Sitting in one of the comfy chairs in the library, surrounded by family and friends, I couldn't have been happier.

Between Sam, Cas, and Dean, they had filled in the details of my death and subsequent resurrection. According to Cas, the host of Heaven had never been on Earth all at once before. And it was all Naomi's doing. I had a happy feeling that maybe, just maybe, Heaven would straighten itself out.

Charlie had left shortly after finding out I was alive. She had a line on a haunting in Colorado and was going to check it out. I knew she'd be back.

Meg was as human as I was. She was still snarky and surly but no longer demonic. Cas had not left her side since our return to the bunker.

Kevin and Mrs. Tran had decided to stay for a little while, just to make sure Heaven was going to behave before venturing back to their home. Truthfully, I don't think they wanted to leave Connor.

Sam stood in the corner watching the happy scene with a serene look on his face. We locked eyes briefly as my mug of tea was being refilled and he smiled and nodded. That was all he had to do. We understood each other. He could finally start thinking about a life away from hunting.

Dean was sitting on the arm of my chair. He had stayed close but something was off. I made a show of yawning loudly.

"Well, guys," I said as I stood, "I could use a good night's sleep." I looked back at Dean with the question on my face.

"I'm gonna stay up for a little while," he muttered.

I shrugged and bid everyone good night. There were tight hugs all around, even from Meg.

When I opened the door to my room, there was a fat orange cat lying at the end of my bed, looking at me as if to say, "Where have you been?"

Yeah, I closed the gates of Hell but it took a lot more than that to impress the cat.

After playing with Connor for more than an hour, Dean still hadn't come to bed. I decided to take a shower. I smelled like sweat and burnt hair. Side effect of glowing and burning, I guess.

Dean had been right about one thing, the water pressure in the bunker was fantastic. Its steady pounding took the remaining tension out of my neck. I was leaning my head back, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, when I just sensed him there.

I wiped the water out of my eyes and looked. And he was there. Naked and hard. The look he was giving me turned my ovaries into dust.

He crossed the space between us in one long step and crushed his lips to mine. He tasted of cheap whiskey and need. The combination actually made my toes curl.

This was a different Dean. There was nothing sweet about the way he was taking me. It was all friction and greed. I soon realized we both needed this. He'd been treating me like a china doll for far too long.

I pulled away from him and grabbed his hair, exposing his neck, biting and sucking not so gently, marking him as my own.

He growled and spun me in his grasp, bending me over and shoving his hard cock into me in one swift move.

I put my hands on the shower wall so I could push back into him. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and deep.

The pace was punishing, and it wasn't long before we were both grunting and writhing. He traded one of my hips for my hair and pulled my head back, forcing a small scream of ecstasy from my lips.

After a few more thrusts, I felt him tense as he emptied himself into me, groaning loudly as he came. Hearing that sound threw me over the edge as well and the power of it all was so intense, my knees folded. He grabbed me by the waist and lowered me to the shower floor.

He quickly stood, rinsed himself off, and left the bathroom without a word. I was stunned. The water continued to wash over me as the tears started to flow.

I dried myself off and donned my pink fluffy robe. Connor, as always, comforted me with his purring and head rubs. After a couple of minutes of feeling sorry for myself, I got angry. And went in search of Dean.

He was in the library with a glass of whiskey attached to his hand. He heard me come up behind him and only turned to see who it was. He turned back to stare at the table, hair still damp from our shared shower.

I grabbed the glass from his hand and slammed it on the table, breaking it and cutting myself in the process.

"What the fuck is your problem? How dare you treat me like that?" Tears threatened to come but I beat those bitches back. I wasn't about to play the simpering female card.

He glanced up at me, his expression dead. But in that one glance, I saw what was in his eyes. He was scared.

My heart softened. I knew what was going on. It was ok to love me when I was leaving. But now that I was alive, he didn't know what to do. So he was trying to push me away.

"Dean," I began softly, "no matter how much you push, no matter how much you hurt me, I am not going to leave. You are going to have to figure out how to deal with what you are feeling because I love you, and that isn't going to change. Take all the time you need. I'll be waiting."

I turned on my heel and walked away. I had no clue if he would need a couple of days or a few years but I knew my words were true. I wasn't going anywhere.

With my kitty snuggled into my tummy under the covers, I had fallen into a deep sleep. When I felt his weight hit the bed, I sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered brokenly in my ear, "I'm so sorry, Baby. Please forgive me."

Sleepily, I replied, "There's nothing to forgive, Dean. I know you are scared. So am I. The timetable is gone, and there are no rules. Let's just make this up as we go along, ok?"

He snuggled his nose into my neck and replied, "God, you are perfect."

I chuckled and snuggled closer to him.

"You keep thinking that and we are going to do just fine, Winchester."

I felt his smile in my hair as the three of us drifted off to sleep.

A/N: This story started out being something personal. A way for me to be in the Winchester's world. It has become more than that. And I thank you all for braving it to the very end. With that said... there is an announcement. This isn't the end for Dana and Dean. That's right, folks. There is a sequel in the works! Not sure when I am going to publish but I am itching to get started.

Special thanks to my beta and best friend, MoniJune29, you are the best! And although he is never going to read this, thank you to my husband for putting up with my obsession and for allowing me to love another man, even though he is fictional. :)

Thank you again for reading and see you again for the sequel! :)