Shot Through The Heart; Ch 7/7; NC-17; Dean/OFC
Title: Shot Through the Heart; Ch 7/7; NC-17
Author:
softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5966
Summary: While at a firing range, Dean meets a woman who really knows her way around her weapons. His joke that she is the woman of his dreams leads to an invitation to spend a no strings attached weekend with her, knowing he is leaving in 3 days. Now he is sure that he has met the girl of his dreams. This is the story of that weekend and how fantasies can come true.
Warnings: Het - Tantric!Dean - Angst
Shot Through The Heart - Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Just having a bit of fun with them.
Beta:
carinas_carinae
Fic Banner: by the lovely and talented
realm_of_ylith who took a couple of pictures that I sent her and made it just right.
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Shot Through the Heart Chapter 7
Dean and Shannon had invited Sam over to spend Sunday afternoon BBQ’ing with them.
Just after one o’clock, Sam stood on Shannon’s porch with beer, ice, and flowers and rang the bell.
“Sammy, you didn’t need to bring me flowers,” said Dean with a huge grin on his face.
“They’re for Shannon. Saw them at the store and thought she’d like them,” Sam told his brother. “You gonna let me in?”
“Sure. But the flowers…? Sam, you aren’t trying to put the moves on my girl, are you?” Dean asked Sam with a raised eyebrow.
“What is the matter with you, Dean? I’ve never seen you like this. I’m just being polite. It’s nice to bring something when someone has you over to their house.”
“I know,” Dean looked at his brother and laughed then said, “God, Sammy can’t you take a joke?”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“Well, now that we have that out of the way, she’s in the kitchen,” said Dean pointing. “Why don’t you go give the flowers to her and I’ll take the beer and ice out to the patio and put them in the cooler.”
Sam walked past Dean with the flowers to find Shannon in the kitchen just like Dean had said.
“Hi.”
“Sam. Hi. How are you? Are those for me?” Shannon asked blushing. She was genuinely glad to see him. He was so important to Dean that she wanted to include him in this last afternoon of BBQ and relaxing in the yard and drinking a few beers. She knew that the three-way sex they had the night before was a one-time thing that only happened because of Dean bringing Sam into the bedroom with them to help her fulfill her fantasy of having a three-some.
“Yeah, they are. I hope you like them,” he told her as he came into the kitchen and before he handed them to her, gave her a shy kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“Sam, why are you thanking me? It’s me that should be thanking you,” she asked perplexed.
“Because I am really glad that Dean met you the other day. I haven’t seen him so relaxed in - well, forever. So thank you. For everything.” He said the last part with a little blush and dipped his head so that he couldn’t see her looking at him.
“Oh, Sam. All that I can say is that I’m glad I met your brother too. And you too, Sam. This weekend has been amazing. Dean is amazing. I know you are both leaving in the morning, but Sam, take care of him. Okay?” Shannon asked.
“Sure. You can count on it.”
Taking the flowers from Sam, she stepped in and gave him a smile and a quick hug, just as Dean was walking in the door.
“If I’d have known bringing you flowers would get hugs and smiles I’d have brought you some too,” Dean joked as he walked the rest of the way into the room and bent and gave Shannon a quick kiss.
“I put the ice and beer in the cooler on the patio. Do you want me to do anything else?” Dean asked Shannon.
“No. Why don’t you two go out and relax. I have a few things to do in here and then I’ll come out and we can start the BBQ.” Shannon replied.
“Sure thing, boss,” Dean replied with a smile. “Come on, Sam,” Dean said as he turned and headed out to the patio with Sam right behind him.
“She’s some girl, Dean. You sure you want to leave tomorrow? We can stick around for a while if you want, or I can leave you here and come back for you. That thing we have to do with Bobby, I can do by myself,” Sam asked as they walked outside.
“She is the perfect girl, Sam. But we are leaving tomorrow. End of story. This was nice, but we have a job to do, and I’m not sending you off on your own. Just come and pick me up at seven in the morning. I’ll be ready to leave then. Okay?” Dean replied to Sam.
