Yes, I'm back! Sorry guys! It's been hard to find time to write since I started school. Unfortunately, I don't know how much time per day I'll have to write, so I'm not sure how long it will be between updates. Please excuse the mess that is my life. Anyhow, enjoy the chapter!

Note: Everyone already knows what goes here anyways.

"Asshole calls me to come meet him for food, after I've just been laid," Dean grumbled as he pulled into a parking space. I chuckled at his obvious annoyance, quickly shutting my mouth as he glared at me. "Aw, don't be mad, babe," I brushed my fingers over the back of his neck. "I'll stop being mad when my brother stops being such a damn cockblock all the time."

"Hmmm, what if I gave you something to think about, then?" He cocked an eyebrow, "like?"

"Like," my lips grazed over his ear and he shuddered, "me. Moaning your name underneath you, and my fingers raking down your back." His hand tightened on my waist as a small moan escaped his lips, "you want me to think about that?"

"Every time you get mad."

"I think I'm gonna be mad for a different reason, then."

"And what's that?"

"That I don't have you pinned between me and a bed."

"But, now you have something to think about," I kissed him quickly, laughing at his growl when I pulled away, and climbed out of the car. He was at my side in an instant, his arm snaking around my waist as we walked towards the semi-crowded restaurant. "What's the matter, Dean?" I purred, "can't keep your hands off me?"

"I'm just showing off what's mine, sweetheart."

"Does that mean I get to show you off?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You want to?"

"Mhmm," I stood up on my toes to kiss him quickly, "I want everyone to know that this amazing, incredibly hot man belongs to me. I want everyone to know that Dean Winchester is mine." I couldn't hold back a laugh as his jaw dropped. His eyes flicked over to me as I laughed and a huge grin spread across his face. I was flooded with happiness and he slid his hand into mine as he lead me over to where Sam was sitting. Dean kissed my cheek gently, "Be right back, Angel." He walked off towards the back and I slid into a chair next to Sam, who was unsuccessfully trying not to smile as he looked at his laptop. "What're you smiling about?" His smile spread into a full blown grin, "you two."

"What about us?"

"Do you see him? The way he looks at you? I don't know, I've never seen that look on him before– he looks genuinely happy for once." I smiled, hoping he wouldn't notice my slight blush. "He loves you, y'know. I mean, just the way he acts around you is enough proof."

"Thanks, Sam."

"Ashley," he hesitated, "Uriel told me he remembers Hell."

"Sam–"

"Is it true, or not?" I looked at him, unsure of what I should say. It wasn't my place to tell him what Dean remembered, but then again, I told Dean about the whole demon blood thing. I opened my mouth to talk just as Dean plopped down in a chair, "You'd better not be hitting on my girl, Sammy." I exchanged an apologetic glance with Sam and flicked my eyes over to Dean. He looked at me, worry in his eyes, "You okay?" I nodded, forcing a small smile. He didn't say anything for a moment, and I could tell he saw right through me. "Okay," he shrugged and skimmed over the menu as his warm hand brushed over mine under the table. I gladly accepted it and he rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. Sam cleared his throat, "So, uh, Dean?" I froze, was Sam really going to ask him? I didn't remember this happening, making me panic slightly. "Yeah?" He kept glancing at me as I wove my fingers through his and squeezed his hand tightly. "Look, I know you've said it before, man, but Uriel told me to ask you what you remember." Dean's expression immediately switched to something I couldn't read and he leaned over the table, "About what?"

"Hell, Dean."

"I told you, I can't remember anything."

"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell, if you didn't?"

"Maybe because he's a dick– might have something to do with it."

"Okay, maybe, but he's still an angel."

"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what–"

"Radical. What can I get you guys?" A much too cheery waiter interrupted Dean, who looked pissed. I hesitantly rubbed his hand as Sam ordered our food. "You okay?"

"Just perfect." I cringed internally and started to pull my hand away, when a scene flashed through my head. "Yeah, uh, just a nightmare."

"Okay." I turned to walk away but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, "Stay." The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than a couple seconds and I instantly locked eyes with him as his hand wrapped around mine. "Okay, awesome," as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Dean began talking again. "Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" Sam looked at him doubtfully, "Right."

"What?"

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." He gripped my hand painfully tight, "I don't remember a thing from my time down under." Sam rolled his eyes and looked away, pissing Dean off even more, "I don't remember, Sam!"

"Look, Dean, I just want to help."

"You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is–"

"All right, here we go," Dean seemed to realize how hard he was gripping my hand as the baskets of food were set on the table. He immediately let go, and I winced as I flexed it a few times. As soon as he saw me wince, his face fell and he looked down at his food sullenly. "All right, so, where do we go from here?" I nudged his foot with mine as Sam opened up his laptop, trying to show him that I was fine. "I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see."

"That's good news for once." His eyes met with mine as I nudged his foot again, then quickly flicked away. "Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out," Sam spun the computer around so Dean and I could see it, "Uh, up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." I glanced over at Dean, who was poking at his food glumly. Sam looked at him curiously, but kept going, "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see that you're very interested."

"Huh?"

