Yet another chapter for y'all! To make up for the past couple chapters this one is nice and fluffy. Enjoy!

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

I groaned against the light as I opened my eyes. "Hey, sleepyhead," he chuckled. "What time is it?"

"Two."

"In the morning?" I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes. "In the afternoon, Angel."

"How long did I sleep for?" He smiled, clearly amused. "About, uh, eleven hours?"

"What?! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were sleeping."

"Dean!" I glared at him as he laughed. "Aw, are you mad at me?"

"I should be."

"But?" I smiled, "but, I love you."

"Yeah?" He leaned in so his lips grazed over mine. "Yeah," I melted against him, sighing as his tongue slid into my mouth. "Glad you're feeling better, but I still don't need to see that." I jumped as Sam spoke up somewhere behind me. "Has he been there the whole time?" I asked shyly. "Would it make you feel better if I said no?"

"Dean," I groaned as I blushed and burrowed against his chest. "Hey, come out," he whined, "please?" I shook my head. "Please?" He kissed and nipped his way down my jaw. "Dean, stop," I mumbled, "Sam's right there."

"Just ignore him." He was more eager this time, slowly working his tongue into my mouth. I knew I should have stopped him, but I lost my train of thought and happily ignored Sam. "Seriously, get a room you two." Dean froze and looked at me. I looked back at him, slightly confused. Ignoring it, I rubbed over the tense muscles in his stomach assuringly, "we have one, but we have to share it with someone." Dean burst out laughing and I soon joined him. "Whatever," Sam grumbled, "I'm gonna go get some food, you guys want anything?"

"God, yes, I'm starving. You hungry?" I nodded. "Yeah, get us both some food."

"Might as well get you a buffet since you didn't have breakfast."

"Shut up," He rolled his eyes, "Oh, and Sammy?"

"What?"

"Bring me back some damn pie this time." Sam huffed and walked out the door. I raised an eyebrow as Dean looked back at me. "What?"

"You didn't eat?"

"Come on, Angel, don't start. You were still sleeping and I wasn't that hungry anyways." I didn't want to fight with him, again. "Okay," I sighed.

"What about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm sore, and my side still hurts. But I'm better," I looked up at him, "definitely better."

"Can you move?" I sat up slowly, surprised that it was significantly less painful than I had thought it would be. Deciding I could move a bit more now, I carefully swung my leg over his hip and sank down into his lap. "Hey," I slid my hands down his chest. "Hey," he said slowly, "feeling better?" I leaned up and kissed him hungrily, forcing his mouth open. "Much," I smirked. "Did I ever tell you how good you look in my shirt?"

"Maybe you should let me wear them more often, then." He let out a low moan and closed his eyes as I shifted my hips. I grinned, "what's wrong, Dean?"

"Angel," he hesitated. "What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He raised an eyebrow, like he was deciding something. "Do you," he paused, "do you remember what you told me last night?" A slow blush crawled up my neck and cheeks as I realized what he was talking about. I dropped my head into my hands. Shit, I told him– I told him everything. Why did I tell him I've only been laid twice? I could have lied, or not said anything at all. I groaned and leaned forward against his chest. "I'm guessing it's true, then?" I just pushed my head harder against him, wishing I could go back to sleep. "Hey," he pulled me back and looked at me, "we'll go slow, okay?" I nodded, relieved. "Can we please never talk about this again?" He chuckled, "Sure, Angel." I smiled, "Thanks. You're the best."

"I know. I'm awesome."

"But really," I slid my hand into his, "thank you, for taking care of me last night."

"It's no big deal," he shrugged. "Yes, it is, and you know it." He turned his head as he tried to hide a smile. I kissed his cheek lightly, "I love you."

"Love you, too." I grinned and dropped my head against his shoulder. "What?" He chuckled. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that."

"I love you, Angel," he whispered in my ear, giving me chills. "And y'know what else?"

"What?" I giggled as he kissed down my neck. "You're mine." I gasped as he flicked his tongue over my pulse. He laughed softly as I leaned back to look at him. "I'm yours, huh?" He nodded, "looks like you're stuck with me."

"I don't mind," I ran my hands down his sides, scratching lightly. He wriggled under me and started chuckling. "Ticklish, are we?" His eyes widened as I smirked mischievously. "Angel," he warned. He threw his head back and started laughing as I prodded his ribs and sides. "Angel, stop," he whined in between laughs as he squirmed and sank down against the bed. I laughed as he pulled me down on top of him and started poking my ribs. "Dean," I giggled and grabbed his wrists. "Oh, what's the matter?" He easily broke out of my grip and continued to tickle me, "Angel, what's wrong?" I laughed uncontrollably into his chest and tried to grab his hands. He started laughing, too, until we were both gasping for air. "You should laugh more often," I looked up at him and smiled, "I like it. You sound happy."

