The Impala came to a screeching halt in front of Tiara's house, and Dean was out of the car in a flash, running quickly across the lawn. He stopped before he reached the door, because Tiara was sitting on the stairs, her arms wrapped around her knees. "I couldn't stay in there, Dean. I couldn't..." she said, and he sat next to her, pulling her close as she quaked in his arms.

He held her for a few minutes, finally noticing her bare feet. "Come on, we need to get you inside." He pulled her gently to her feet, opening the door and ushering her in. She stopped dead in her tracks a couple of steps inside the door, her eyes focused at a spot on the floor a few feet away. Dean grabbed the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders, then walked over to where she still stared, speechless. Two large paw prints were clearly outlined in almost-dried mud on the dark hardwood floor, and Dean turned his head to look at Tiara. "The black wolf?" he asked, and she nodded, hugging the blanket tighter around her.

"He didn't try to hurt you?" Dean was walking around the prints, pulling out his phone to take a shot to send to Daniel.

Tiara was shaking her head. "Just stood there, looking at me. And then it turned into...into an Indian."

"Painted face, loincloth, wearing an animal pelt?" She was nodding, then looked up to meet his eyes.

"You've seen him?"

"Yeah. Sam and I both."

"He didn't hurt you either." Tiara seemed to be calming down now that he was here, but she was still shivering, looking at him like a lost child. He smiled gently and reached out a hand towards her as he sat on the couch.

"Come here," he said softly, and she came to him, pulling her legs up underneath her and letting his arms surround her. He tucked the blanket around her and held her, and she laid against his chest, feeling safe and warm and at peace for the first time since he'd left her house.

"Thank you for coming," she whispered, and he hugged her close, kissing the top of her head.

"I didn't figure you'd want me around after this morning," he said quietly. "We were just going to finish this job and get out of town."

Tiara tilted her head to look up at Dean's face, the weight of his guilt showing clearly as he refused to meet her eyes. "I'll admit, I was shocked. The thought of you... But Dean, the Indian... He gave me a dream of you. You were kissing me, and then I pulled away and closed my eyes, and when I opened them, it was you, but from years ago, from that night. And you were crying, and saying you had to protect me." He finally looked at her, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes, which were now shimmering with tears. "I know that the so-called right thing to do that night would have been to call the police. But my father was right. You'd have been in trouble, they would have hauled you in and then he would have done it. If not that night, another night soon after. He hated me from the time my mother died, I don't know why. I think he only tolerated a child because of her, and when she was gone... He just had no use for me." She reached for his face, and his eyes closed for a moment at her touch. "You did what you did because I was in danger, and you knew that, as young as you were. You knew. And now the secret is out, it's all over, Dean. Let it go." She reached up to kiss him softly. Then her hand slid around to the back of his neck and she kissed him again, harder, and he responded, pulling her close as she rose to her knees. pressing herself against him as her fingers grasped at his hair and her other hand laid against his chest.

Dean reached up to cup her face in his hands as he deepened their kiss, gentle yet hungry, his tongue sensuously exploring the sweet taste of her. She straddled his lap, a soft noise in her throat as she felt his arousal and he pushed up against her in reflex. She pressed against him, nipping softly at his lip, and a low growl was muffled by their kiss as he slid one hand down to cup her bottom, holding her tight against his throbbing erection, the other tangled in the silken strands of her hair as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Tiara ground herself against him, and he moaned as she pulled away from their kiss, staring down at him, her eyes glowing as she fought to slow her breathing for a moment. He pushed himself up into her, and she caught her lip between her teeth as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He did it again, and she reared her head back, her eyes closed for a moment, and Dean lowered his mouth to her soft flesh, tongue delving into her cleavage, one hand gently squeezing her breast before he captured her nipple through the silky black material of her bra. His mouth was hot and wet, and she whimpered softly, which spurred him on as she rubbed herself rhythmically against him.

He lifted his head, his green eyes predatory as he quickly finished removing her shirt and undid the fastening of her bra. He slid the straps down her arms and removed it slowly, staring down at her with such hunger that she felt weak. He bent to kiss her, hard and fast, then grabbed her, laying her back on the couch and lowering himself over her, one hand performing exquisite torture on her breast as his lips burned a trail from her ear down the side of her neck, over the soft skin of her shoulder, and down to flick his tongue at the other nipple, causing her to cry out.

He paused for just a moment, looking down at her. "Are you sure, Tiara?"