"Ghost. Women. Showers. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna go outside for a minute." I watched helplessly as he stood up and walked outside. Sam looked at me, concern on his face, "You guys okay?"

"I don't know," I mumbled as I shrugged. "Look, I know he's not good with words– but if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that he really cares about you, Ashley. Go talk to him,

give him a chance and see what he says."

"You honestly think he'll start talking?"

"I don't think he really knows how, but he'll eventually open up to you." I bit my lip as I glanced over at the door. "Just go already, you know you want to." I took a deep breathe and stood up, "Thanks, Sam. I owe you one."

"Uh-huh."

O.o

I found him sitting on a bench just outside the restaurant. His hands were balled up as he hunched over and looked at the ground. I sat down next to him, hesitating when he didn't move or say anything. I realized his nails were digging into the palm of his hand and I reached over slowly. "Hey," I spoke softly as I unclenched his hand, "don't do that." He released his grip and let me intertwine my hand with his. I watched him as he flipped his hand over and studied mine. "I hurt you," his voice was quiet as he traced over my hand with his thumb. I leaned against his shoulder, smiling slightly at the scent of worn leather. "I'm fine, Dean, honestly." He finally looked at me, his eyes drowning in sadness. "I keep hurting people. I can't stop," his voice broke and he closed his eyes tightly. "Dean, honey, look at me," I stroked his cheek lightly as his eyes fluttered open, "You're not hurting me, you're saving me. You always take care of me and make everything perfect– and I love you so much." His eyes became softer and he kissed the back of my hand. "You always keep me close and kiss me and tell me how much you love me. You hold me as you laugh and cry with me. You take me out to show me the stars. You do everything you can for me, and it's amazing, Dean. But, you can give some of that back, too. I'm here to listen to you– to help you. Whether you wanna talk, or just sit and hold my hand. Whatever you need, okay?" He smiled weakly, "Thanks, Angel." I kissed him gently, sighing as I pulled away, "We're gonna be in the car all day."

"So?"

"So, I won't be able to do this," I kissed him again, sucking slightly on his lower lip. "Mmm, that is a bit of a downside."

"More than a bit." He chuckled, "I'll make it up to you tonight."

"I'm sure you will."

O.o

I shifted restlessly for the hundredth time in the backseat of the impala. We'd been stuck in the car all day, driving for hours, and it was starting to put me on edge. I wanted more than anything to get out of the cramped car and kiss Dean senseless– I'd barely seen anything but the back of his head for hours. So when Sam's head fell against the window, I took the opportunity and leaned forward. I slung my arms over his shoulders and pressed soft kisses on the back of his neck, earning a pleased hum. "How much longer until I get to take these clothes off?" I murmured as I nipped at the skin bordering his shirt collar. He chuckled quietly, "Eager, are we?"

"Mhmm," I ran my hands down over his chest, "I'm gonna kiss you everywhere, until you're begging for more."

"Sorry, Angel, but if anyone's gonna be begging, it'll be you."

"Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?"

"Sweetheart, I'll have you screaming my name before the night is over." Leaning over even farther, I slid my hand up his thigh, scratching lightly. He swallowed loudly, "Babe." I skimmed my lips across his jaw, "Uh-uh. You beg, you lose." I trailed my fingers just underneath the waistband of his jeans and he sucked in a sharp breathe. "C'mon, babe. I'm driving and Sammy's right there."

"Better watch the road and be quiet, then." My hand slid under his jeans and I curled my fingers around his hardening length. "Oh, fuck," he cursed under his breathe as he shifted his hips. I knew I was going to get hell for this later, but I kept moving my hand as he swore and writhed underneath my tormenting fingers. His chest heaved as he tried to slow his breathing and focus on driving. I twisted my wrist and he nearly came off the seat. "A-Ah, babe," he half moaned, half panted as he gripped the steering wheel so much, his knuckles turned white. "Say it," I purred softly in his ear. He shook his head slightly as he fought to keep his eyes open. I lowered my mouth over his racing pulse, sucking and lazily drawing circles with my tongue. He sucked in a sharp breathe and held it as he tensed up. The car slowed as he turned his head and kissed me hungrily. His breathless moans became lost in my mouth as he came all over his stomach. With a soft groan, he broke away and turned back to the road. I cowered under his dark eyes watching me in the mirror, "I'm gonna pay for that, aren't I?"

"Next motel is five minutes away," a wicked smirk spread across his face as my eyes widened. This was going to be a long night.

