After you fixed the shower and cleaned up the washroom, you and Dean made your way into the study where Sam was waiting.

"Alright," Sam was clearly going to pretend nothing happened. "I found a case that's not too far away and it's likely just a spirit, do you two want to take it and I can stay here and do the research?" He looked from Dean to you, waiting for an answer.

You looked at Dean and his eyes seemed to sparkle a little more than usual at the prospect of going on a hunt with just you.

"Ya, seems fine to me. If we get in trouble we can always call you." You leaned nonchalantly on the table that Sam had his laptop on.

"Cool. You guys get packed and I'll get this stuff ready so you can take the info I already have with you." He began going through his files and printing what was left to put together.

You headed to your room to pack your clothes, shower stuff, salt, and other various weapons. While going through your weapon drawer, you paused to admire the extensive collection you had built over the years. Your eyes lingered on one particular throwing knife with your grandma's initials carved into the handle. You learned a lot from her; she may have been getting on in years but she was a badass until the end. You gave your head a shake and closed the drawer.

"You ready?" Dean was leaning on the door frame with his duffle on the ground beside him.

"Ya, I just need to check something first." You grabbed your laptop so that you could check your email before you packed it up. You sat on your bed and turned on your computer. You felt Dean come up behind you and lean his chin on your head while his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders.

Without realizing, you were leaning back into his warm embrace as you began checking your email. It was mostly junk, except for one. Your order has been shipped! Thank you for shopping with Adam & Eve! Dean clearly saw what you had ordered from the giant summary that popped up.

Closing your laptop, you managed to place it in your own duffle bag without making Dean let go of you and you turned in his arms to find his face plastered with a grin that seemed to span his entire face. He kissed your forehead and leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

"We're gonna have some fun in a week to ten days." You laughed harder than was probably necessary given that he wasn't entirely kidding.

The two of you made your way back to the kitchen where Sam had finished putting together the case file.

"Alright, I think that's it. I'll start trying to find more, you guys let me know when you get there." He handed you the file and you placed it in your duffle.

"Thanks, Sammy. We'll call you." You gave him a one armed hug and began walking toward the stairs while Dean stopped to say something to Sam before quickly catching up.

"What was that all about?"

"Just making sure Sam was all good before we left." He placed a hand delicately on your lower back as you both made your way up the stairs.

You nodded in response and opened the front door to leave.

"Y/N! Don't let him bully you into picking the food the whole time! Eat a salad!" Sam called from down the stairs.

Dean looked at you with a faux horrified look. "You wouldn't dare!"

The two of you laughed your way to the car and began packing your stuff into the back seat.

"Maybe we should put this stuff in the trunk and keep the back seat clear?" Dean looked up at you from the other side of the car.

"Why would we... Oh." You turned an adorable shade of pink while Dean smirked in your direction. "Ya maybe we should move it..." You looked back up at him and he just stared. "Y'know, in case we have to pick up a perp."

"Right. That's exactly what I was thinking." He shook his head at the back seat of the impala and you could see the ghost of a smile creep onto his face.

Once the two of you finally got on the road, you pulled out the map.

"Okay, I think we've got about eight hours of driving time, if you want, you do the first four and I'll take the next four?" You looked over at Dean from the passenger seat and for a second he looked so focused and serene that you wished you hadn't asked him anything. He turned to you with a smile on his chiselled face.

"Sweetheart, as much as I like you, and believe me it's a lot, you have not yet earned the privilege of driving baby."

You gave him the most outraged look you could muster and proceeded to hit him with the map. "Alright then, I'll just sleep for the next eight hours!" You scooted to the side and lay down in the bench seat, your head touching Dean's thigh.

"C'mere." Dean placed his hand on your shoulder and you moved so that your head was in his lap.

You fell asleep more quickly than you had anticipated and the next thing you knew, you were waking up and the clock read three hours later than when you had left. You moved to sit up and Dean moved his arm off to let you do so. You stretched a little and leaned back in your seat.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good. Where's the music?"

"I didn't want to wake you." Dean reached to the console and turned on the radio. Blue Oyster Cult played from the speakers and the two of you tried and failed to not sing along. Dean took your hand from his side of the car and the two of you sat like that for basically the rest of the ride.

Upon arriving in Dallas, the two of you began looking for a motel in the area that the case was in. "That one looks nice...ish..." You pointed out an seemingly affordable motel off the side of the road and Dean pulled over into the parking lot.

