Sorry I was gone for longer than usual, I started school today and I'm going to be having less time to write– just FYI. Also, since I have so many views/followers on this fic, my beta and I are highly interested to see how many of you go to our schools (as she started a new school this year). So if you're in high school and live in California, wear a red bracelet or string or something red on your wrist this Friday and you might meet me (Hannah) or my friend/beta (Olivia). I'm gonna be wearing a reddish-orange hair tie and a red friendship bracelet, if you see me, come say hi, I seriously want to meet all of you. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Note: Ashley's mine, but what else is new?

I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. It wasn't completely dark, though, and it was probably early in the morning. Dean was sitting on the opposite side of the bed. I reached out to him, brushing the tips of my fingers over his bare back. I felt him shiver as he sat up straight and turned to look at me. "You okay?" He slid under the covers and pulled me against his chest. I kissed his neck softly, "did you have another nightmare?"

"Woke up and couldn't go back to sleep," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, babe."

"It's not your fault."

"But–"

"But nothing, it's not your fault that I can't sleep and it never will be. I'm fine now, I got some sleep and I'm good." I stared at him, why the hell was he suddenly pushing me away? "What?" He snapped. "What do you mean 'what'?"

"Why the hell are you staring at me?"

"Maybe because you asked for my help earlier and now you're pushing me away," I growled. "I can take care of myself, I don't need help."

"Dammit, Dean, why do you keep pushing everyone away? Why can't you just understand that people care about you?"

"I'm not having this conversation again."

"Quit shutting me out, Dean. You try to act like you're tough and nothing can phase you, but you're just scared of asking for help and letting people in." He glared at me and tightened his jaw so much, I thought it might snap, "I can do whatever I want."

"Whatever," he was too stubborn and pissed off to listen to me. I rolled out of the bed and pulled on my clothes. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Out." I slid on my shoes and started walking to the door. "Wait," his tone was suddenly desperate, "you said you wouldn't leave again." I sighed and spoke more gently, "I'm not, I'm just going right outside." The crisp air nipped at my cheeks and filled my lungs as I walked outside. Looking for somewhere to sit and think, I ended up on the back of the impala. I rubbed my face and sighed. I hated fighting with Dean, and our stubbornness was just making things worse. It pissed me off even more that he decided to shut me out, after he finally asked for help. I gave an annoyed huff and dropped my head into my hands. My ears automatically perked up as I heard his boots against the pavement. I looked up as he stopped in front of me. He had one hand jammed in his pocket and the other was rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I, uh," he cleared his throat, "you were right. It scared the shit outta me when I asked for help, so I shut you out. It's just– I don't know what I'm doing, Angel. I'm scared and I push everyone away because I don't know what else to do."

"What do you want to do?" I asked softly as I stood up in front of him. He shrugged and looked down. "Are you sure you're okay, babe?" I stroked his cheek and he leaned into my hand. "I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Ashley."

"Hey, it'll be fine. It's okay to be scared, Dean."

"I–I'm afraid of my nightmares and I don't know how to ask for help. I barley sleep anymore, and it scares me, Angel." He hesitated and looked at me, like he expected me to run off or something. I nodded, urging him to keep going. "I don't want to ask for help– I can't. I don't know how to let anyone in and help me. Even if I did, I would end up scaring you away. I can't do that, Angel. I can't be alone again, I need you." He searched my eyes helplessly as I looked at him for a minute. I curled my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He slipped his rough hands under my shirt and set them lightly on my hips, making me shudder with delight. I ran my hands down his stomach, feeling the muscles ripple under my touch. I pulled back to look at him in the eye, "Dean Winchester, I am never going to leave you again, no matter what you tell me. I'll help, if you want me to, and we'll figure this out together, okay?"

"Okay," he murmured and wrapped his arms tighter around me. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you–," he hesitated and I heard him take a shaky breathe, "will you help me?"

"Of course I will, Dean. I love you."

"I love you, too. I love you so much, Ashley," his voice broke as he dropped his head against my neck. "Shhh, it's okay. What's do you need, honey?" His hot tears fell onto my neck and I rubbed his back reassuringly. "Let's go back inside, okay?" He nodded and numbly followed as I towed him behind me. I sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his lap. My heart broke as I looked at his face. The tears on his cheeks gleamed in the light from the window and he looked at me, completely lost and desperate for comfort. Fresh tears slid down his face and I gently wiped them away. "Hey," I soothed softly, "no more of that. It's gonna be fine, let me help." I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, drawing out every movement of my lips. He sighed as he opened his mouth and lazily moved his tongue with mine. I broke away to catch my breathe, running my hands down his neck and over his chest– outlining his muscles through his shirt. "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?" I murmured as I brushed my lips over his jaw. "Angel, I'm not–" I kissed him again, more roughly this time. I wove my fingers into his hair and tugged lightly as I forced his mouth open. He finally reciprocated, sliding his hands across my back and battling for dominance with his tongue. I held back a moan as he moved his lips down to my neck and flicked his tongue over my skin. "I'm broken," he mumbled into my neck. "So am I, Dean. But I'd rather have you broken, than not at all."