O.o

I was trembling slightly– from both eagerness and nervousness– as he unlocked the door to our room and dropped our bags on the chairs. I stood with my back pressed up against the door as he looked over at me. His dark, hungry eyes made my knees grow weak and ache for some kind of contact. He crossed the room in a few strides, standing just far enough away so his skin never touched mine. My breathe caught in my throat as he put his hands on the wall by my head and his deep green eyes bore into mine. I pressed back even more against the wall as my hands and knees started quivering. He brushed his lips across my neck, "Relax, Angel." I immediately melted into him as he took a step and pressed up against me. His hot mouth covered mine as his hands smoothed over my stomach and sides. He tugged my shirt up and over my head, his rough hands mapping out the newly exposed skin. "Your turn," I murmured in between kisses as I started to lift his shirt up. "Busy," he answered with a rough growl as his lips stumbled down my neck. Whatever protest I was about to make became lost in a moan as he reached up and cupped my breast. I gasped as he unhooked my bra and explored the skin with his hot, eager mouth. "Mmm, Dean," I arched off the wall as my hand curled around the back of his neck. "You like that, babe?" His hot breathe danced across my stomach as he kissed his way down to the top of my jeans. I bit back a moan as he knelt down on his knees in front of me and slowly started to pull the denim down. He pressed hot, wet kisses across my hips as he quickly pulled my shoes and pants off. I unsuccessfully tried to bring his mouth back up to mine as small moans escaped my lips. Closing my eyes, I moaned and let my head fall back with a soft thud as he kissed the soft flesh of my inner thigh. He gently stroked the side of my thighs as he paused and glanced up at me, his eyes silently asking, "Is this okay?" I nearly melted at the way he was looking at me– tenderness and love shining clear in his eyes. He smiled and kissed my leg as I nodded. "I love you," he murmured softly. "I know," I purred as he pulled my panties down, trailing kisses down with it, "I love you, too."

"I can never tell you how much."

"So show me, then," I whimpered as he slowly kissed up my thigh, nudging my feet apart as he went. "Oh, babe," he chuckled, "I intent to do more than just show you." My head clouded with desire as his hands slid up over my hips and his mouth edged closer to my core. My fingers reflexively tightened in his short hair as his tongue flickered out teasingly. I bit my lip, holding back my pleas as he continued to lap at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I begged silently, arching my back towards him and attempting to shift his mouth where I was burning with desire. "Dean," I gasped as he finally obliged with one, long, teasing stroke of his tongue. His only response was a pleased purr as he continued his relentless torment. It's all I could do, to whimper and shudder against the wall as he wound me up higher and higher. His tongue was everywhere– stroking, lapping, flickering. Teasing me up to the edge, but never taking me over. I writhed against the wall, trying hopelessly to find some kind of rhythm as he pinned down my hips. "Dean," I begged breathlessly as he wound me up again, "Dean, please." He paused for a split second, then his fingers joined in on the torment and I was crashing into a wall– literally and figuratively. I hoarsely cried out his name as my knees nearly gave out. He was there to catch me, holding me up as I shuddered against him. I slowly regained my breathe and realized he was pressing soft kisses on the top of my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting my head up for a searing kiss. His tongue darted out to stroke mine, mimicking his earlier movements, and it left me wondering what he couldn't do with that amazing mouth of his. Dark emerald eyes met with mine as I pull his shirt over his head, his muscles rippling under my hands as I slid them down over his chest. He stepped forward, pinning me between him and the wall. Soft moans mixed with rough growls as our skin glided across one another. He rolled his hips against mine, and I groaned as I felt the hardness in his jeans. I rubbed the back of his calf with my foot as I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling myself even closer against him. He kissed me hungrily, stumbling back towards the bed as he pulled me along with him. Stopping at the end of the bed, I slid my hands over his hips– groaning when I felt the rough denim instead of skin. I pushed him to sit down and he pulled me onto his lap with him. "You're not playing fair with your clothes on," I grumbled as I kissed across his chest. He grinned devilishly, "You gonna help me with that, sweetheart?" I shoved him on his back, straddling his hips, as he looked up at me with a shocked expression. "Oh, I can definitely help," I murmured against his lips. I moved my mouth down over his chest and stomach, lapping and nipping at his soft skin. Making quick work of his boots and pants, I settled back over him in a flash. He shifted his hips, rubbing us against each other. "Mmm, Dean," I moaned softly. "That's it," his fingers brushed over my cheek, "take what you want, baby." I gasped and bit my lip as I slid over him slowly, his strong hands setting a slow pace. My head fell back and I closed my eyes as he gradually moved his hands faster– pulling us closer to the edge of the world. The blistering pace he ended up setting rode on the edge of painful, and I desperately clutched his chest to keep from crying out. I wasn't going to last much longer and, judging from his labored breathing, he wasn't either. He suddenly thrust his hips, pushing himself even deeper as I shattered all over again, and I swear I saw stars this time. I screamed his name with what little voice I had left and collapsed on his chest– barely aware that he was shuddering, too. I struggled to catch my breathe as aftershocks rolled through me. The cool breeze from the window drifted over the thin sheet of sweat on my back, making me shiver. Dean pulled me into his side, and I was suddenly enveloped in bed sheets and his warm arms. He chuckled quietly, "I knew you would scream my name." I gasped as the realization hit me. I had completely forgotten about the bet, and lost. I buried my face into his chest, not wanting to even think about how he would use the loss against me. Probably make me strip. Or worse. I groaned, causing him to laugh again. He continued to rub my back, the only sounds were his heart beating steadily against his chest and our light breathing. "I love you," I murmured softly as my eyes struggled to stay open. "Love you, too, Angel," his voice was equally heavy with weariness. "If you have a nightmare..."

"I'll wake you up," he finished as my eyes closed and I trailed off. I felt his lips against my forehead as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.