This is my last pre-written chapter and the time between uploads will be longer after this chapter, sadly. Everyone's amazing and thanks for reviewing! Enjoy!

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My mind woke up before my eyes. I felt something brush across my lips and I opened my eyes groggily. I was met with two sparkling green eyes and a smirk. I smiled back at him and gently pressed my lips to his. I set my head back down on his chest. "Good morning," he hummed right next to my ear. "Good morning," I said softly as I lightly traced my fingers up and down his chest. "Nightmares?" I asked, looking up at him. He smiled at me, "none." I kissed his chest and smiled at him. How long had it been since he had a full nights sleep? He looked so much healthier and happier and just better overall. I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. His rough hand was bigger than mine, giving an interesting contrast to my smaller, smooth one. He lowered his face down to the side of my head, his lips grazing my ear as he talked. "You know," he whispered, "we don't have to gank the witch until later tonight, we have all day to do whatever we want."

"Yeah?" I said slightly blushing, "then what do you want to do?" He smirked mischievously, "I have a few ideas." I blushed even harder and buried my face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me slightly on top of him. We stayed like that for a while. I was laying on top of him, listening to him breathe. After a while, I heard Sam moving around on the other bed. My eyes grew wide, "Dean."

"What, what's wrong?" He asked, looking at me alarmed.

"Sam's getting up"

"So?"

I looked at him, confused. "Don't you want me to go back to the couch?" Now he was the one with a confused expression on his face. "No, why would I want that?" I shrugged, "I thought you wouldn't want him to know."

"Why wouldn't I want him to know?"

"I don't know. You're Dean Winchester, you don't make sense sometimes."

"Who said that?"

"Nobody," I rolled my eyes, "but everyone thinks it."

"Well how do you know that?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, he was being annoying on purpose now. "You're a little brat, you know that?"

"Yes, but I'm your little brat," he said, winking at me. I heard Sam groan tiredly and I dropped my head onto Dean's chest.

"I'm still sleeping, okay?" I whispered. He chuckled, "alright, fine." I closed my eyes and tried to look like I was sleeping. I heard Sam yawn, "Dean, where's Ash-" he must have seen me in the bed and cut off. "Oh," he said, "I'm gonna go, um, take a shower." I heard his feet pad across the carpet and the bathroom door shut. Dean started laughing and I opened my eyes to look at him. "What?" I asked, sitting up. "You should've seen how red he was, Ashley." He laughed, sitting up next to me. I found myself staring at him, he looked so happy and perfect. He noticed me staring and a curious expression crossed his face. "God, Dean," I said looking over him, "why are you so perfect?" His expression went from curious to shocked in seconds. Before I could say anything else, he crashed his lips to mine. He kissed me hungrily, pushing me down on the bed. I slid down on my back as he hovered over me, melting his lips onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me. His body fit perfectly with mine, our legs tangling together. He held most of his body weight on his arms, but I still felt every inch of his body pressed up against me. I ran my hands down his back, scratching lightly. He moaned deeply and bucked his hips. I gasped as his hips rubbed against mine. "Dean," I moaned, running my fingers through his hair. He broke away and looked at me sadly, "I'm not perfect, I'm broken." I took his face in my hands, "I don't care if you're broken." His eyes became soft. He put his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, resting my chin just behind his shoulder. I heard a sniffle and pulled him back. He looked at me through wet eyes, a single tear spilling out. "Hey," I said softly, "what's wrong?"

"Ashley," he said, his voice heavy, "I went to hell for four months. I'm so broken, I don't even get a full night of sleep. So how can you just say that you don't care if I'm broken or not?"

"Because it's not your fault"

"I'm the one who made the deal"

"Because you were trying to bring back your own brother"

"It was my fault he died in the first place!" His angry tears were running down his face as he sat up. I brought myself up next to him. "Dean," I spoke quietly, "you didn't know he was gonna die."

