On the way to Indiana they got stopped by a cop who turned out to be a demon. The disturbing part was that Dean knew it was a demon because he could see its real face, the perks of being so close to the pit. Having yet another notch on the timeline seemed to shove the situation further into his face and he suddenly needed to stop. They were about twenty miles from New Harmony but he exited off the interstate.

"Dean what are you doing?" Sam looked back and made sure Bobby followed them off.

"We're stopping." He turned down the first street with a hotel sign and pulled in. "You're gonna tool around with Bobby for awhile huh?"

He caught his intention but couldn't believe it. They were five hours from midnight and he was going to make a pit stop? "Dean, we don't…"

"If you tell me we don't have time I swear to God. We're stopping." He threw the Impala into park and got out, pulling his wallet out as he went into the main office.

Sam sighed heavily and wiped his mouth. "It's not that you don't deserve it."

She agreed with his logic but wasn't going to argue with Dean, not now. "It's kind of hard to tell him no, under the circumstances."

"You don't want to tell him no."

Which was true. They spent so much time the last three days preparing for this final blow they'd overlooked any one on one time that may have been possible. When Dean motioned her out of the car she followed him.

Walking behind him she couldn't decide what stance to take on this. They were so short on time, what if this ruined the last possibility to get out of his deal? On the other hand, what if this last possibility was just a stupid false hope that wasn't going to lead to anything? What if this really was that last time she'd be with him?

Convincing her wasn't hard. Dean kissed her while the door was still clicking shut and felt that same wave of anxiety he remembered from the hell house years ago. He was so eager to start something he never wanted to finish and now, now it was just going to be over. God he loved this girl.

He moved to the closest bed and laid her back but didn't make any move to take it further. No, he was going to savor every second. He loved the way she kissed him; not just that she wanted him, like she needed him and it just felt like everything he was missing. All the time they'd spent apart seemed like a waste now.

His jacket fell to the floor, accompanied by his shirt and he broke the kiss only to peel her shirt over her head before pressing his lips firmly back to hers. If they'd let him go out like this he would. He moved to kiss her neck and loved the way she arched against him.

"Dean I love you."

Her voice trembled and he paused to stroke her hair, whispering against her ear. "I love you."

"Don't stop." She leaned up to kiss him again and he was more than willing to oblige.