(I don't normally do author notes but I just have to share the soundtrack that goes with this Dean and Bea bit. Van Morrison, Into The Mystic. Enjoy and please don't forget to review)

Sam concentrated hard on the road ahead as he pushed the speed limit heading back to the cabin. Dean was in the backseat with Bea who was applying pressure to his bleeding arm.

"There's a lot of blood" Bea voice sounded scared

"No, I've had worse" Dean replied obviously trying to calm her. "Bea, what happened back there?"

"I don't know" she began to cry "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."

Dean reached to her with his good arm and pulled her face to his so their foreheads touched "Stop saying sorry, you saved us. Its okay baby"

Staring into Dean's intense eyes Bea almost believed him, moving her mouth to his she kissed him tenderly, neither of them seeing the worried look Sam wore on his face.

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Bea woke as the Impala began its drive down the bumpy lane that lead to her home and her prison. She was curled in a ball under Dean's strong arm and she wondered at the good fortune that had let her wake up next to this gorgeous creature twice now, good fortune normally passed her by.

"Home sweet home" Dean said looking down at her

It was the middle of the night as they stepped from the car into the cool night air

"How's the arm?" Sam asked Dean as he closed the door behind him

"I'll live" Dean answered even though it hurt like hell "Let's get in"

Sam walked ahead to open the door and as he walked through the lights and fireplace came to life by themselves, he turned back to where Bea walked tucked under Dean's arm

"What? A girl has to have some perk's from the shit life she's been dealt!" she answered his concerned face innocently

Sam half smiled then continued into the cabin.

"Sam could you get the first aid box, its under the sink" Bea said as she guided Dean to the couch that was still made up as a bed from last night "Let me look at it"

Dean raised his eyebrows suggestively making Bea giggle as she slowly pulled his jacket from his shoulders taking care to not move his wounded arm too much. She moved in front of him kneeling between his legs and began to undo his shirt buttons, her breathing a little faster at being caught up in Dean's intense stare. Concentrating on the task of opening buttons to reveal his smooth chest, his toned stomach where a little trail of hair lead down into his pants, finally raising her face to look up at him and for a moment it was hard to catch her breath, he was so beautiful and it was obvious he wanted her. Reaching up to push his shirt off his broad shoulders she allowed her fingers to slowly caress his skin.

"Umm guys, so the first aid box, its umm.. here" Sam blushed slightly watching the intimate moment as he loitered with the box in his hand

"Thanks" both Dean and Bea replied at the same time neither of them breaking eye contact

Dean reached out to Bea's face hesitating for a moment before touching her cheek, he felt her lean into him and closed his eyes as she moved her mouth to kiss his palm, the moment of softness overwhelming him a bit. He felt his eyes tearing up as he looked down on her face, could god really be so cruel as to let him fall in love with the devil's daughter. He hadn't ever felt anything this intense, not even with Lisa. Watching as Bea nervously bit down on her lower lip he forgot all the pain in his arm and he grabbed for her, pulling her into an urgent kiss. Bea responded as wet lips and tongues collided and she moved quickly to straddle him.

"Guys?" Sam spoke loudly as he turned putting the first aid box on the floor one way then the other looking for a quick escape route "Wait just.." and he quickly left the cabin slamming the door behind him.

Dean felt dizzy as his hands reached behind Bea's head, his fingers tangling in long soft hair as he pulled her face to his, desperate to get as close as possible. His tongue slowly licked at her lower lip before pulling it into his mouth and felt her body react to him. A soft moan escaped Bea's lips as she sat back for a moment, hands on smooth skin before reaching down to pull her own top over her head. Dean grabbed Bea around her waist and slammed her body into his reclaiming her mouth, his hands busy trying to touch as much of her smooth skin as he could.

"Oww" he winced as Bea accidentally brushed over his wounded arm

"Oh my god I'm so sorry" she quickly said starting to move off him "I was going to patch that up"

Strong arms stopped her from moving away and as she relaxed back into his body "Don't" he spoke softly his face close to hers "Don't go"

"I'm not going anywhere" came her words breathlessly as gentle hands guided him back onto the couch.