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she felt herself drawn into his eyes. "Yes, Dean. I'm sure." She felt a thrill run through her as she watched the heat flare in his gaze, and he lowered his mouth to her again. Her back arched as her body reacted to him, and his hands made their way down to her belly. He slipped his fingers under the waist of her yoga pants, and he pulled them down and out from under her as he sucked and teased at her breast.

She gasped as he touched her, and he sighed loudly as he felt the effect he was having on her. He slipped two fingers inside her, slick with her fluids, his thumb rubbing against her most sensitive spot as she writhed beneath him. She called out his name as waves of pleasure surged inside her, and Dean growled again as he felt her reach her peak.

He stood for a moment, quickly stripping down, and he knelt once again between her knees, lifting her legs around his hips as he filled her, slowly, sweet torture for them both. He pushed himself in to the limit, letting her adjust to him, bending to capture her lips, kissing her until she had returned to herself enough to move against him, moaning softly. He slid almost completely out, leaving her whimpering beneath him, gliding smoothly back in as he shifted his hips, and she clutched at his sides, crying out again. He was driving her crazy, and all she wanted was for him to pound into her until she exploded again, but he took his time, moving inside her, thrill after thrill buzzing through her until she was almost incoherently begging him. "Please, Dean... please..." she whispered breathlessly, and he reared his head back, teeth clenched, unable to hold back any longer. He pulled back and thrust into her hard, over and over, their bodies slick with sweat, Tiara's nails marking his back as she fought to hold him tighter still until he let out a growl and erupted inside her, white hot ecstasy flooding them both as she followed him only seconds later.

He lowered himself carefully on shaking arms, turning to his side as he held her tight against him, letting out a loud moan as her body clenched around him yet again. He laid there, cradling her to his chest until they had both calmed a little, his hands caressing her back and hips. Then he brought one hand up to tilt her chin, kissing her softly, tenderly, his tongue gently teasing at hers as they clung to each other.

Tiara woke some time later, aware only of being warm and comfortable, and curiously at peace. She opened her eyes slowly, hearing quiet sounds in the kitchen, and her nose twitched at the smell of bacon. She moved to sit up, only then realizing that she was still naked, covered only by the blanket. She smiled to herself, wrapping the blanket around herself, and walking quietly to the kitchen door.

Dean stood at the stove, humming "Renegade" softly to himself as he tended to the frying bacon. Tiara smiled as he turned to see her leaning in the doorway. "Hey." He smiled slowly, and she felt a thrill all the way to her toes. "Thought you might be hungry. I know it's a little late, but..."

"No, it's fine, I'm starving." He gave the bacon one more glance, then walked towards her in his jeans and bare feet, his flannel shirt hanging open. He tilted his head, a sparkle in his eye, and slowly pulled the blanket open, letting it fall to the floor as he pulled her close, his fingers stroking the soft skin of her back as he kissed her. When he finally lifted his head, his fingers still playing across her back, she smiled playfully up at him. "You are going to burn the bacon," she said softly, and his eyes widened as he turned to go quickly back to the stove. Tiara pulled the blanket back around herself and went to sit at the table. "Do you want me to do anything?"

"No, got it covered," he answered with a quick grin, plating the bacon, some eggs and grabbing a plate of toast from the counter. Then he poured them each a tall glass of milk and sat down next to her, leaning over to kiss her before picking up his fork. Once they had eaten, he reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her fingers before he stood to clear the table. Tiara stood up and grabbed her plate to help, and soon they had the mess cleaned up, although she found between doing the dishes and Dean's roaming fingers, it was a challenge to keep the blanket tucked around her.

They showered before bed, and the wet, soapy slickness of their bodies led to heated kisses beneath the spray, and Dean holding Tiara up against the shower wall as he drove them both to another climax. They washed each other quickly after that, since the hot water was rapidly running out, and they got out laughing and shivering a little as they dried off.

They crawled into bed and Dean drew Tiara up close as he faced her. He kissed her gently before he said, "I want to take you to talk to someone tomorrow. Daniel Red Elk. He's an elder in his tribe, and I'd like you to tell him about your dream, or vision, or whatever it was."

Tiara nodded as Dean's finger traced along her jaw line, and he kissed her again. "If you think he can help, I'd like that." He smiled, dropping a kiss on the end of her nose, then turning on his back and surrounding her with his arms as she cuddled close, her leg draped over one of his and her hand on his chest.

They picked Sam up the next morning and drove to Daniel's office, Tiara sitting next to Dean and Sam riding shotgun. She climbed out the driver's side door when they arrived, a little nervous, and they walked in to be greeted warmly by the big man. He took Tiara's hand in both of his, smiling at her and welcoming her, and then they each took a seat as he closed the door.