"That's worse than not having me."

"Yeah? Well I love you, so I don't really give a damn." He let out a low growl from the back of his throat and dragged his hot mouth up my neck. I closed my eyes and felt him nip and suck at my skin, tilting my head to give him more access. He skimmed his hands up my stomach, tracing his thumbs over the sides of my breasts. Taken off guard, I gasped and pulled at his hair sharply. "Easy, babe," he chuckled. His lips vanished from my neck and I slowly opened my eyes. He was staring at me hungrily, his eyes tracing over me slowly. I chewed my lip nervously and looked down at the bed. He wouldn't do anything with Sam in the room– right? But what about when Sam wasn't here, what would I do then? "Hey," he waved a hand in front of my face and I jumped slightly. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" I nodded, "fine. Just spaced out for a minute." He raised an eyebrow, "thinking about what?"

"Nothing," I lied as heat started to rise in my cheeks. He chuckled and trailed the tips of his fingers across my jaw, "well, now you've gotten me curious." I shook my head and covered my face with my hands. "Aw, c'mon, Angel," his warm breathe danced across my neck as he talked, "please?"

"It's stupid, you'll just laugh at me."

"No, I won't."

"Promise?" He grabbed my wrists and looked me in the eye, "I promise." I looked down at his hands, trying to figure out where to start. "We're sharing a room with Sam," I began quietly. "Yeah, we are." I traced over the small scars scattered across his skin, "what about when we're not sharing a room?"

"Angel, I don't– oh," he trailed off as realization hit him. I looked down, embarrassed, and blushed furiously. It was so pathetic. I shouldn't be nervous, I should be happy– excited even. But instead, I'm sitting in Dean Winchester's lap and telling him I'm scared about having sex with him. "Hey," he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze, "I meant it. We'll go slow, okay?" I nodded, but my stomach twisted up in knots. What if I'm no good and he decides to leave? What if he gets mad because I can't do anything right? "Angel," his voice pulled me back to reality as he put his hands on the sides of my face. "Yeah?" His brows furrowed together as he studied my face, "what are you so worried about?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, it's written all over your face." I sighed, "Dean, it's fine. Can we please just forget about it?"

"Uh-uh, tell me what's wrong."

"Dean–"

"Together, remember? You said we would figure this out together, now talk to me." I looked at down nervously and pulled at the hem of my shirt. "I, uh, um," I stammered hesitantly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine lightly. He started to pull away, but I grabbed the back of his head and traced his lower lip with my tongue. He growled possessively as he pulled me up against him and opened his mouth. I let out a small whimper of pleasure as he kissed me roughly, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. Leaning heavily against him, I pushed his chest lightly and he sank back down on the bed. I moaned quietly as he slid his hands up my back and pulled me over him. "Angel," he murmured in between kisses. I knew I should stop and listen to him, but instead I ran my hands over his hips and sucked on his bottom lip. "Angel."

"Later." He rolled over so he was hovering above me, his face torn between lust and annoyance. "Now," his voice was low and rough. I swallowed loudly as my stomach fluttered nervously. He sighed and his eyes grew softer, "what's wrong, babe?"

"It's nothing, I'm just worried." He laid down next to me and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb reassuringly. "About what?" I tucked my head into the front of his shoulder so he couldn't see my face. "You said we would go slow." He kissed the top of my head, "we will, Angel."

"What if I suck?" He chuckled, "I don't know, you suck pretty good, babe." I flushed with annoyance, "whatever. Forget it."

"Aw, Angel–"

"Leave me alone, Dean," I turned away from him. I knew he would laugh at me, I don't know why I even bothered to tell him. He slid his hand under my shirt and spread it across my back. I closed my eyes and soaked up the warmth as I watched what he was trying to show me. We were standing in front of the impala in the dark. My head was tilted up, a small smile on my face. Dean was watching me and biting his lip timidly. The scene switched to us lying on the hood, my head resting against Dean's shoulder and our fingers tangled together. I opened my eyes as he ran his hand down my back and kissed my neck softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed." He slipped his hand into mine and lifted it to his mouth to kiss my fingers. "You're worried that you're not gonna be good enough for me?" I nodded and he pulled me back against his chest, "Ashley, I love you. That's not going to change anytime soon." I turned around and kissed him lightly. "Besides," he flashed a cocky grin, "you'll have plenty of time to practice." I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling. He slowly inched his face closer to mine, "so did it work? Did I stop your worrying?"