"Alright. I will go get us a room and you sit tight." He patted your thigh and got out of the car. You watched him head into the motel and shortly after, you watched him head back to the car.

The two of you got all the bags out of the trunk and into your room within about five minutes and both sat on the queen sized bed, taking up most of the small room.

"Now what?" You looked at Dean and he was looking at you the same way.

"Wanna go take a shower?"

You laughed and he stood in front of you looking down hopefully. You flopped down completely on the bed with your legs hanging off and spoke to the roof "But the bed is just so comfy, I don't know if I can get up!"

"Well I guess we can shower later." Dean crawled on top of you, nuzzling into your neck as he did. His scruff tickled your sensitive skin and you couldn't help but laugh. You felt his smile near your collar bone as he trailed light kisses down and across to the other side of your neck.

"Dean..." You arched your back into him just enough that he could feel your chest against his.

His hands snaked their way up underneath your shirt and it was quickly over your head and on the floor beside the bed. His hands continued their exploration of your torso as yours found their way into his hair and clung to the back of his neck. He stood back up for a second to take his own shirt off, along with his pants and his boxer briefs. You reached down to undo your own jeans and Dean helped you pull them off. You lay there in your under wear with your legs hanging off the bed, Dean standing between them.

"You're beautiful." He said as he gazed down at you.

You leaned up on your elbows and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Enough sappy stuff, just fuck me." You smiled at him and he pounced on top of you, arousing a giggle from the back of your throat.

He did as you said, pulling you into the middle of the bed and going to town on your neck, leaving marks that would be easily identifiable later. You arched your back, grinding into his stomach and he placed a hand on your hip, pushing you back down. That hand made its way down to your sex, massaging you through your panties. The friction it caused was almost unbearable but soon, his hand was gone and so were your panties.

Another hand moved under your back, making quick work of your bra and you saw it get tossed to the ground. It was as though Dean were an octopus, his hands seemingly everywhere at once. One second they were on your sensitive mound, the next they were massaging your breasts and then they were groping your ass. He was everywhere and all consuming.

You felt more than watched his mouth move from your neck to your collar bone, and down to suck on your erect nipples and down again to lick your hip bones before diving between your legs.

His tongue was just as spectacular as the last time as it went in and out and he massaged your clit with his thumb. Your hands were threaded through his hair and you moaned in your euphoric state, arching your hips to meet his lips. You shuddered your climax and he came back up, kissing his way up to your mouth. Between kisses he whispered "So do you want me to really fuck you now?"

The only form of response that your could muster was to drag his mouth back down to yours and grind your hips up to meet his, feeling his arousal on the inside of your thigh.

Dean smiled and stood for a minute to put on a condom before slipping back and kissing you just a feverishly as he had been before.

He entered you as swiftly and smoothly as always, hitting the right spot consistently. You'd never really had sex this primal and satisfying; the two of you almost seemed to be made for each other. Like two jigsaw pieces, you matched each other in every way possible. After just a few more thrusts, you both climaxed at nearly the same time. The wave subsided with Dean collapsing on top of you. The weight wasn't unpleasant.

"Should we take a look at that research now?" You patted his back gently.

Dean propped himself up and looked down at you. "You're kidding right?"

"Partially." You smiled at him and he rolled beside you.

"Alright, I'm going to go take a shower. Feel free to join me or go nerd it up." He kissed you on your forehead and hopped out of the bed, heading toward the bathroom. You watched him go with a smile stuck on your face.

After the bathroom door closed, you got out of the bed and put your clothes back on, well your underwear back on. You had placed the research file on the desk when the two of you walked in and that's where you went to sit down to go through it.

Sam had done as good a job as ever and the case file was detailed with lore on the specific type of spirit that he thought it was. You read through the entire file twice - which didn't take long - gathering everything you needed to know about the case.

This family claimed to have been experiencing power shortages in various rooms of their house, their heater wasn't working and some of their things had gone missing. Sounded like a standard poltergeist. This should be an easy job but you knew you had to get more information from the family before you could proceed.

You closed the file and looked up, over at the bathroom door. Dean was still in the shower and you'd done all you could really do for the night...

You got up from the table, moving swiftly to where you could still hear the shower running.

Dean must have heard you open the door because you heard his voice echo around the bathroom as you walked in. "Get in here, nerd."

You smiled to yourself and got in the shower.