I'm back! Sorry I was gone so long, I have finals next week and I went camping over the weekend and I've been having major writers block. Basically I'm a mess, but I've tried to write a decent chapter for you guys. Enjoy!

Note: I don't own any characters except Ashley.

"This is the best thing ever," Dean said with a mouthful of burger. We were driving back to the motel as the light started to fade from the sky. "Sam's gonna be mad when he finds out we didn't get him anything," I teased. "Please," he snorted, "that health freak? He'll be glad we didn't get him anything." I took a bite of my burger, "yeah, you're probably right."

"Probably?" I rolled my eyes, "shut up."

"Aw come on," he elbowed me in the ribs, "don't be mad cause I'm always right."

"Yeah," I chuckled, "okay, sure." It was quiet for a few minutes before he spoke again. "You, uh," he cleared his throat, "you still want to come with us tonight?"

"Yeah," I said slowly, "why?" He shrugged, "just wondering."

"You don't want me to go."

"I didn't say that."

"So then you want me to go?" He glanced over at me, "I didn't say that, either."

"Well then what do you want?" He sighed, "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Dean," I said softly, "I'll be fine."

"You don't know that, you could get hurt. You could–" I lightly put my hand on his shoulder, "Dean, stop worrying." He kissed the top of my hand. "I just want you to be safe," he said quietly, "I don't want to lose you, Ashley."

"Pull over."

"What?" He asked, but pulled over anyways. As soon as the car stopped, I grabbed his face in my hands and crashed my lips against his. He forced my mouth open immediately and slid his tongue in. I tangled my fingers through his hair and he moaned deeply into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance as I ran my hands through his soft hair. He broke away, gasping for air. "I'm not going anywhere, remember?" He smiled, "how could I forget? That's when I fell in love with you."

"What?"

"Holy crap," his eyes grew wide, "did I just say that?" I laughed as his cheeks flushed red and he dropped his head onto my shoulder. "Aw come on," I rubbed his back, "it wasn't that bad." He kept his head on my shoulder. "You ever gonna come out?" He shook his head. I leaned down next to his ear, "Please?" He just shook his head again. I ran my lips down his neck and felt him shudder. "How bout now?" He didn't budge. I slid my hands under the back of his shirt and scratched lightly at his bare back. He shifted his shoulders slightly, but stayed still. I trailed a hand down his back and around his waist. I traced my fingers along his inner thigh and he made a noise in the back of his throat as he fought to keep his hips still. "C'mon, Dean," I whispered into his neck. I ran my lips up and down his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin, as I rubbed his inner thigh. His jaw pressed against my shoulder as he clenched his teeth together. He was breathing heavily through his mouth as he tried to keep his hips still. "Now?"

"No," he tried to say forcefully, but came out as a whimper. "You're too stubborn," I whispered into his ear as I slid my hands down his chest and tugged at the waistband of his jeans. His whole body tensed as I slowly undid his belt buckle. He pressed his head hard into my shoulder and his hips started to twitch. I unbuttoned his jeans and rubbed his inner thigh. He whimpered as I palmed him through his boxers. "Alright, fine!" He cried as he lifted his head up and forced my mouth open with his. I massaged his tongue with mine as he shuddered and pressed up against me. "See?" I said as I trailed my lips up his jawline, "that wasn't so hard." He chuckled and his eyes danced with amusement. "C'mon," I kissed him, "Sam's probably wondering where we are."

"Mmmm," he mumbled as he pressed his lips against my neck, "let him wonder a little longer."

"Dean," I whined as I pushed his chest, "we have to go, it's getting dark." He looked at me and sighed, "you're not gonna stay back, are you?" I shook my head and he closed his eyes. I sighed and put my hand on his cheek, "We're gonna be fine." His eyes fluttered open and he gave a weak smile, "it's not me I'm worried about." I put my hands on the sides of his face and locked my eyes with his, "Dean, I'll be fine. Stop worrying so much."

"I can't," he whispered, "Ashley, I love you, and I'm never gonna stop worrying about you." He closed his eyes and pressed his head into my hand, "everyone I love gets hurt, and I'm worried I won't be able to protect you." I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against his. He didn't try to deepen the kiss, he just moved his lips with mine slowly. He pulled back and looked at me sadly, "just promise me that you'll be careful." I nodded, "course, I will." He hooked an arm around my waist and kissed the side of my head. I grabbed his hand on my waist, "stop stressing about it, you're just gonna make yourself sick."

"You need an anti-possession tattoo," he said, ignoring me. I just looked at him. "What? It doesn't have to be big," he pulled his shirt down to reveal the star surrounded by fire over his heart. I raised my eyebrows and fought a smile, "I don't need one."

"Yeah, you do. What, you don't like tattoos or something?" I pulled up my shirt and pointed to the star on the back of my shoulder. "I don't need one," I said again. He chuckled, "alright. What does 'angel' mean?" I froze, I forgot I had the word 'Angel' tattooed across the back of my neck. "You ok?" He asked as he wrapped his arm tighter around me. "Yeah," I dropped my head on his shoulder, "my dad used to call me that. He though 'Ashley' was too long."

"Angel," I looked up at him instinctively and he smiled, "I like it, it suits you."

"C'mon, we really need to go." He smiled again and started to drive, "whatever you want, Angel."