A/N; This is how I had planned to end this flash back fic but I chickened out. And now I'm not a chicken anymore so here it is.

Epilogue

She kept the note in her pocket all day. They didn't talk to each other, even though she knew he was watching her.
She wasn't 'grounded.'
Her parents didn't do that.
They yelled, and her Dad gave her the first-ever swat on her ass with his belt. She was pissed and still felt the sting of the old leather.
But they weren't suspended, so that helped… thanks to Syrus and Nöel.
Phade glanced at the clock and quickly snuck out of the room, slipping into the hall bathroom. They only had the one in the small house her Dad managed to get for them. Her shoes were still where she hid them, but she grabbed the robe hanging on the door and slipped it on over her large pajama shirt. Once she had her old chucks on, she pushed the window open as quietly as she could, trying not to get caught. They were being a lot more cautious with her since the Ice Caves.

He watched her slip out the window, her feet finally touching the roof when she let go of the window sill. His hands clenched in reflex, as if he'd hold her so she wouldn't fall. When she turned around and saw him standing in her backyard, she smiled. The little wave of her hand pulled a smile from him too. He could feel the swell of emotion in his chest—this girl was something else.

"Let me help—" Dean's voice floated up to her from beneath the porch, and she knelt at the edge, leaning dangerously over the side to smile at him.

"Haste," she waved her hand again, motioning for him to move aside. "Just don't try to catch me."

Phade turned away and got up. She took a few steps back towards the house, then sprinted to the edge of the porch. She was showing off…

Dean gaped, heart in his throat, watching her flip and twist her body as she jumped off the roof. The moment her feet hit the ground, she tucked, head first into a flip, and then finally stood still, her arms held over her head.

Phade laughed softly. She turned around and saw him, slack-jawed, staring at her. She gave a shrug of her shoulder. "Cheerleading has to be good for something."

Dean felt his lips turn up in a smile, and then she ran to him and jumped in his arms. He didn't waste the opportunity. He grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and bent his head to hers.

Phade looped her arms around his shoulders, excited and anxious, but the moment his lips touched hers, it was like satisfying this craving she couldn't name.

Dean was caught off guard by the kiss, but his surprise quickly gave way to a deep, intense feeling that surged through him. This wasn't just a kiss—it was something far more powerful, more real than anything he'd ever felt. Her touch, her warmth, made everything else fade into the background. The snow, the cold, the world—they all ceased to exist.

She shivered.

Dean pulled his head back just enough to trail his nose along her neck and up to her jaw, where he placed another kiss. "You're cold."

Phade tried to speak, but she couldn't find her voice, so she shook her head instead.

Dean smiled. "It's freezing, and you're not cold?" he chuckled into her shoulder, where he nuzzled his nose into her warm skin.

She shivered again, and Dean finally drew back and looked into her eyes. "Jaden…" he reluctantly set her on her feet but pulled her into his chest. "Darlin'... I—"

"Bésame." Phade rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Dean didn't hesitate, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, lost in the moment.

He ran his hands over her, pressing her harder into his chest. She fit to him like she'd been made just for him. The way he felt being this close to her, touching her, tasting her… Dean would believe it was true.

The touch of lips at his throat sent a shiver of pleasure through him. Dean had to grit his teeth and step back. She was breathless and flushed, her eyes glittered in the moonlight. Dean cupped her face in his hands, his fingers caressing her skin… he knew he had to tell her, but the words caught in his throat. Phade took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and without a word, she led him toward the barn-style garage. The snow crunched softly beneath their feet, the cold air biting at their cheeks, but neither seemed to notice. All that mattered was the connection between them, the unspoken understanding that this was more than just a kiss—it was something they both could never deny..

As they stepped inside the dimly lit garage, the quiet enclosed space felt like it was made just for them. Dean's heart pounded in his chest, not just from the cold, but from the weight of what he needed to say. His Dad was making them leave town that night. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he looked at Phade, the way the moonlight played off her face, making her look even more beautiful. The words died on his lips as he drew her into his chest and covered her mouth with his.

Phade hooked her arms around his shoulders, her fingers greedily threading through his short hair. She drew back and looked up at him, her breath misting in the cold air, and felt a sense of excitement she had never known before. She didn't fully understand what was happening, only that she was exactly where she wanted to be. She traced her fingers along his jawline, marveling at how right it felt to be here with him, in this old, quiet place that seemed to exist just for them. Dean's heart ached with the realization that he couldn't bear to ruin this moment. Not now, not when she was looking at him like that.

He pulled her closer, deciding that for tonight, he wouldn't think about leaving. He just wanted to be with her, to hold onto this feeling for as long as he could. As they kissed again, surrounded by the quiet, Phade felt like she was stepping into a new world, one where she could be brave and bold. His hands were cold, she shivered where he was able to touch skin. The buttons easily slipped out of the large top and where his fingers lightly skimmed over her, his lips left a trail of fire that took her breath away.

Dean skimmed his hands down to her waist, his fingers toying with the band of her pajama pants. He felt the sting of her teeth on his bottom lip and the hesitation about going any further evaporated like smoke. He touched more of her skin than he'd imagined possible. Her soft moan filled his mouth and the pajama pants slipped past her hips to pool around her feet.

Phade felt the cold and gasped, drawing back from Dean. She couldn't get a breath, she was lightheaded but all she wanted was to keep kissing him.

"You're beautiful." Dean whispered in a harsh breath before he crushed her lips with his once more. He bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her off her feet and walked with her to the tailgate of the old truck. The robe Phade wore gave her some protection from the cold metal but a lot of their belongings had been stored in the barn-shed and some had spilled from the boxes.

Phade gripped his shoulders with her hands fisted in the leather. "...Dean…" her voice was barely a whisper of breath.

His breath was hot on her neck just behind her ear. "Tell me to stop, Jaden." His tongue flicked at her lobe and she gasped, her body arching into his chest. "Darlin'..."

Phade turned her face towards him. "...bésame…" her breath came in a harsh pant and her dark eyes shone like smoky quartz. She slid her fingers to the back of his neck and tugged as she leaned towards him. Her lips touched his lightly and he drew back enough to look in her eyes. She felt the touch of his hand on her thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh and moaned. "No quiero, Dean… bésame, bésame."

Dean took the soft smile on her lips as answer. They weren't going to stop until they could satisfy this need they both couldn't explain. He wanted this girl… she was beautiful, warm and she was all his.

Phade gasped, her eyes opening with surprise with the touch of his finger at her apex. She had never been touched like that before and now she was dying with the pleasure he gave her.

Dean covered her mouth with his lips, drinking in her cries of pleasure. She was all he could think of, everything he wanted and so much more. He couldn't imagine not being with her, not touching her… "Jaden." he gasped her name and drew back. He cupped her face with his hand, willing her to look at him.

"...Dean…bésame…" Phade tried to kiss him but Dean drew back again and she frowned at him. "...bésame."

"Darlin'..." Dean took a breath and pressed his forehead to hers. "Jaden… are you sure?" He wanted the same thing she did, but wouldn't go any further without her say so. He drew back again and looked at her. She was flushed, her cheeks rosy and her freckles… he wanted to kiss every last one and impulsively kissed the tip of her nose.

"Que…" Phade giggled softly. She saw the smile on his face and cupped her hands on his cheeks. "Guapo… quiero todo contigo." she whispered, nodding with an answering smile. She saw his eyes close on a sigh and it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Her heart ached, but it was a good pain, a happiness… This is where she could be with Dean without worrying about anything else. It was just them, together in this moment, and nothing else mattered.

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