"I dunno," I brushed my lips over his, "guess you'll have to get us a room and find out." I sat on his hips and grabbed his hands, holding them above his head on the bed. "I can arrange that."

"Yeah?"

"Next motel. No Sam, just you and me." I sat up, running my hands down his perfectly muscled body. He set his hands on the side of my thighs, sending bolts of heat down my spine. "I, uh, good?" I couldn't focus on anything other than his hands sliding over my thighs. "Is that an answer or a question?" His warm hands moved up my back and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "What?" I asked, completely oblivious to what he just said. He cocked an eyebrow, "what's gotten into you?" I ignored him, my whole body aching to feel his hands on me, warm and rough. His fingers danced over my ribs and I tightened my grip on his hips. "Angel?" He stopped his hands and I whimpered. "Dean, please," I begged. "Please what?"

"More. God, Dean, I need to feel your hands, now." He gasped and raked his hands down my spine as I cursed abruptly. "You like that?" His rough voice making me shudder. "Dean," I groaned and rolled my hips against his, "Dean, now. I want you, now."

"We can't– Sam."

"Screw him."

"Angel–"

"Kick him out, then," I panted, my voice dripping with lust. The only thing I wanted right now was the man underneath me, I didn't care about anything else. I ached to feel his hands all over my body, to feel his skin on mine, feel him inside me. "Shit," he growled and tugged his hair angrily. Needing some kind of contact, I pushed his hands out of the way and forced his mouth open hungrily. His hands, his lips, his tongue– everything about the kiss was rough and desperate for more. I broke away, dizzy and gasping for air. "Dean," I pleaded as I reached for his hands. "Angel, wait," he sighed, clearly pissed off, "we can't, babe. Not with Sammy in here. Tonight, though, I promise. We'll get on the road today and have our own room tonight, deal?"

"Deannn."

"I know, babe. But just till tonight, and then we can do whatever you want."

"You'd better keep your promise, Winchester," I grumbled and dropped down next to him. "Don't worry," he pulled me into his side and lowered his lips down to my ear, "I'm gonna make it so good for you, Angel. What do you want, huh? You want me to run my hands all over you? Or my lips? Sucking and biting until you're begging for more?" I buried my face into his side and moaned loudly– his low, sexy voice making me burn with desire. He chuckled and traced his fingers along my collarbone, making me gasp. I took his hands and pinned them above his head as I swung my leg back over his hip. "If you don't stop, I'm kicking Sam out and taking you right now," I growled deeply. He groaned and closed his eyes as he tilted his head back. I took the opportunity of having his neck exposed– showering him with hot, open mouthed kisses. He pushed me back gently and sat up with me in his lap. His stunningly green eyes met mine as he skimmed his hands lightly up my thighs. "You're beautiful," he murmured as he looked over me. I blushed and looked down, a small smile on my face. He cradled my cheek with one of his hands, "I'm serious, Angel. I can't even begin to describe how lucky I feel to have you– to call you mine."

"Yeah?" I looked up at him shyly. He grinned and nodded as he leaned forward. Keeping his lips light against mine, he kissed me slowly– taking his time with every movement. "Well," I hooked my arms around his neck, "you're pretty good looking, yourself."

"That so?"

"Definitely, and y'know why I'm lucky?"

"Hmm?"

"Because the man that I'm absolutely, undoubtedly in love with, is taking me to bed tonight." I bit down on his ear gently, smiling at his gasp. "And I don't think he has any intentions of letting me leave said bed anytime soon."

"Damn right. Tonight you're mine, and mine only. Don't even think that you're gonna be leaving our bed until I'm done with you." he growled in my ear. "Dean," I shuddered against him, his amazingly rough voice making my whole body burn with the need of his touch. "What do you want, babe?"

