Chapter Thirty-Three

Amie grimaced as she peeled the bandage from her neck. Dean kept telling her it wasn't that bad and that she probably wouldn't even have a scar, but she wanted to see it for herself. She had three cuts going from where her shoulder met her neck to her jawline, at which point they stopped and then jumped up to start again an inch below her cheekbone and finished at her temple. The ones that went from her cheek to her temple were more like deep scratches. It was the cuts to her neck that had required stitches. One was less than a millimeter to the left of her jugular. The emergency room doctor had told her that if it had hit her jugular, she would have bled out before the boys got her to the hospital. Dean had paled noticeably when he heard that.

She tossed the bandage in the trash and turned on the shower. She yanked off her blood-stained clothes. Her jacket and shirt were probably ruined, but everything else was salvageable. Once the water was steaming hot, she stepped into the shower, flinching as it hit her sensitive skin. She put her head back, her eyes closed, letting the hot water rinse the blood from her hair. Amie heard the door open, though she couldn't see anything through the tacky desert vista decorated shower curtain.

"Dean?" she asked.

There was no reply, but seconds later he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Amie's eyes slid down his body; the broad shoulders, the biceps she always admired when they strained against his t-shirts, the pectoral muscles followed by the abdominal muscles kept taut and firm by the hundreds of core exercises he did each day. Dean's unbelievable green eyes flashed when he caught her admiring him, a grin on his face.

He didn't say anything, just picked up the bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hand. Then he put his arm around her waist and turned them around, so the spray from the shower was hitting his back. He rubbed his hands together and then began rubbing the shampoo into her long hair, taking care to wash every inch. They stood like that for several minutes, not talking, just looking into each other's eyes as Dean washed her hair. When he was done he turned them back around, pushing Amie's head back so he could rinse the shampoo from her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong hands against her head.

Dean kissed her, right where the stitches started. His lips moved slowly up her neck, his tongue tracing the line of stitches until he reached her jaw. He moved up her cheek, again kissing the wounds left by the werewolf's claws, until he reached her temple. He ducked down, finally capturing her lips in his, demanding her attention. He reached behind her and seconds later, his hands were covering her body, sliding everywhere from the soap he was using. Amie's heart was racing, her stomach muscles clenching in anticipation. She pressed against Dean and took the soap from him, following his example. Dean's kisses became more persistent, more demanding. She could feel his arousal against her stomach. She reached between them, sliding her soapy hands up and down his erection. Dean pulled her tighter against him, one arm around her waist, the other braced against the wall. He pushed her backward until he was directly under the water, the soap sliding off of both of their bodies.

Amie heard Dean's sharp intake of breath just before she felt the water turn cold. He quickly turned the water off and flung open the shower curtain. He lifted Amie up and set her on the floor. She grabbed a towel from the rack and dried her hair before wrapping it around herself, watching as Dean dried himself off. He stepped out of the shower and picked her up. He covered her mouth with his, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, searching for more. He carried her into the bedroom, dropping her towel to the floor before lying her on the bed.

Dean laid on his side, one hand behind Amie's neck, the other pressed against the small of her back, his kisses becoming more and more demanding. Amie responded, crushing herself against him, wanting to feel every inch of him touching her. She brought one leg up, flinging it over Dean's hip. Her hands slid down his chest and stomach and past his hips until she reached his erection. Her fingers lightly traced the tip, then she ran her hand carefully up and down the shaft, before gripping him tightly at the base and pulling gently.

Dean moved his hand across her back and over her hip, until he was cupping her sex, the palm of his hand pressing against her, two fingers gently entering her. Amie pushed her hips into his hand, rocking against him. His lips were like fire racing across her jaw and down her neck, his hand and fingers moving constantly, circling until they hit the perfect spot. She could feel the orgasm building, but instead of letting it happen, she pushed Dean onto his back, straddling him. She lowered herself slowly onto him until she had taken every inch of him inside her. With a sigh, she began moving carefully up and down his shaft. Dean grabbed her hips as his own hips strained against her, encouraging her to move. She took her time, riding him carefully, savoring every second, while his hands at her waist were silently guiding her.

Amie leaned over Dean, her breasts brushing against his chest as her lips moved across his collarbone, up his neck and to his mouth. Dean gripped her waist, urging her to move faster, his hips slamming into hers, harder and harder. She rode him harder and faster, encouraged by his movements, her hands clutching his shoulders, every perfect inch of him moving inside her, filling her. Dean put his hand between them, finding her clit, sending uncontrollable shivers through her as he stimulated it over and over. This time Amie let the orgasm come, wave after wave, her muscles clenching around Dean as she moved faster and faster until he joined her, his climax causing every muscle in his body to tighten just before his release.

Amie thought Dean was asleep. He was stretched across the bed, his head on her stomach and one arm around her. They had been lying there for quite a while, not talking. She was absentmindedly running her fingers through his hair, listening to him breath, close to sleep herself.

"Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly asked.

"Mm, sure," she replied.

Dean was quiet for a minute before he finally asked, "How would you feel about meeting Cas?"

Amie put her head up to look at him, but he was still lying on her stomach, his fingers tracing circles on her arm. She hesitated for just a moment before answering. "I'd feel just fine about it. He's important to you, right?" she inquired.

Dean nodded against her stomach. "I guess he's my best friend. Or the closest I've ever had to one."

"Well, then I should meet him. Whenever you want me to." Though she did feel slightly nervous at the prospect of meeting a former angel, especially one that every fallen angel on Earth was apparently after.