Sam looked at Dean without it being too obvious. “I’ll be here, seven in the morning. So, are you going to give me a beer or what?”
~0~0~0~
The three of them had spent the afternoon drinking beer and having BBQ on the patio in Shannon’s backyard and Sam had left a short while before.
Dean and Shannon were standing in her kitchen finishing the clean-up when Dean came up behind her at the sink and pressed his body to hers and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her hair. “Mmmm, I love the way you smell.”
“Thank you. There is something about how you smell too. Just so clean and sexy all at the same time. I love it.” Shannon replied to Dean leaning back into his embrace. “I’m almost through with the dishes. What do you want to do when we get done cleaning up in here? We can stay in and watch TV or go out to a movie, whatever you want.”
“I had a couple of ideas on how we could spend the evening. But if you want to relax and watch TV first or sit and read to relax after cooking all afternoon, that’s okay too. I was thinking that maybe we could take a bath in your big tub, though. Would that be alright with you?” Dean asked mentioning the large soaking tub in Shannon’s bathroom.
Shannon was surprised. Dean didn’t really look like a bath kind of guy, but he had surprised her time and again over the weekend. “You know what, a bath sounds great and I don’t really feel like watching TV or reading. You’re leaving tomorrow. I can read or watch TV anytime. I’d rather spend the rest of our time together being with each other.”
~0~0~0~
A little while later, Dean was sitting in Shannon’s bathtub in her bathroom with all of the lights off and about twenty candles lit, Shannon was sitting facing him and their legs were intertwined and they were just gazing at each other in the candlelight.
They lay in the tub just like that relaxing and enjoying the feel of each other’s legs against each other. Shannon had gotten into the tub after Dean had and had brought in large tumblers with ice water and put one on Dean’s end of the tub and she had one on her end also.
She was so enjoying being so close to this remarkable man in front of her. Just looking at him filled her chest and heart with emotions she hadn’t prepared for when she invited him for that weekend of no strings attached sex. She lifted her tumbler of ice water and had a long sip while she continued looking at him over the rim of her glass.
For Dean’s part, he was also enjoying the sensations of sharing a bath with Shannon. In fact, he had enjoyed every single part of the weekend that he had shared with her and knew that the time that they had left together was short and was afraid it would be fleeting. He didn’t want to waste or squander even one minute of it.
Dean watched Shannon drink from her glass and enjoyed watching the soft expression on her face and in her eyes. He didn’t realize it, but that was the same expression and look on his face. He was giving her something so special with just a look, something that he hadn’t ever really given anyone before, except maybe Sam, but that was a little different.
He gave her a small smile and dipped his hands under the surface of the water and slid them slowly up and down her lower legs, cupping her shins and just glancing over the skin ever so lightly.
“Mmmm, feels good,” Shannon whispered.
“Yeah, it really does, doesn’t it?” Dean agreed.
Shannon had been tempted to close her eyes and tilt her head back against the wall of the tub, but watching the expressions on Dean’s face was just too precious not to continue to watch. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and that touching her was the only thing in the world that he wanted to do in that moment. He was so totally focused on her, she could feel coming off of him in waves.
Dean watched the expressions run across Shannon’s face and he could tell that she could feel it too. Whatever it was…it was definitely something special and it wasn’t about the sex. Maybe a little bit of it was the sex, but not really. It was so intimate and loving in a way that Dean Winchester had never felt, never opened himself up to before, in his whole life of duty and obligation, a motherless boy having to grow up so quickly, a part of his heart had always been closed. But something had happened here, this weekend, with this woman that had put a little chink in the armor that had been around his heart protecting him his whole life.
He was tempted to push it away. Like he had every other time the feelings had come too close to the surface. But tomorrow would be soon enough he decided. This may be a once in a lifetime opportunity for him and he kept looking at her in awe at what he saw mirrored in her face, and he made a conscious decision to just go with the flow until he had to leave in the morning.