"So, Tiara, tell me about your dream. Everything you can remember." He watched her kindly as she described the experience, Sam glancing over at Dean as she told of the wolf changing to a man in front of her eyes. Dean reached for her hand and held it as she continued, telling Daniel of their conversation.

Daniel nodded slowly as he listened, his huge hands folded in front of him. When she had finished, he smiled a little. "Do you know what he said to you? Chunkshi ki?" Tiara shook her head. "Chunkshi ki means 'my daughter.' Which could just be an affectionate term, a kind way to address you. But he also said that her soul shines from your eyes. I think this woman, Little Star, could be an ancestor of yours, Tiara. And that could explain why you were visited by the wolf after the men's deaths."

"He said Dean had to lay Little Star to rest and return what was stolen, or more would die," Tiara said softly, and Daniel nodded.

"Yes, we know what was stolen. We have the pouch with Howahkan's tunkan stone, and I have spoken with the other tribal elders. Tomorrow we will do a burial ceremony. If he does come to you again, you can tell him this. But I don't think he will. I think he knows that the Winchesters are working to set this right." His eyes moved to Dean as he continued. "We will assemble tomorrow at the burial site, the bones will be removed and we will bury them again with a proper ceremony. The pouch will be placed back with the remains, and that should lay Howahkan to rest once again." He looked once again to Tiara. "The construction must stop for tomorrow. It would be best for there to be no one on the site but the elders and you three, and I want Jody there. If Howahkan feels there is any disrespect to the ceremony, he will not be pleased. So ask the workers to stay off of the property tomorrow, it will be best, I think."

As they left, Daniel took Tiara's hand in his large ones once again, looking down at her with a kind smile. "I think if you trace your ancestry, you will find a connection to the Lakota. I believe you are a distant takoja, grandchild, to a legendary wicasa of our tribe. That may have saved many lives, Tiara. The last time Howahkan became his spirit animal, he killed many white men." She stared up at him, her blue eyes wide, and Daniel squeezed her hand and smiled again. "I will see you all again tomorrow at the ceremony."

They pulled into the driveway at Tiara's house, and she turned to Sam. "You're welcome to stay here tonight, Sam. Your room's still open," she said, smiling, and his dimples deepened as he grinned in answer.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stay at the motel. Give you two your privacy." Tiara ducked her head, blushing, and Sam chuckled as he got out, taking Dean's place in the driver's seat. "Call if you need the car, Dean," he called out, and Dean waved a hand as he followed Tiara up the sidewalk, his other hand on her waist.

Tiara closed and locked the door, and when she turned, Dean pinned her up against it, his mouth crashing down on hers, his hands sliding up underneath her shirt, undoing her bra and slipping beneath it to cup her breast. He rubbed his palm over her nipple until it was almost painfully hard, then he reached down and lifted her up, legs around his waist, and his lips at the hollow of her throat. He braced her against the door, nipping and biting at her neck and throat, and pressing his hard length against her as she fought for breath.

He kissed her again, demanding, voracious, as he carried her to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. He undid her jeans and pulled them off, then unfastened his own, pulling them down and crawling between her legs, pressing into her as he devoured her lips again. He took her, fast and rough, their cries and moans filling the air, not even bothering to remove the rest of their clothing. She came hard, shuddering violently through her orgasm, and he drove into her until his release came, leaving him lying weak and breathless in her arms.

She was finding it hard to catch her breath with his weight on her, and she whispered, "Dean," her hands still clasping his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he said, turning and pulling her with him, holding her gently in his arms, kissing her softly in between words. "I just...I couldn't wait to get my hands on you again, and to be inside you..." He trailed off, kissing her again as he pulled out, muffling her soft moan of protest as he slipped his hand up under her shirt to cup her breast gently. Languid and sleepy, they both drifted off for a time in each other's arms.

Sam called them later, and they made plans to go with him for dinner with Jody. Dean showered first, and was sitting on the bed tying his boots when Tiara came out of the bathroom naked, her hair still a little damp even though she had used the dryer. She stood in front of the mirror, pulling her hair up into a ponytail, and Dean moaned quietly. "You're doing that on purpose," he said, his voice low, and she smiled innocently, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.

"Doing what?" she asked as she finished with her hair, then bent over, pretending to pick up a piece of imaginary lint from the carpet. Dean moaned again, watching as she teased him, bending to open dresser drawers, pulling out matching lavender lace panties and bra, and getting dressed slowly in front of him as he leaned back on his elbows on the bed. She finished dressing, then came and straddled his lap, kissing him softly before pushing him down flat on the bed and staring down at him, a sexy smirk on her lips. "When we get home, Dean Winchester... It's my turn to drive." She trailed a finger down his chest and reached down to gently squeeze the bulge in his jeans before climbing off of his lap.

