Summary - What if Sam wasn't the only one who was around Dean the last three months before his deal was up? What if there was someone else? This story follows Sam, Dean, and Apple my original character as they try to get Dean out of his deal; though Apple doesn't exactly know about Dean's deal until it's almost too late. What happens if they can't save him? Is Dean really gone forever?

Author's Note - This follows the last six episodes of season three(minus Ghostfacers), I just added my own character into the mix and a few more things. I don't own any of the characters or the episodes, just Apple and the plot following the NRFTW. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Review please. (:

Author's Note #2 – So, this is the second to shortest chapter I've written, and it doesn't really have much to do with the episodes but focuses more on a relationship. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Wanna feel your warmth upon me

Chapter Thirteen

It seemed like Apple had just fallen into a rather dreamless sleep when she was roughly brought out of it. She turned onto her side as Dean elbowed her in the ribs. "What the hell?" she whispered. She propped herself up on her elbow and cupped her chin in her hand, she watched as Dean moved around in his sleep. She wondered what was going on in his dream, it didn't seem to be that pleasant.

She lifted herself into a sitting position and looked down at him, his face twisted in discomfort. She began to sing softly to the man beside her. "A beautiful and blinding morning, the world outside begins to breathe. See clouds arriving outside without warning, I need you here to shelter me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, fingers trailed slightly over Dean's day old stubble. She continued to sing softly as she watched him calm down. "And I know that only time will tell us how to carry on without each other."

His face looked serene now as she continued to trail her fingers over his face, she watched mesmerized as the frown lines his nightmare had given him, smoothed out. After he had remained still for a few minutes, she decided it was probably safe to go back to sleep. She started to move her hand off of his face when she felt strong fingers grip her wrist and hold her fingers in place.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice gruff from disuse.

"I think you were having a nightmare, I only wanted to calm you down," she explained. "What were you dreaming about?" She pulled her hand lightly against his grip, she was able to get it off of his face. Her hand hung in midair, his fingers still wrapped around it lightly.

"Nothing." He lied, his eyes not able to meet her strong gaze. Dean looked at her hand as he gently placed it back on his face. Her fingers immediately began to stroke his chin, then down his jawbone.

Apple felt like this shouldn't have been happening, she should have never woken up, she should have just stayed asleep. They locked gazes and all thoughts were erased from Apple's mind. She couldn't do anything but stare into his deep green eyes. There was so much there, so much Apple didn't, and couldn't even begin to understand.

A warm hand caressed her face, and she smiled slightly. Everything in both of their minds screamed at them to stop, to go back to sleep, to forget anything had ever gone on between them. They both knew nothing good would come from it, it would only end in pain, and tears; on Apple's part anyway.

She brought Dean's other hand to the side of her face, she ignored her mind as it screamed 'no' over and over again. He held her fragile face between his strong hands. Apple soaked in all the warmth his rough, calloused hands let off, it felt so good being held like this. She wasn't sure what would come of it in the morning, but at this point, she didn't care. One night would be more than enough for her. For all she knew, it was dream, even though it sure as hell didn't feel like it.

His hands lowered her face to his, and she could feel his breath as it tickled her pale lips. His lips lightly ran from her lips, to her jawbone, to her cheeks and finally landed back at her lips. Oh she was so tired of the way he teased her; she pressed her lips to his and felt something so real, and unbelievably foreign to her, love. Apple felt like she could breathe for the first time, and Dean felt a small feeling of hope rise up in his chest. Both were rocked to their core, though neither of them would admit it to the other.

Neither of them could get enough of each other, and before she realized it, Apple had straddled Dean, her wavy brunette hair surrounding them like a cover. They locked eyes again and delved into explore once more.

After a few minutes Apple crawled off of Dean and laid beside him. It wasn't like she would let anything happen between them, she was stronger than that; even though every ounce of her wanted to just completely let go and have at Dean. She couldn't do that, for one, she was a virgin and she was sure it would just be meaningless sex to Dean, even though their kisses held much more than that. She didn't expect Dean to actually feel what she felt. Two, Sam was in the bed across from them, it would just be plain awkward.

With a resigned sigh, Apple laid on her side. A few moments later she felt Dean relax beside her, and a warm arm made it's way around her waist. Apple felt Dean rest his head next to hers and she turned in his grip to face him.

"What was that?" She asked softly. Apple hadn't wanted to ask, but she knew she had to. Her curiosity would eat at her and she'd never be able to rest.

