Dean woke up suddenly, something hitting his side and he was barely aware of rain pouring down outside. He looked around, alarmed, ready to kill any danger out to hurt Amie.
But the room was exactly the way he had left it that night. Their double bed sat in the middle of the room, the bag that they shared on the floor by the door. Sam would still be asleep next door, as it was still dark; so why had he woken up?
He looked down at Amie, who was still asleep, but looked uneasy. She tossed in her sleep, a crease between her eyebrows. She hit his side again, whimpering.
"Amie?" Dean asked gently.
"No, no," she whined.
"Amie, it's okay. Amie, wake up!" Dean said, shaking her bare shoulder, the strap of her tank top falling down her shoulder.
Amie opened her eyes and looked up at Dean, afraid. "Dean," she gasped, then wrapped her arms around him.
"Hey, shhh. What's wrong? What was it?" He asked, sitting up slightly and holding onto Amie.
"Nothing. I dreamt I was back there, in the cage; it was so weird," she whispered, catching her breath. "I was trapped and I could hear them hurting you but I couldn't get out. Then they - oh, they - it doesn't matter. It wasn't real."
Dean pulled away.
"Listen, okay. I won't let anyone hurt you. Never."
"Dean, I'm more worried about you."
"Amie, I'm okay."
"We're both gonna die," she whispered, so quietly that the sound of rain outside almost swallowed her words. Dean swallowed, looking down at her. "One day we'll come up against something so big we can't face it. I'll end up dead or you'll end up hurt, then what? I don't want it Dean."
He looked into her eyes. "Amie, this is who we are. We have to do this. We save people. Maybe if things had been different when we were younger, things would be different now."
"Dean. I can't bury you. I can't burn your body. I won't."
"I thought we said we were gonna defy death?"
"We said that Dean, but who are we kidding? We're both-"
"Don't say that. Everyone is gonna die at some point."
"Okay," Amie whispered, unable to say anymore. Dean looked into her eyes, concerned.
"Amie, everyone dies. What matters is how we live. Our lives are special, we save so many by just doing what we do. We just have to… seize every chance we get to feel alive," he breathed, their faces incredibly close. Amie swallowed and nodded, then leaned forward and lightly kissed him.
Dean kissed her back just as gently, however he moved a hand to her hair. Amie kissed him harder, parting her lips slightly. Dean kissed her back, his hand playing with her hair, his other ghosting over her body. He breathed into her mouth gently, and she shivered.
Amie pulled away from Dean and he stared at her dazedly. She swung her leg over Dean's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him again, leaving him breathless. Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body against his. They both battled for dominance in the passionate kiss, gasping for breath every time they parted.
"I love you," she breathed into his mouth, her eyes still glued shut.
"Love you Amie," he gasped, peppering her skin with kisses.
They forgot their troubles in the suffocating pressure of their love. They kissed away the daunting shortness their future together, and with each whispered nothing sewed their hearts back together.