He sat up a little straighter in the tub, and Shannon was afraid that he was pulling back again, like he had the other times that things had gotten too close for comfort. But she didn’t see his expression change back to one of guardedness. At the point that Dean told her to come here she realized that he hadn’t retreated from her again, in fact he was bringing her closer.
He helped her situate her self so that they were still facing each other but she was almost sitting in his lap and her legs were wrapped around his waist and their arms were around each other and they were so very close together, and Dean leaned in and gave her a very small kiss and said, “That’s better. You were too far away over there.” And then he smiled at her, and she was absolutely lost, right then, right there and she knew that nothing that had ever come before in her whole life had felt as right as this did right here.
They stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other and being so close and in each other’s space, getting to the point that they were breathing in concert with each other, just melting into one another, but watching, always watching each other’s eyes and feeling the intimacy in a way that they had never done before, ever, with anyone.
Dean brushed Shannon’s hair back from her face and feathered light kisses across her eyes, her cheeks, her chin, and her mouth. Everywhere, really. There wasn’t a place he didn’t caress with his fingers, his mouth, and his eyes.
When he finished, she leaned in and did the same with him. Mapping his face, remembering the feel of every plane of his face, the feel of the light stubble on his chin, the strength of his jaw, and those lips…those lips that were the most amazing lips she had ever seen in her whole life. She barely brushed his lips with hers, breathing with him with their mouths close together, both open, but not with their tongues, just breathing in each other’s breaths with their arms wrapped around each other and breathing as one…Amazing. Just amazing. Is the thought that was going through both of their minds.
Somehow that connection between them with their breath transferred itself to their whole bodies. With each breath they took, their bodies moved in concert; it was not choreographed, it wasn’t planned, it was organic and it stemmed from the connection of their breath, it was traveling from him into her, and then from her into him. They were connected by their breath but it was the strangest thing, it was as if their entire bodies were breathing, it was so surreal and neither of them dared speak or even shift no matter how small, because what was happening to them was more intense than even the sex had been.
Shannon could feel a tingling through her whole body that was like sexual energy, but they weren’t touching each other that way. Dean felt the same.
It wasn’t about physically touching each other in their private parts, it was something more, something deeper, somehow it was almost as though their souls were touching each other and they both had an overwhelming sense of unity and peace and oneness that staggered their imaginations.
They leaned back just enough that they could look at each other, but still enjoy the closeness.
How long they stayed like that, they had no idea. A few of the candles started to sputter out and the water had started to get cold, and they both started laughing at the same time.
“If we don’t get out of here soon, I think we’ll be wrinkled up prunes,” Dean told Shannon.
“I know. It just felt so good, feels so good. Let’s dry off and go into the other room. Okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” said Dean as he gave her a little kiss on the mouth. “Do you need any help getting up? We were sitting like that a long time.”
“I don’t think that my legs are asleep, but yeah, just brace me to be sure,” Shannon requested as she untangled herself from Dean and slid off his lap and stood up slowly, holding on to his shoulders for balance as he steadied her on her way up.
“I’ll get out and get the towels and then you can climb out too,” Shannon told Dean as she climbed out of the tub and stood on the rug and grabbed a huge, fluffy towel and wrapped it around herself.
She grabbed a second towel and turned back toward the tub in time to see Dean stand up and watched the water cascade down over his body in the flickering candlelight. The water loved him, it ran down his chest and over his washboard abs and his muscular thighs, and enhanced the golden glow of his skin with the freckles all over it. My god, Shannon thought, not for the first time, he is the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.
~0~0~
After drying off from their bath, Dean had held Shannon in his arms in the bathroom and pulled her in for long slow kisses.
“Hey, I was thinking, you had some fur covered massage mittens in that box, why don’t you lay on the bed and we can take turns rubbing them all over each other? I’ll go and get them,” Dean told Shannon as he remembered those mittens. In fact, if he remembered correctly, the mittens had fur on the palms on both of them, but they were reversible and there were two distinctly different nubby type textures on the reverse side of each glove from where the fur was.