"I am happy," he bent down and kissed me. I sat up, leaning over him as we kissed. He opened his mouth and slowly massaged my tongue with his. I broke off and ran my fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I'm really happy," he smiled. "Hey, I'm back."

"Please tell me you got the pie."

"Yes, I got your pie, Dean."

"Sweet, gimme," he sat up. Sam handed him a big bag of food, "dude, put some clothes on."

"Shut up," he was already shoving fries into his mouth. He caught me staring at him, "what? I'm hungry."

"I can see that," I chuckled as I took a bite of my burger. "You feeling better, Ashley?" I nodded, "thanks for patching me up, Sam."

"Yeah, no problem." I took another bite, feeling much better than I did last night.

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"Apple," Dean read the label and smiled, "you did good, little brother."

"I still don't know how you can stand eating that crap all the time."

"Pie is delicious," he looked up at me, "don't listen to him, Angel, he's just jealous."

"Okay, whatever you say." He groaned, "Please don't tell me you hate pie."

"No," I smiled, "pie is good."

"See, Sammy? Everyone likes pie."

"Whatever, you're both weird." I chuckled and turned back to Dean, already shoving a forkful of pie into his mouth. "Do you ever stop eating?"

"Nope."

"Get used to it." I plucked the fork out of his hand and took a bite. "Hey," he pouted and he stuck his bottom lip out. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, smiling as I tasted apples and cinnamon. "If that's what I get for sharing, then take as much as you want," he grinned.

"Yeah, okay. I'm gonna take a shower, unless you two want to move your little chic flick moment in there?"

"Sorry, Sammy, we were already in there last night." Sam groaned and covered his ears as he walked into the bathroom, "I don't wanna know!" Dean laughed and took another bite, "so what are we gonna do today?"

"Well," I took the fork from him, "I imagine Cas wants to talk to you."

"Cas? Why?"

"He talked to you before, it's probably no different now."

"What if I don't want to talk to Cas?" He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "what if I wanna stay here, with you?" I reached up and grabbed his hand, "Dean, you can't just drop everything because I'm here."

"Why not?" He set the pie down and pulled me up against him, "why can't we forget about everything and have a normal life– have a family? Why do Sam and I have to be responsible for everything?" I cradled the side of his face and he leaned into my hand. "Because you're hunters," he looked at me sadly, "and I know it's not fair, you and Sam have been through so much already, but it's who you are." He sighed angrily, "I know, I know. I just–I'm sick of giving so much, sacrificing everything, and never getting anything back." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. "Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Do you really want a family?" I asked quietly. "I've never really thought about it, but," he smiled, "yeah, I guess I do. Forget about everything and have my own little family." I looked at him and my stomach felt all warm and fuzzy. "What?"

"It's just– I didn't know that you actually wanted that. I mean I did, from the Djinn, but," I trailed off.

"What do you mean 'from the Djinn'?"

"Well, remember when you were taken by that Djinn?" He nodded. "Almost that entire episode was of your dream thing."

"With Sam going to Stanford?"

"Uh-huh."

"And mom?" His voice broke. "Yeah, she was alive," I said softly. "But it wasn't real," he shut his eyes. I gently stroked his cheek as he took a shaky breathe. "No, it wasn't. But this, right here?" He opened his eyes, "this is real, Dean."

"If you didn't have those stitches on your hip, I wouldn't believe you."

"Why not?"

"Because every damn time someone comes into my life, they either leave or get hurt."

"Well I've done both and I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, and I'm still trying to figure that one out."

"Why can't you just accept that maybe, after all the sacrifices you've made, that something good has happened?"

"Because good things don't happen to me, okay?! People walk into my life, I screw up, and then they die! That's how it happens every time. I care about you so much. I should let you leave and get as far away from me as you can. But I'm so selfish that I try to keep you in my sight all the time."

"Dean, you're a hunter. You have to accept that we're both going to get hurt, okay? Hey," I gently turned his head back towards me, "just because you love someone, and you want to keep them safe, doesn't make you selfish." He opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. "Dean," I sighed, "I sobbed like a three-year-old last night and I feel like I was hit by a truck. Can we please not fight right now?" He nodded and pulled me against his chest. I dropped my head on his shoulder and let out an exhausted groan. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "S'ok. Love you." He kissed my jaw, "I love you, too. More than I can ever tell you." He rubbed my back with his palms and I relaxed against him. "What hurts?"

"Everything," I said tiredly and closed my eyes. "You wanna lay down?"

"I already slept," I slurred. "You're exhausted, Angel. Plus, you have to rest anyways."

"If you say so." He scooted down so I was still laying on top of him. I shifted my injured hip away from his side and melted against him as he continued to gently rub my back. "Better?"

"I don't have to sleep," I mumbled, although, I couldn't seem to open my eyes. "I know, but you want to." I made a noise of approval as I fell asleep.