Author's note: this chapter has some smut...

A couple of weeks later

Alice sat outside in the sunshine field stripping a gun that Bobby had given her to practice with, as she did so she was muttering the exorcism prayer memorising it over and over. She'd spent the previous day drawing devils' traps in the panic room, learning their meaning and trying to get her limited art skills to match Bobby's drawings.

Bobby came out to her with a cup of coffee, "you're doing ok, keep at it, when you've learned each bit of the gun, where it goes and which the dangerous end is, I'll teach you to shoot. I've heard from the boys, they're ok. Dealing with some stuff, but nothing out of the realms of what we consider normal. How're you doing?"

Alice put the gun down and looked at him. "I need to learn to fight. Otherwise, I'm ok."

She didn't let on that she spent all of her time missing Dean, she'd decided it made her sound stupid to miss someone she'd known for such a short time. Even if he had saved her life, and did have the most beautiful green eyes, and that body… Alice realised she'd zoned out a little and Bobby was looking at her worriedly, "Honestly, I'm fine. It's just all new, you know."

Bobby nodded. As he turned to walk away he looked over his shoulder. "Got you some new id, you're now a legally illegal citizen of the US. You're called Alice Young now. When you're ready we'll get you some FBI badges, but one step at a time. OK?"

"Thanks Bobby," Alice smiled and began to dismantle the weapon in front of her. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, Ergo draco maledicte et sectio…"

A couple of weeks after that

Alice sat on the bonnet of one of Bobby's cars, sweating and exhausted after a five mile run. She'd been fit before, and had enjoyed running, but the martial arts teacher she'd signed up with pushed her to her limits. She sighed as she realised how much she still had to learn. She swallowed the remaining water she had left, and got up to hit the shower. In the distance she had the rumble of a car engine, but thought nothing of it as Bobby had gone out earlier to tow a wreck back to the yard. The engine noise grew louder, and as Alice turned, she saw the familiar sight of a 1967 Impala draw up to the gates. Her heart leapt in her chest as she saw two men in the front, and as she stood she sent up a silent prayer: "Please don't let him have changed his mind, or met someone, or be broken…please God."

The car drew to a stop, Dean and Sam got out. Dean stopped and looked at her. "You need a shower sweetheart." Alice started, and looked down at herself, she was wearing joggers and an old t-shirt of Bobby's knotted at the waist, both of which were distinctly past their best and very sweaty. She blushed, and then smiled and shrugged, "Guess so…coming?" she asked. Dean laughed, "Couldn't stop me if you tried, s'ya later Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes and started getting their bags out of the car. "Hey Alice, good to see you again." Alice smiled at Sam, "You too hun," she replied in her best American accent. "What was that? Irish?" He asked with a laugh. She chuckled too, "Yeah, I think I'll just be an English American, good to see you too. Catch up later?" And with that, she walked into the house with Dean following close behind.

A couple of minutes later

She stepped into the warm shower, letting the water rinse away the mud and sweat from the run. She heard the bathroom door open, then close, and she smiled as Dean stepped in next to her. He ran his hands down her body, "So beautiful," he grinned then took her face into his hands and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Their bodies responded immediately, her nipples hardened as he pulled her in tighter. His hard body against hers, covered in small scars, and with some fading bruises across his shoulder. She caressed them, each and every one, and then kissed them, working her way round so she was behind him and then in front of him again. Their eyes searched each others, and then he lifted her against the wall, the water spilling down and around them as he entered her, his hard length filling her. She moaned in pleasure as he moved within her, and he groaned in response to feeling her muscles around him contract. They moved together, his position putting him in all the right places to make her whimper, bringing her to a climax that made him shout his name with him following swiftly after.

Drying off they moved to the bed, satiated for now, and lay facing each other quietly. He caressed her body gently, eyes shut, almost dozing. Alice basked in the after glow and relished the sight of him lying next to her.

After a while he opened his eyes and leaned in towards her, their lips met again, and soon the need overtook them. Dean kissed the side of her neck where the scar from Ellie's bite stood out, then moved down to gently kiss and tease her nipples. She in turn took him in hand, and soon he was rock hard, a small bead of moisture at his tip and he rubbed her clit making her wet and moaning for him again. Pushing her over on to her back, Dean pushed inside her and thrust back and forth almost taking himself out of her, and then moving all the way back in. Alice looked down and revelled in the sight of their bodies perfectly fitting together, man and woman, moving in ecstasy. He looked down where she was looking, then smiled as he rolled her on top of him. They came together in this position calling each others' names, uninhibited and desperately in love.

Much later the next day

Dean and Alice emerged the next lunch time. Glowing, and stealing glances and grins across the room, they desperately tried to concentrate on what Sam and Bobby were talking about. Eventually Alice decided that she was good for nothing, and that whatever was being discussed was important enough that she was hindering Dean, so she changed back into her running gear, and giving Dean a gentle kiss on the lips, strode off to do her usual five mile run. She promised herself that she'd try to be somewhere near her personal best, but doubted that she'd even manage the five miles her legs were so tired.

When she got back, having completed five miles, but very slowly (and she'd had to walk some), a dark haired man in a crumpled trench coat stood looking very seriously at the men standing outside.

"Alice, this is Castiel.. Cas, he's, well he's an angel of the Lord. Sweetheart, we have to go again," Dean looked at her somberly. Alice just nodded, although her heart dropped at the news, she knew what she'd gotten herself into and couldn't complain when they had to go and do whatever they had to do. She smiled bravely at Dean and then held her hand out to Cas.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard all about you. Take care of them, won't you?"

Cas looked at her, "It is also nice to make your acquaintance Alice Elizabeth Mitchell. I know of you, and Dean has spoken about finding someone he cares deeply for. I hope that you remain well while we are gone." Alice frowned at his odd way of speaking, but as she turned to say something to Dean, there was a fluttering noise and all three were gone.

"He does that," was all Bobby said. "Come on Al, time's a wasting, we need to get you working those phones."