He wasn’t sure, never having used anything like that before, but as sensitive and aware as their skin was after the lengthy bath that they had taken together, the combination of the fur and the textured portions of the mittens would probably drive them insane.
Dean could hardly wait to see how Shannon’s body reacted to the massage mittens.
He found exactly what he was looking for in the box and as he came back into her room saw her laid out on the bed, tan skin against the lighter colored sheets and her strawberry blonde hair fanned out to one side, opposite the direction she was facing.
He couldn’t help it. Dean’s breath caught in his chest. This woman could take his breath away like no other woman he had ever seen in his life. She was absolutely stunning, and for about ten more hours, she was his.
“Shannon, baby…you are gorgeous. Just beautiful. You ready for me to rub you with the mittens? I don’t think its real fur, but it feels really nice. I think you are gonna love it…so soft…all over you.”
“Oh Dean, yeah…I can’t wait to feel how soft they feel,” Shannon told him lazily in complete relaxation mode from the bath. “Go ahead. I’m ready.”
Shannon just lay on her stomach while Dean slid the fur mittens over her body, whispering to her and telling her how beautiful and responsive she is. Her body tingled with the lightness of his touch, until she felt something a little different, he had turned one of the gloves over and was leading with one of the nubby mittens following with one of the fur ones.
The contrasting sensations between the little nubs, then the softness was incredible, she could feel heat pooling in her belly and between her legs from being touched on her back and her ass and her legs. She wondered what it would feel like when she turned over and he started working on her front.
Dean could see by the shivers that were running through her body that the mittens were making Shannon tingle all over and he deliberately teased her again and again. One of the spots that had her whole body shaking was when he brushed the mittens up her inner thighs then up and over her butt cheeks.
He leaned in and nibbled on her neck while he was rubbing her and whispered to her, “Oh, baby, you are so hot like this. You like it? God, you are beautiful. Want to turn over? See how it feels on your front?”
Shannon had been melting into the bed under the touch of Dean’s hands in the mittens. She was so ready though to turn over and have him continue touching the rest of her body. “Okay. Yeah, I love it.”
Lying on her back, the first thing that Dean needed to do was to kiss her mouth open and slowly tangle their tongues into a kiss that felt like they were dancing. He was in no rush tonight. His idea from having read a book in the magic box was to stretch out the night as long as possible. Get them both in the zone and keep them there until just the right time, and then and only then would it be time to let go.
While he was still kissing her, he brought up the soft mitten and started rubbing around her breasts, but avoiding the nipples. Indirect contact had each nipple pebbling up in anticipation of the touch that he withheld in favor of continuing to tease her.
Their kissing took on some of the earlier breathiness that they had shared in their bath. And Dean kept stimulating her with the softest touches. The experience was like a sharing, but with reciprocity. While he gave, she opened herself up to receive. He didn’t want or demand anything in return. For him, at this point it was about giving, and that was where the joy was coming from.
Breaking off the kiss, Dean moved down her body and lightly touched each and every part of her with the softness of the mittens. He ran them along the soles of her feet, and up her legs and inner thighs and around and up her hips to her belly, then over her breasts again and her long exposed throat and even her face.
The whole time he whispered words to her that made her feel beautiful and cherished.
She had her eyes half open and just reveled in the experience of receiving something so extraordinary from this man. Funny, that when they were in the tub a short while ago, she was afraid that he would pull back from her and close himself off. How wrong she was. She was amazed at how much he had opened himself up to her and how giving he was of himself.
Laying on the bed relaxed and enjoying the touch and the endearments he was whispering to her had her feel such an energy inside her, but it was somehow connected to the energy radiating from him.
He switched tactics at this point. “Wanna try the other side of the gloves on you. Okay?”
“Mmm Hmm. Okay,” she agreed.
He repeated the process on her front that he had done on her back. He used one of the nubby mittens to make her body tingle to the point of goose bumps in the very warm room and then the soft side to soothe her skin.
