Dean glanced over at Carmen, noticing she was still asleep and quietly got out of bed, trying not to wake her.

He walked over to the cabinet and looked at the different bottles of liquor with a frown and then decided to mix his favourite blood type with his favourite brand of whisky.

Then he poured another glass for Carmen, but leaving the liquor out. She would kill him if she found alcohol in her glass of blood.

He grinned at the thought and headed back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He watched Carmen for a while, contemplating whether to wake her or not.

"Stop it." She suddenly mumbled sleepily, her eyes still closed.

"Stop what?" Dean asked back and saw a smile appear on Carmen's face. "Stop watching me. It's creepy."

She opened her eyes and sat up in bed, tugging the blanket properly around her naked form when the cold air swept over her skin.

"Morning, babe." She said and leaned in to kiss Dean's lips. "Morning." Dean replied and handed her her drink.

"Thanks. I really need that now." She said and took a gulp, feeling the energy spread through her body in an instant.

"Yeah. You were pretty exhausted. Your nap lasted actually eight hours." Dean said, concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. Don't worry." Carmen smiled at him, hoping her words would comfort him.

She pushed the blanket aside and hurried to her wardrobe to put on her morning robe.

But Dean still caught a glimpse of the dark spots on her hips before they were covered by the fabric.

His eyes widened in shock and he realized he must have done that the night before. He had left bruises on his mate's skin during sex.

His hands started to shake and he put his glass aside before it could slip out of his hands.

Carmen noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere, feeling Dean's mood change within seconds. When she turned around, she stopped in shock seeing

Dean standing closely behind her with a serious look on his face. Her smile quickly faltered.

"What's the matter?" She asked concerned, anxiously waiting for his answer.

Dean didn't say anything, he simply pulled her morning robe aside, revealing the spots on the side of her body. Carmen gasped at the sight.

"When did this happen?" She asked confused and looked up into Dean's eyes. In an instant she caught on, finally seeing what was going on with him and

started to shake her head softly. "No, Dean don't say what you're about to say, it's alright, really." She pleaded but Dean ignored her words.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He said hoarsely. "I didn't even notice that I hurt you, that's unforgivable."

"I haven't noticed, either. Honey, it's okay, it doesn't hurt. I'll have a little more blood and the bruises will disappear in a few minutes." She said with a little

smile. "Besides, I love it when you're rough with me, you know that." She added seductively and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Dean looked thoughtfully at her. He didn't believe her for a second. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying." Carmen protested.

"I never lost control like that before..." Dean trailed off when he felt his voice betray him.

Carmen brought a hand to his face and softly caressed his cheek.

"And I want you to lose control with me, I want you to enjoy being close to me without holding back, alright?"

Carmen's words made his blood rush through his veins and he had to take a deep breath when he felt his body react.

"Alright." He said and felt a sudden urge to make it up to her. "Maybe there isn't anything I can do to make it better but I can do this..." Dean started and

got down on his knees in front of her. He gently pressed his lips to the sore spots on her hips, placing tender kisses on her skin and Carmen sighed heavily.

"Mhm, that's good baby." She said, running a hand through his hair. Dean's hands moved further up her thighs and then she felt his fingers sneaking to her center, brushing softly over her folds.

Carmen let out a yelp and smacked his hand away. "No way, that's not going to happen again." She scolded playfully and closed her robe with a teasing

smile, taking a few steps away from Dean. "Candy store is closed for today." She said and was glad to see a smile appear on Dean's face again.

"I'm already running late, so I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take a shower without you." She teased with a grin and Dean sighed.

"Are you seriously expecting me to wait until tonight? " He asked appalled and Carmen laughed at the shocked expression on his face.

"Can't you just take the day off since you're running late anyway? I mean, what's the point in going to work when you've already missed a few hours?" He

asked hopefully following her to the bathroom and stopping her from going in. He held her close and softly kissed her lips.

"I want to make sweet love to you. Nice and slow throughout the whole day. Afterwards, I'd like to continue loving you all night until the morning hours."

Dean's voice was a soft and seductive whisper and Carmen felt herself starting to melt in his embrace. She had to do something, otherwise she would call in sick.

"As tempting as that sounds and it's very tempting..." Carmen chuckled and noticed a victorious smile appear on Dean's face.

She grinned and quickly got out of his arms before he had the chance to react and slammed the bathroom door in his face.

"No can do, honey." Dean heard her muffled voice on the other side of the door. He groaned in frustration. "I bet Jason will get excited when you show up at

work eventually. I can almost see him drooling over you like a love sick puppy. God, I hate this guy." He said under his breath.

"Are you jealous, honey?" Carmen asked through the door, chuckling at his words.

"I do not get jealous!" Dean shouted and left the bedroom, heading downstairs.

He switched the TV on and made coffee in the kitchen since he knew Carmen never left for work without her dose of caffeine in the morning. He listened attentively to the morning news, sipping occasionaly on his blood-and-whisky mix and looked through his agenda to see what his schedule for the day was like.