Dean put his head up and rested his chin on her stomach. "Great. We'll go tomorrow," he said, one of his "I'm adorable" grins on his face. "Cas is in Rexburg, about thirty minutes from here. I think you'll like him. I'm just warning you though, Cas is different. He's…unconventional. Awkward. Not always good with people. He can take a little getting used to." Dean kissed her hip and laid his head back down on her stomach.

Amie went back to running her fingers through his hair. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, that was for sure.

Dean parked the Impala at the side of the Rexburg Gas-n-Sip. He looked at Amie over the backseat. "Ready?" he asked.

"Sure," she smiled, trying to reassure him. He had seemed a bit nervous all morning. He kept telling her little things about Castiel, like his weird habits or oddities. He made sure to tell her that she shouldn't react if he did this thing that was weird or if he did that thing that seemed strange.

Dean got out of the car and opened the back door for Amie. She stepped out and immediately kissed him, putting her hand on his arm that was resting on the top of the door. "Would you relax already? It's me, I can handle this."

"I know you can, it's Cas I'm worried about," he replied, taking her hand as he closed the door. "Let's go see if he's here."

Dean kept a hold of her hand, his hand completely engulfing hers. They followed Sam into the convenience store, Dean pulling her along behind him. There was a considerably long line at the counter. She tried to see around Sam and Dean, who were standing in front of her, to the person working the register. All she caught was an occasional glimpse of dark hair and a blue vest. Dean pulled her over to stand in the line, while Sam wandered toward the candy aisle.

The line moved forward, inch by inch. After a couple of people in front of them had moved, Amie was finally able to get a good look at the man helping the patrons. His name tag said 'Steve.' He was tall, but definitely not as tall as Dean or Sam, with dark hair and striking blue eyes.

"That's Cas," Dean whispered in her ear.

Almost as if he had heard him, Castiel looked up, directly at Dean. He seemed to hesitate, the friendly smile slipping from his face. His eyes darted to Amie and then to her and Dean's intertwined fingers. A confused look crossed his face. He finished helping the customer he was with, then said something to another person in a blue vest a few feet from him before stepping out from behind the counter.

Dean moved out of the line, pulling Amie with him. "Hey, Cas," he said.

"Dean," Castiel said. His voice was much deeper than Amie expected. "How are you?"

"I'm good, really good," Dean replied. He tugged Amie forward, a smile on his face. "I wanted you to meet someone. This is Amie, she's my…well…for lack of a better word she's my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Castiel tipped his head to one side.

Dean smiled, though he looked slightly irritated. "Yeah, Cas, my girlfriend. You know, the woman I…."

"I know what a girlfriend is Dean, I just never expected you to have one. It doesn't seem to be your style," Castiel explained. "You have always had a difficult time expressing caring emotions, such as love, so it just seems odd that you would suddenly have those feelings for someone that is not your brother."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. Amie could tell his patience was wearing thin. "Look, Cas…," he grumbled.

Amie squeezed Dean's hand and plastered a smile on her face. Interesting, just like she thought it would be.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Castiel. Sam and Dean talk about you all the time," Amie said quickly, taking a step forward and putting out her right hand. She was hoping to dispel any problems. "I know this is unexpected, us showing up like this, but Dean wanted to see you, wanted us to meet. We were nearby, hunting." When Castiel didn't shake her hand, she looked between him and Dean, unsure how to proceed. The irritation between them was evident in their body language. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but she suspected it had nothing to do with her. "You know what, I'm going to grab a cup of coffee," Amie pointed over her shoulder to the back of the store, "and let you two talk for a minute."

As Amie turned to go, Dean tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her back to him. He kissed her quickly right next to her ear, whispering 'Sorry' under his breath. She nodded, briefly touching her hand to his face, before kissing his cheek. Then she smiled at Castiel and walked toward the back of the store. She poked Sam in the arm as she passed him and gestured back to his brother. "You might want to go referee, Sam," she told him.

Sam looked over at Dean and Castiel. "Well, shit," he muttered, setting down the candy bar he had in his hand. He quickly walked to the front of the store.

Amie continued to the back of the store where she had seen the coffee. She took her time filling her cup and adding her cream and sugar. She watched the boys at the front of the store, their conversation quite animated. As people left the store, she saw them glance curiously at the Winchesters and Castiel. She understood why; it was hard not to look at the three extremely attractive men talking so seriously in the corner. The store cleared out after a couple of minutes, the momentary rush apparently over. The other associate behind the counter said something to Castiel, then disappeared through a door labeled "Employees Only."

She finished making her coffee, then went to grab a lid to put on the cup. It slipped out of her hand and hit the floor. As Amie bent to pick it up she heard the distinct sound of fluttering wings. She stood up quickly, making her head spin. She grabbed the countertop for support. Katarina stood in front of her.

"Katarina! What are doing here?" she inquired.

"I have been watching you. I knew if I kept a close eye on your movements, that eventually you would lead me to Castiel. I am quite anxious to talk to him. I just wanted to remind you that I promised not to hurt him. Please remind the Winchesters of that." Katarina said, very politely. And then she disappeared.

"Shit!" she shouted, dropping her coffee and heading toward the boys. "Dean!"

Dean looked up, startled. When he saw Amie running toward him, he took a step in her direction.

"No, not me! Cas!" she yelled, gesturing at the former angel.

Just then, Katarina appeared next to Castiel, her hand going immediately to his head. Both Sam and Dean tried to grab him, but they were too late. Castiel and the angel were gone.