“Oh my god. This feels so good. You have no idea,” she told him.
“Yeah, I think that I do,” Dean told her. “You know Shannon, I read one of the books in that box and it suggested a lot of what we have been doing. It said that being close and touching and breathing and kissing but not orgasming until after hours of foreplay made it incredible when you actually come, together. That has kind of been on my mind. Do you want to try that? See if they were right?”
“Wow. Seriously? Was that the part about tantric sex? I am totally up for that. So far this has been fantastic. Let’s see how far we can take it,” she agreed.
They talked for a few more minutes about touching and how to communicate to the other person when they were just on the verge of coming so that they could stop and back down a notch before starting up again.
“Okay. Your turn. Do you want me to rub you with the mittens too?”
“Maybe later. Wanna see how close I can get you before you tell me to stop. Then you can do the same to me. What do you think?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
“I think that sounds great,” she agreed.
They spent the next several hours doing just that. They did everything from kissing each other all over, long slow penetrating sex till Dean would have to stop himself in her body, enveloping his hard shaft and not move a muscle lest either of them come, lying there like that until they both got themselves under control again.
Shannon, not to be outdone, took her turn on top too. She rode Dean’s cock until he was so close. She almost didn’t stop in time, he’d had to grab the base of his cock hard and pinch off the impending orgasm.
They took turns watching each other masturbate just to the point of orgasm, and then the other would take their turn. They mutually masturbated at the same time, and then took turns touching each other in the ways that they knew the other would respond to.
But, every time they would stop short of orgasm.
And, all through it, they kept gazing at each other and telling each other how hot they looked, or how beautiful, or how much watching was turning them on.
At this point, they had spent several hours in the zone of full arousal and delayed orgasm. They were each just humming with this sexual energy that was circulating through their bodies. It was as though by withholding the release and the watching and the talking was fusing their own bodies with their brains and re-charging and intensifying the orgasmic feelings running through their bodies so each time they got to the edge, it was more intense than the time before.
The escalation of sexual energy was incredible, and in addition to their own mind and body unification, it was intensified to the largest degree by sharing the experience with each other. Their orgasmic energies were circulating through their whole beings and mirrored in each other.
Dean lay on the bed and pulled Shannon on top of him and slid himself inside of her wetness. He encouraged her to ride his cock and pull herself off almost completely and impale herself on him again and again.
This time when they were both close, they stopped and Dean rolled her over until she was on her back, with his cock still inside her but not moving. They lay like that for some time.
Dean kissed Shannon and finally started moving within her so slowly but steadily increasing his tempo, but still not rushed or aggressive. More of a moving in her, but with the timing of her breath.
“Shannon. Baby, are you ready? Wanna come this time? You feel so good, but this time I don’t want to stop. Don’t think I can handle stopping even one more time. Baby, I want to make love to you until we are coming together and my come fills you up and I can keep sliding my cock around inside of you until we can’t take any more,” Dean asked Shannon. Then repeated after a pause, “Wanna come this time?”
“God yes. Please…make love to me like that. Want us to come together…I don’t want to wait anymore either, just want you Dean. Just want you,” she told him lifting her hips to meet his thrust.
And they did make love, but at a pace that built the fire up inside of them slowly but consistently, moving with each other, kissing, and whispering sweet endearments to each other, telling each other how good the other was making them feel, how it had never been like that before, and as they kept climbing toward their orgasms together, it wasn’t how it had ever been before, for either of them and they knew it.
“Shannon, I am so close. Baby, I need you there with me. You getting there, baby? Come on…come on.”
She had her hand between their bodies and was meeting every move he made and whispered back into his mouth, “Yeah, I’m close too. Don’t stop…please don’t stop...feels so good like this…you feel so good…come on, come on…I am so close…oh my god, feels so good,” she panted almost incoherently, but it wasn’t the words that Dean was listening to so much as his body was listening to her body, and they did it, they reached the peak together.
