Nine hours

Sam made Amelia go to bed, as soon as she finished getting some warm food into her. The others hadn't been terribly hungry, after the party that afternoon; although Dean had consumed as much as the starving ex-goddess, but he was still catching up after a month in Purgatory. They all sat in the kitchen, talking and laughing; asking Amelia what it felt like to be human. Amelia asked a lot of questions of her own; because despite being 'older than dirt' as Sam had put it the day they met, she knew so very little about how to be human.

Sam had ushered her to bed, telling her there would be time for that in the morning. Her first lesson in being human was to take care of her body; because it was the last one she was going to get and it needed to last a lifetime. Mortality was another new concept, a frightening one. And she again started to cry; she was scared and could no longer see the future. Then Sam had climbed into bed with her, wrapped his arms around; and she remembered why she had made her decision; and she was no longer afraid.

The storm had started to ease the moment Amelia had come into Missouri's house. The women had gone to their respective motels after Amelia had gone to bed, but Garth stayed and talked to Dean. He had brought Dean up to speed on the network he was building with Charlie's help. When he mentioned what Tim, Roy and Walt had attempted to do to Sam and Amelia, Dean had stoically sat and listened; but Garth knew better than to assume the three of them wouldn't be paying for messing with Dean Winchester's little brother, again.

By two in the morning, Dean had the house to himself; Missouri had gone to bed shortly after Jody, Cassie and Charlie had taken off. He wandered around the old house, grabbing another beer and sat down on the soft over-stuffed chair. It hadn't been quite the home-coming he would have expected; but he was warm, dry, full and safe. He wondered where Cas had taken off to, he wondered if Sam would want to settle down with Amelia, and the baby, he thought about how great Cassie looked, and a couple thousand more questions he had; until he fell asleep in the chair.

Sam got up around Three AM, and just as he had expected, Dean was asleep in a chair in the living room. He didn't know how he could be comfortable, but after the last two months; he guessed it might the most comfortable he'd been in a long time. He took off his boots and put his feet up on the ottoman, and then covered him with a blanket. He huffed out a breath; only Dean could get out of Purgatory and in just under 24 hours have faced a crowd of mostly strangers with his best 'game face', and then threatened the One; all the while looking out for his baby brother.

He went back to bed and slipped in next to the woman, and he could now call her that without any reservation, the woman who had chosen him over immortality and godly powers. She curled into him, he thought still asleep. She wasn't, and it turned out she wanted to find out if their physical compatibility had survived her transformation. Later, as they were catching their breaths, she told him what Amelia Stone had said. She said she agreed completely, but Sam thought they should test it again, 'just to make sure'.

When the two of them dragged themselves into the kitchen around 8 AM; they were met with Dean's smirk and Missouri's glare. "Holy crap, Sam. The poor girl has only been human for," and he looked at the clock, "nine hours and you're already going at it like bunnies." Missouri's glare was transferred to Dean, which only made him smile bigger. Sam blushed, but only slightly; he knew his brother wouldn't be able to resist commenting on his sex life. He seriously hoped he would get tired of it soon, because he had every intention of making love to Amelia any chance he got.

Amelia had a slightly different reaction. She had calmly poured a cup of coffee, and then turned his brother. "Dean, since you don't strike me as a man who follows animal husbandry; let me tell you about how rabbits mate. They mate often because they can reproduce frequently. However, their preparation usually takes only a few seconds and the actual act of sexual intercourse is usually less than a minute. Your brother, on the other hand, is quite accomplished at foreplay and a tender yet resourceful lover, with great stamina."

She handed Sam the coffee she had poured. "But, if you were referring to the cultural idiom that refers to people who have sex every chance they get, then you partly are correct." Then she turned and got the milk out of the frig. "But, rabbits only do it for procreation. And since I am, as you know, already pregnant, if we were 'doing it like bunnies', we would have no reason to have sex." As she poured the milk into Sam's coffee, she added. "And I can promise you, we will be having sex every chance we get; most likely up to and including the day the baby is born."

She put the milk back and then she headed for the door, winking at Sam as she passed him. "I call first shower."

Dean had been sitting there with his mouth part way open. As he heard the bathroom door close, he turned to Sam. "What a smart ass. Sam. I adore that woman!"

X

Jody was, as usual, the first to show up; shortly after breakfast. Cassie, Charlie and Garth weren't far behind; and by noon, Missouri's house was restored to order. Jody was also the first to take off for home; after getting promises from the Winchesters, and she already considered Amelia as part of that family; that they would keep in touch. Garth and Charlie took off for the base they had started to set up. Cassie hung around, and she and Dean found some time to talk alone.

And, despite Missouri's assurances that they were welcome to stay, they had loaded everything into the Impala and were on the road by mid-afternoon. They left the Tahoe with the psychic, to repay her for all she had done for them. The only real plan they had come up with was to head to the cabin in Whitefish. They'd use the trip to spend some quality time together, and let Dean and Amelia get to know one another. Sam was briefly concerned as they were getting into the car; where would Amelia ride? The old car's bench seat could have probably allowed them all to ride together in the front; but Amelia had climbed into the back seat without any discussion.

She may not be able to read minds anymore, but she didn't need to. She knew her place in this relationship, at least as far as Dean's baby was concerned. Dean drove, Sam rode shotgun and she would ride in the back. She smiled when she saw the relief on Dean and Sam's faces; both must have dreaded she'd want to ride with them, or make Sam choose between them. What they both forgot, you had to be in the backseat to be a 'backseat driver'. She planned on driving them both nuts long before they got out of Kansas.