"Can't wait," he growled, getting up to join her in the living room. Sam pulled up shortly after that, and they headed out the door, Dean swatting at her bottom as she went out ahead of him.

Dean couldn't say what the conversation was about at dinner. If he hadn't ordered his usual cheeseburger and fries, he wouldn't have been able to remember what he ate. Tiara's subtle perfume wafted to him every time she moved, her hand resting on his thigh throughout the evening as she sat near him, and he couldn't get his mind off of the lingerie he had seen her put on before they left. She would occasionally slide her hand up to stroke him, all the while smiling or talking or seeming to listen intently as Sam or Jody talked.

By the time Sam drove them home, he was ready to tear her clothes off in the back seat and take her then and there. Tiara kept peering up at him from under her long lashes, smiling just a little, and it was driving him insane. They got inside and she walked to the bar, pulling the bottle of whiskey out from underneath and asking softly, "Drink?"

"Okay. This had better be good, because you almost didn't make it home with your clothes intact, woman."

She poured them each a drink, then sauntered over to him and handed him the glass. She hooked one finger through a belt loop and pulled him with her towards the bedroom, looking back over her shoulder at him as they made their way there. He downed most of his drink in one swallow, his pulse racing already at the seductive sway of her hips and the look in her big blue eyes.

"First, we need to take this off," she said softly, unbuttoning his shirt and removing that and the t-shirt he wore underneath. Then she walked to the dresser, pulling out a silky scarf, coming towards him slowly. She ran her fingers over his jaw line, then up the side of his face, bringing the scarf up and placing it over his eyes, tying it in the back. "Lay back, please," she said, and he did as she requested, sliding onto the bed and laying flat, his jeans already becoming uncomfortably tight. He could hear her zipper come down, and a small sound escaped his lips.

"I want to see you," he said, and she laughed quietly.

"You will. But for now, just trust me."

He felt her weight on the bed as she climbed up, straddling his legs for a moment as she undid his jeans, then backing away as she pulled them off, along with his socks. Then she asked him to turn over to his back, and he did so, hearing a drawer open and close. Then she was kneeling over him again, and he felt a few drops of oil touch his skin, a warm, tantalizing scent filling the room as she touched him, massaging the oil into his skin, kneading his muscles, moving from his neck down across his shoulders, down his arms, working her way over the length and breadth of his back. It was heavenly, and he found himself relaxed and aroused at the same time, a strange sensation.

She asked him to turn to his back then, and she gave the same treatment to his chest, rubbing over his nipples as he sighed softly in response. She stroked over every inch of his arms, even his hands and fingers, and down his torso until she reached the waist of his boxers. Then, suddenly, she was gone, and he waited, almost holding his breath, for what was to come next. He heard her come back into the room, and she asked softly if he wanted a sip of his drink, but he declined. Then he felt it, an icy sensation at the hollow of his throat, and goosebumps flared over his skin as she stroked the ice down his chest. She bent closer to him, licking the water from him as it melted, and as she rubbed the ice over his nipple, then replaced it with her hot mouth, he almost raised off the bed. "God," he breathed as she continued until he was almost dizzy, his erection throbbing, and he reached for her, but she firmly laid his hand at his side.

"Be good," she said, then pulled his boxers off, and he felt himself twitch a little at the noise she made when she saw him exposed. She put the ice in her mouth as she crawled back up between his legs, then removed it and took him into her mouth, just the tip, her mouth cold from the ice but warming quickly, and he moaned as she slid the ice up his length and sucked hard on him. She took him in deeper, and he itched to bury his hands in her hair, but he bit his lip, hissing in a breath as she took him in as deeply as she could.

She drove him to near desperation before she stopped, and kissed her way back up his body to his lips. "Tiara, I want to see you. Come on..." he said, then kissed her again, finally letting his hands reach for her. He reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, and she sat up and removed it, tossing it aside and leaning down into him, causing a low growl to emerge from his throat.

"You said you'd let me drive, Dean. Do you trust me or not?" she asked, running a finger down his belly, and he inhaled sharply. She leaned forward, her breasts near his face, and let him tease at her with his tongue and teeth until she couldn't stand it any longer.
She pulled the scarf from his eyes and reached behind her to stroke his velvety shaft, and he moaned, sitting up and crushing her to himself, kissing her until she had to pull away to breathe. She stroked over him again, and he lifted her, sitting her on top of him, and she rubbed herself against him, shivering as she leaned back and Dean nibbled at her neck. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, and stopped kissing her long enough to give her a look that melted her to the core. "Take these off, or I will."