"But I could have watched him more. I promised dad that I would." He dropped his face in his hands, sobbing quietly. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him into my shoulder. He lifted his head from his hands and buried his face into the crook of my neck. "Dean," I whispered into his ear, "it's not your fault, I promise." I remembered Sam and relaxed when I heard the shower still running. After a few minutes, Dean calmed down. "You ok?" I asked softly. "Yeah," his voice was raw. I pulled him back, his eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Dean, please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault," I was almost begging him. He looked at me for a minute, the redness starting to fade from around his eyes. "Okay," he sighed. I pressed my lips lightly against his. "Good," I smiled. He smiled back and we went to change. I switched Dean's sweatpants I was wearing for my pair of jeans, and I was already wearing my only shirt. I walked over to Dean and I heard the shower turn off. Sam must've taken a long shower to give me time to wake up. He also put on a pair of jeans and was slipping on a black long-sleeve shirt. "I know something we can do today," I said as I sat on the bed and put on a pair of socks. "What?" He asked, sitting next to me. "Well, I need more than one pair of clothes," I looked down at my outfit. He chuckled, "yeah, I guess." The bathroom door opened and Sam walked out wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. His hair was still damp and he flung it out of his eyes by whipping his head. "Dean," I pretended to be in awe, "look at that majestic moose."

"Why do you keep calling me a moose?" Sam asked, annoyed. "Trust me," I laughed, "I won't be the last."

"Alright, so what are we doing all day?"

"Well, I need new clothes." Sam nodded. "Maybe you and Dean could go," Sam smirked, "after you two finish cuddling." I flushed red and dropped my head in my hands. Dean laughed and wrapped his arm around my back. I looked up at him, "why are you laughing? You're the one who said you liked it." Sam burst out laughing as Dean's cheeks turned light pink. "You're welcome," I chuckled into Dean's ear. He leaned in and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I heard Sam clear his throat and I broke away, blushing again. Dean made a noise from the back of his throat and smashed his lips back to mine. I heard Sam walk outside as Dean slipped his tongue into my mouth. He broke away, breathing heavily. "What was that for?" I asked, surprised. "I wasn't done," he growled. "Remind me to cut you off more often," I smiled as I pressed my lips against his. Before he could slip his tongue into my mouth, I broke away. "I wasn't done," he whined. I ran my hands down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. "I guess you'll just have to wait," I teased as I slid my hand down onto his thigh. He moaned and bucked his hips. "Ashley," he warned, "don't tease me."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I slid my hand into the inner part of his thigh, a bulge starting to form in his jeans. "Ashley," he groaned as he bucked his hips again. "What's the matter, Dean?" I pretended to be confused as I started rubbing his inner thigh.

"A-Ashley," he whimpered, his hips bucking wildly now. "Dean, what's–" I was cut off by Dean jumping on top of me, pushing me back on the bed. He ground his hips against mine as he crushed our lips together. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Dean, we have to go. Sam's waiting outside." He groaned and started kissing down my neck. "Dean," I pushed on his chest, "I'm serious." He pulled back and looked at me, his green eyes were full of lust. "C'mon," I started to sit up, "let's go." I sat up and put on my white converse. "Ashley," he groaned into my ear, "I want you so bad."

"It's good to want things, Dean," I said as I swung my leg over his hip. "Because when you get it," I whispered into his ear, "it makes it seem so much better." I palmed him through his jeans as he moaned and threw his head back. Just before he could buck his hips to get friction, I jumped off him and started walking towards the door. "Come on, keep it in your pants, lover boy." Dean came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. "We'll see," he whispered into my ear. "Should we go now," I turned and looked down at the bulge in his jeans, "or should we wait for you to calm down?"

"You're gonna regret this later," he said in a low voice. "I'm sure I will," I lightly pressed my lips against his and walked outside. Sam was leaning against the impala, "what took you so long?"

"Dean got a little," I paused, "excited." Sam started laughing as Dean walked outside. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I smirked at him.

skyeblue5565: Thanks! :D I was too lazy to look it up and just guessed

Dobby'sPolkaDottedSocks: I'm keeping Ashley's knowledge up to the end of season 6, just to keep it interesting. I'm still debating on having her tell them about the whole vessel thing. But yes, if Dean found out and realized that Ashley knew the whole time, he would be pissed ;)