After a few minutes Carmen entered the kitchen, perfectly dressed for work. Her pinstriped suit fitted her like a second skin, accentuating her perfect curves. Her long hair was flowing down her back in shiny dark brown curls. She was flawless and Dean didn't like it.

He narrowed his eyes at her and Carmen raised her eyebrows in annoyance.

"What's the matter again?" She asked with a sigh, but then noticed the fresh coffee. She poured herself a cup of the black liquid, smiling brightly.

A warm feeling spread through her body at Dean's thoughtfulness. He would never admit that he had made the coffee specifically for her though.

But she knew better and the gesture showed her that he had started caring about her again. She was still smiling dreamily when Dean's gruff voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Is this how you dress for work?" He shot back.

"Yes, Dean. I've always dressed for work like this, ever since those kind of suits were invented." She said with a sickly sweet smile.

"I'm just saying. I'm sure Jason will love it." He said innocently and this time Carmen couldn't hold back a laugh. He sounded like a little upset boy.

"Okay, gotta go." She said and leaned up to give him a quick kiss.

"Six o'clock at the Spanish place?" He asked and Carmen rolled her eyes, amused Dean couldn't memorize the name of the restaurant that they had been eating at every Friday for the past fifty years.

"Yes, don't be late." She said with a soft smile and turned to leave but Dean pulled her back, forcing her to look at him.

"You know that I don't want Jason to work with you." He said quietly. Carmen leaned casually against the counter and kinked an eyebrow.

"Why don't you send him a nice e-mail, huh?" She asked and Dean grinned at her.

"Good idea, babe."

Carmen opened her purse and to Dean's surprise and amusement, she pulled out a little white card.

"Here. There's an e-mail address and even a phone number on it." She said and Dean chuckled, looking down at the business card. "Thanks baby."

"Go nuts." She said with a smile and quickly left the house before Dean could hold her up any longer.

Abby sighed heavily and forced herself to focus on the new guests that were checking in, but it wasn't easy. She couldn't stop thinking about Sam.

It had been a week since the day he had told her he wanted to go out with her and she still hadn't decided yet.

She was frustrated and didn't know what to do anymore. The dreams were still haunting her and have gotten even more intense.

She kept waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, her body on fire. She shivered as she thought back to the dream from the night before.

It had been so painfully real and she still remembered how Sam had felt deep inside of her, his body on top of hers, his hot skin rubbing against hers and his intoxicating scent...Abby blushed at her thoughts and cursed her memory.

She had to stop thinking about him already, it wasn't healthy. She took a deep breath and shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and looked up at the couple standing in front of her.

"Here's your key. You got room number twelve. It's really nice, I'm sure you'll like it. Have a nice stay."

She said and exhaled a relieved breath when the guests left the reception, glad she was alone with her thoughts again.

She had to make up her mind already, she couldn't keep living like that. And it wasn't fair to string Sam along like that.

She knew he would be waiting for her answer silently without bringing the subject up again, so she felt especially guilty.

She would love to see him, she wanted to go out with him more than anything. But she was scared.

She couldn't look him in the eye anymore and pretend to be the nice manager that he had hired when she had been having mind-blowing and passionate sex with him in her dreams for the past four weeks.

Abby looked at her watch, noticing that there was one hour left until lunch break. And she finally came to a decision.

In an hour she would be going to say 'yes' to him. And she wouldn't chicken out.

Sam was pacing nervously in his office. He couldn't get Abby off his mind, he was constantly thinking about her. It was like he had no control over his thoughts at all.

He knew he needed to be patient and give Abby the time she needed to make a decision. But in the meantime, he was going crazy.

What if she turned him down? He couldn't lose his mate so soon.

Then, he caught her scent and he turned to the door, expecting her to walk in. A few seconds later he heard a soft knock on the door before it opened and Abby stepped inside.

She smiled softly at him and Sam took it as a good sign.

Abby cut immediately to the chase. There was no use in beating around the bush.

"I hope you do realize that it's a really awkward situation...I mean, you're my boss and if we cross that line it won't be the same between us."

Sam looked her straight in the eye, feeling Abby's contradicting emotions radiating off of her.

He felt bad for pulling her into his world, a world she yet had to find out about. But he couldn't live without her.

She was his mate, the one that he had been looking over four hundred years for.

"I know and I'm sorry." He said hoarsely and Abby nodded. "But I don't care." He added softly and Abby's eyes widened.

She cleared her throat, processing his words. "You're willing to take the risk and deal with the consequences?"

Sam simply nodded, waiting for her reaction. When she said the next words Sam knew he was in heaven.

"Me too."

A/N: Here's the new chapter, hope you like. There will be more Sam and Abby time in the next chapter, I promise!

Thank you guys for reading and BIG thanks to subtlelife and cold kagome for reviewing the last chapter:)