Dean wasn't sure what to say. It was an impulse, yet it had been something he had wanted to do for a long time. He couldn't be completely honest with her, he just couldn't do that. His eyes roamed over her face as he stalled, he wanted to think of the right thing to say. But it seemed like everything he thought sounded right, wasn't. His green eyes looked into her blue ones and he stared for a few minutes before he whispered his answer. "'Cause I wanted to."

Apple didn't know what to think of his answer. 'Cause he wanted to? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Apple sighed as Dean placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Night Apple-pie."

- - - - -

Sam didn't know what the hell was going on between Apple and Dean but it had started to piss him off. If they both weren't oddly quiet, they were down each other's throats. They argued, bitched, and moaned about this and that. Sam was ready to slap the shit out of both of them.

Something had happened, something that Sam sure as hell was ready to find out about. One way or the other he was going to find out. He knew Dean would never tell him, but Apple, he could get the information out of.

"What Sam? Why did I have to come get this room with you?" She asked as Sam had practically pulled her out of the backseat of the Impala and out onto the sidewalk.

"What the hell is going on between you and Dean? You two were never like this before." Sam asked as they walked toward the motel's main office.

Apple shrugged as she kicked a loose stone from her path. "I dunno."

"Bull! Just tell me Apple. Maybe I can help fix it."

"I don't think you can," she muttered. She sighed as Sam fixed her with a stern look. "Fine. We kissed okay? And I don't know why but since then, we haven't been able to get along."

"I should've known." Sam ran a hand through his long hair and grinned, a plan already formed in his head.

- - - - -

"Never trust a Sam Winchester grin." Apple muttered as she sat on the edge of the tub in the bathroom Dean and herself were locked in.

"Yeah. Obviously." Dean said as he closed the lid on the toilet and sat down.

"I'm going to kill him."

"You and me both. Why are we even in here?" Dean asked.

"BecauseItoldhimwhathappenedbetweenus," Apple said. It was too fast for Dean and all he could do was shake his head.

"You wanna slow that down just a little bit? Couldn't understand a damn word."

Apple sighed as she looked at him, a small glare in her eyes. "Because I told him what happened between us," she said. She drew out every syllable so she could be sure he understood her.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Dean made a face as he realized what she had said. "You told Sam? No wonder we're locked in here."

"So what do we do?" Apple asked as she rested her head in her hands.

"Talk?"

"Since when do you, Dean Winchester, want to talk about anything?"

"You want out of this bathroom?"

"Point taken. Fine. Talk."

Dean stayed silent as he watched Apple, watch him. They had gotten so much talking done, really. Apple tapped her fingers on the side of the tub as she waited. Dean stared straight ahead, no expression on his face.

Apple was torn between her desire to strangle the man before her, or to kiss him till neither of them could breathe. She could see either option being perfectly alright for her. Dean didn't know what to do either. He was okay with either her pressed against the wall or knocked out on the floor. Not that he'd ever actually hurt her.

"Dean, I can't do this with you anymore. I can't."

He nodded his head in agreement. The tension in the bathroom had started to smother him, he thought he was going to die from it.

"Son of a bitch!" He said as he stood up and stood in front of Apple. His hands gently grabbed her wrists and pulled her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Apple asked as he brought his face close to hers. "Dean, I don't think so." She said as he put her hand up and denied him access. She backed herself up against the tub, and prayed she wouldn't tumble in.

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because? That's not an answer Apple."

"So?"

"So? You can't just say 'because' and 'so' and expect it to make everything stop."

"Can if I want to."

"What are you, five?" He asked. Even though he knew he should have been pissed off at the way she dodged him, he couldn't help but find it more amusing than anything. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," she argued. Her blue eyes turned a shade darker as she glared once more at the older man.

"Are too."

"Are not." Apple took one more step backward and felt the back of her legs hit the rim of the tub. She would have fallen in if Dean hadn't swooped in so heroically and wrapped his arms around her waist, immediately putting a stop to her potential fall.

"Are too," he whispered as his lips brushed over the flesh that covered her neck.

"Are not." But she knew it pointless to argue anymore. He won, and he knew it. Apple sighed as she looked into the green eyes that stared deep into her blue ones.

Dean gave a cocky kind of grin before he connected his lips with hers. They kissed as if they were attempting to suck the very life out of each other.

"Hey! You two finished in there?" Sam called as he knocked on the door, his voice muffled slightly.

Dean kissed her lips once more before he answered Sam. "Yeah. Can we get out now? I'm hungry."

(chapter title: i will remember you – sarah mclachlan. song used in actual chapter: what hurts the most - rascal flatts)