She pulled off her panties, then positioned herself over him and he held her, his hands on her waist, lowering her slowly, and she shuddered hard as he filled her, almost losing herself at the wonderful feeling of him inside her and the ravenous look on his face.
He thrust up into her, unable to hold back, and she rode him, crying out as her orgasm hit her hard, and Dean shouted as her body's spasms sent him over the edge with her. She collapsed on top of him, their bodies dewy with sweat and exhausted, and when she finally was able to raise her head he captured her lips, taking her breath away with the intensity of his kiss. He held her tight as she laid on top of him, his hands stroking her back gently. "Any time you want to drive, baby, you just let me know," he whispered.

Late the next morning, Dean pulled into Singer Salvage and parked the Impala near the garage. Jody pulled up nearby, and the four of them walked to the burial site, where Daniel and three other elders from his tribe were gathered, dressed in ceremonial clothing. Dean pulled the pouch from his pocket and handed it to Daniel, and they stood around the burial site together.

Daniel began to speak, and Tiara found herself mesmerized by the beauty of the language. One of the men held a drum, which he beat in rhythm as the men chanted. The bones of Little Star had been exhumed and would be buried again as part of the ceremony, after the pouch had been placed back in the grave. Daniel held the pouch aloft, chanting quietly, and laid it reverently with the bones.

Tiara was feeling a little dizzy as the ritual continued, and reached for Dean's hand. He put an arm around her shoulders, concerned at her pale appearance, and she sagged against him. "Tiara, are you all right?" he whispered, and then he heard Sam behind him.

"Dean, look..."

Appearing to stand on the grave itself was a beautiful native woman, wearing a dress made of buff-colored skins and heavily decorated with beading. There was a lone feather woven into her braided hair, hanging down to her shoulder. Her feet were bare, and she clasped a beaded pouch in her hand. She seemed to fade in and out as the chant continued, and she looked towards Tiara, smiling softly. "Chunkshi ki," she said, then turned as the medicine man they had seen previously appeared next to her.

Tiara clung tightly to Dean's hand, and they stood silently as Daniel and the other elders continued the ceremony. The drum stopped, along with the chanting, and the men stood with expressionless faces, watching as the spirits came closer to Dean and Tiara, who stood still, not sure what was expected. Sam reached for Dean, and Daniel spoke softly but sharply. "Sam! No, we must not interfere."

Jody grabbed Sam's arm as they watched the two spirits step into Dean and Tiara's bodies. They both swayed a little, then stood straight and tall and faced each other, their hands clasped as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"Cikala Wicahpi, this man and our daughter have brought you peace. If you are at peace, then I am also. Thechihila," Dean said softly, and drew Tiara close as he kissed her, his hands lovingly cupping her face. Then there was a brief rush of wind, and Dean and Tiara both sank slowly to their knees. Dean shook his head after a couple of seconds, slightly confused, and rose to his feet, reaching to help Tiara stand. "Are you okay? What happened? Daniel?"

Daniel smiled as one of the other elders began filling the grave with soil. "You just allowed Howahkan to say goodbye...and I love you...to his wife." he said, winking at Tiara, who blushed.

Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Are you okay, Dean? Tiara? You two were just possessed by their ghosts. Are you sure you're all right?"

Tiara was looking up into Dean's eyes, her blue eyes glowing. "I feel a little weird, but...I feel really good." Dean was nodding, then bent to kiss her softly.

"Yeah, same here."

Daniel came to stand before Tiara, his face sober once again. "Tiara, we will place a marker here for Little Star's grave. Please make sure that it is not disturbed again."

Tiara nodded as she answered. "I will, Daniel. I may ask for a historical marker to be placed here, if it's possible." Daniel nodded, and they talked for a moment as Sam drew Dean aside.

"Dean, you're sure everything is okay?"

"Sam, I'm sure. They're both at peace now, I could feel that. It's over. Jody, that doesn't help with the deaths you have, but I guess they'll just have to go down as animal attacks."

Jody smiled. "Yeah. Like I've never had to fudge on a report for you two. The coroner already declared them animal attacks, we just have to officially agree with it and lay the cases to rest. I guess this one's wrapped up, boys."

Sam looked up at his brother. "So, Dean, are we heading home?"

Dean was watching Tiara, her eyes aglow, her hair shining in the sun, talking with her hands as usual. He smiled softly. "I don't know, Sammy. I think I want to stick around for a couple of days."