"You," I whimpered, "you're driving me insane, Dean." He brushed his lips over my neck as his hands slipped painfully slowly under the front of my shirt. Barely touching my skin, he trailed his fingers up my stomach and over my rib cage. I rolled my hips impatiently, forcing a groan from him as reached down and held me still. His eyes met with mine, giving me a look that suddenly made my clothes feel extremely hot. He slid his hands down over my ass as I sucked in a sharp breathe and bit down on his shoulder. "Still driving you insane, sweetheart?" I shifted restlessly as I moaned and let out small noises of pleasure into his shoulder. I would have been embarrassed, but I was so turned on, I didn't even care anymore. "Dean," I grabbed his hands and slid them up my thighs, "Dean, please." He rolled over me, kissing my neck hungrily as his hands drifted up over my ribs and outlined the bottom lace of my bra. "What the hell, guys!?" I yelped in surprise and clung to Dean– making him burst out laughing. "Did it even occur to you that I was sleeping right over here?" Dean chuckled, "I tried to tell her, Sammy." I let out a growl, low enough that only he could hear, and bit his neck softly. "Hey, easy on the biting, Angel."

"Do you want me to suck instead? Cause I know how much you love that."

"Yeah, well," Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm gonna go, uh, do something and try to forget everything I just saw. Call me when you guys are... done." He hurriedly grabbed the keys off the table and stepped outside. Dean smiled as he looked back at me, "I think we scared him off." I flipped on top of him and intertwined my fingers in both of his hands. "But now," I whispered against his lips, "he's out and won't come back to interrupt us." I sighed and immediately parted my lips as he pressed his mouth to mine. His hands drifted up my stomach as his tongue eagerly explored my mouth. I leaned back as he sat up slowly, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the floor. My fingers tangled in his short hair as he moved his mouth down over my neck and breasts. He slowly unclasped the hook of my bra and flicked his eyes up to mine. I nodded and my breathing quickened as he lowered his head and sucked hotly at the newly exposed skin. He turned and laid me back on the bed, hovering over me as he kissed and lapped his way down my body. "So soft," he murmured as he brought his mouth back up to mine. He cupped my breast, dragging his rough thumb over the bud of my nipple. I moaned into his mouth and arched up against him. "Dean," I trailed off, lost in the emotions and sensations surging through me. He left a scorching trail on my skin wherever he touched me, making my whole body feel like it was lit on fire. He made me feel beautiful– made me feel loved. God, he made me feel his. His hands slipped down to my waist, swiftly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. He growled angrily as they caught on my shoes and he threw them and my jeans on the floor behind him. I couldn't help blushing as he looked over me. "Don't," he cradled my cheek, "you're beautiful." He smiled as he leaned down and kissed me briefly. "And you have too many clothes on." I tugged his shirt off as he squirmed out of his jeans eagerly. He settled back over me and hooked his fingers on the side of my panties, "you sure?" I nodded and he pulled my underwear down my legs as I tugged at his boxers. His eyes met with mine as he kicked his boxers down the rest of the way and he gently kissed the inside of my wrist. I became lost in his gaze as his fingers skimmed along my thigh, edging closer to my core. His fingers teased my hot center slowly, making me moan into his shoulder. As he wound me up higher, he dropped his head and sucked the sensitive spot just underneath my jaw, making me feel like I was going to explode. "Dean," I threw my head back and rocked my hips, trying to find some kind of rhythm. He pinned down my hips as he continued to suck my neck, "not yet, babe."

"Please. I want you, now. Ahhh, I need to feel you, Dean." He teased a little longer before his fingers disappeared, making me nearly whimper from the loss. "You ready, Angel?" His face hovering just above mine. "Yes. God, I want you inside me." His eyes darkened and he let out a possessive growl. I groaned and gripped his back as he slowly slid into me. "Shit, babe," he gasped as he started to rock his hips, "so... good."

"Dean," I moaned his name as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. He leaned down, kissing me roughly as he started to move his hips faster. His labored breathing mixed with my breathless moans and filled the room. I gripped the sheets on the bed as heat and tension pooled in my lower stomach– his rough voice chanting my name in my ear pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then I went tumbling over, crying his name as I fell back against the bed. He buried himself deeper in my heat, then seconds later, he spiraled over the edge after me. With a harsh groan, his body tensed and he collapsed on top of me. "Am I crushing you? I can barely move." His breathing was ragged. "You're fine, babe." He reached up and slid his hands into mine as we caught our breathe. Letting out another groan, he rolled over next to me and pulled me into his side. "Angel, that was.." he trailed off. I froze, did he think I wasn't good enough? "What's wrong?"

"Was it– was it good?" He let out a sigh of relief and chucked, "that was way more than good, Ashley."

"Yeah?" He kissed the top of my head, "absolutely. I love you."

"Love you, too," I closed my eyes as he gently stroked my back, "we're still getting our own room tonight, right?" He snickered softly, "Oh, hell yeah."