hem of his blue t-shirt and he helps me lift it over his head. I play with his hair as his mouth moves from my lips to my jawline and slowly making it's way to my neck. I moan and he smiles against my neck, sucking and nipping. His hands are making their way down to my bra and he skillfully unclasps it and its thrown somewhere in the room. He lays me down on the bed so I'm on my back and he's on top of me. His mouth travels from my neck to my breasts nipping, licking and sucking, as I run my hands across his back and let my nails leave a trail up his back, causing Dean to groan. I reach for his jeans and unzip them while he does the same with mine and we break apart to take them off, leaving me in my underwear and Dean in his boxers. I reach out and touch the anti-possession tattoo on his chest and lean up to kiss him again. He grabs my cheek and his other hand cups the back of my head, my hair in a messy bun. Soon, my underwear and his boxers are gone, and our bodies merge together and the only sounds are of our breathing and some sounds that are totally not PG-13. After, we're laying in the bed, my head on Dean's chest, and we're breathing heavily.

"Wow." is all I can manage to say. Dean chuckles and kisses my head.

"Yeah. Haven't done that since before we picked up Sammy. God, it's been too long." He says.

"Sam can sleep in the car for now on, I don't care. We can't wait that long ever again." I tell him, kissing his chest and he chuckles again.

"We'll get our own room, that way we won't have to kick Sammy out every time-" He starts to tell me but I pull myself up and straddle him. He looks surprised and his eyes darken.

"Do you want to waste our alone time talking or-" Was all I got to say before Dean flipped us over and we continued into round 3 before Sam was knocking on the door. Dean was in the shower, and I grabbed his flannel and quickly buttoned it up, and searched for my underwear. I opened the door and Sam was standing there, fist raised mid knock. I sigh and step outside, closing the door.

"What's up?" I ask him, trying to act casual. Sam looked down at his feet.

"Are you guys done? I got a room and I caught a few hours of sleep while you guys were... sorting out your issues." Sam says grimacing and I laugh, heading to the door.

"Not even close. Head back to your room Sammy and we'll see you in the morning." I tell him walking into the room and walking into the bathroom, slipping into the shower with Dean. We end up in the bed a while after that, too exhausted for anything except sleep.