Dean’s orgasm from having been delayed for hours was the longest most intense orgasm that he had ever had in his whole life. It felt like it was going on and on and it felt a little like dying and being reborn all at the same time.
The little death is what they refer to a woman’s orgasm as. And, Shannon totally got that with her release right there with Dean. She almost stopped breathing for the initial moment of ecstasy after being strung so tight for so long, and with Dean inside of her coming and coming, yet still slowly sliding his cock in and out of her, while she touched herself, was absolutely amazing and mind blowing and every other adjective that she could think of.
There were not enough words in the world to describe the feelings that they felt physically, but more importantly, emotionally. In casual sex, orgasms happen between the legs. This was not casual sex. Not at all. What had happened here was so much between the ears, but manifested in the most intense orgasms that either of them had ever had.
She didn’t actually cry as much as tears started running down the outside of her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.
Dean saw the tears and was instantly alarmed, “Shannon, baby…you okay?”
“Okay? No? Yes? I don’t know. I’m just overwhelmed is all. I just don’t have any words, Dean, for how perfect that was. I’m not crying, it’s just my body reacting to that, what just happened. You know?” she asked him as she looked up into his face as he had braced himself on his forearms looking down at her with concern.
And hearing that she was okay and that if anything they were tears of joy brought a slow and intimate smile to his face.
“Yeah, I do know what you mean. I’ve never, ever experienced anything like that. Didn’t even know that was possible,” Dean said as he leaned in and kissed her on the tip of the nose, then slid out of her and lay on his side with one arm thrown over her protectively.
Shannon leaned up and pulled the covers up over them and then scooted as close to Dean as she could get. They were both just about overcome with the intensity of their orgasms and sleep came on them quickly. They stayed wrapped around each other until her alarm clock went off at six o’clock in the morning.
It was funny, thought Dean. He had to leave in an hour and if this had been any other girl he’d have wanted to try and have sex with her one more time. But this wasn’t any other girl - this was Shannon and she was different.
What he wanted was to lay there cuddling her for as long as he could, but they both knew they needed to get up.
The day of reckoning had come. How in the world had a weekend of no-strings-attached sex turn into this? Neither of them had any idea, but they also were adults and knew the score going in. It’s just that the idea that it could be anything more than just sex hadn’t occurred to them.
Now is when Dean’s protective shell started to reappear. He couldn’t help it, his feelings had been so close to the surface and he needed to get under control, his brother would be there in less than an hour to pick him up.
He gave Shannon a quick kiss and got out of bed and asked if she minded him taking a shower before he got dressed. She understood; she knew what was going on in his head and determined to not make it any harder for either of them. She told him to go right ahead and she would have some coffee ready when he got done showering and dressing.
Dean came out a little while later and they sat quietly in her kitchen, each in their own thoughts drinking coffee.
Neither of them dared to speak, really because it was too much; it had been such a short time together, but like a lifetime really. They were both afraid and didn’t want to make it any harder than they both realized that it was going to be.
Just before seven o’clock Dean stood up and placed his coffee cup in the sink and came over and lifted Shannon to her feet and pulled her in for one last hug. She followed him to her front entryway, and neither of them had said a word.
Dean heard the Impala pull up in front of her house, and picked up his bag and put his hand on the door.
Dean actually started to turn the knob, but stopped and set his bag down and turned back to Shannon who was standing behind him. He slowly raised his hands to her face, cradling it and after looking at her for an extended moment, leaned down and brought his mouth to hers. He took one last opportunity to make love to her with just his mouth. He gave her the slowest, sweetest kiss and then stood up tall and dropped his hands.
Dean picked his bag up again, and this time when he put his hand on the door, he turned the knob. After taking one last glance at her standing there with tears streaming silently down her face, he turned away, squared his shoulders and without looking back started toward the Impala that was parked at the curb with Sam leaning on it waiting for him.
Dean Winchester had closed doors in his past representing different avenues that his life might have taken. But the most difficult door that he had ever closed was the door to Shannon’s house.
All Dean could think about was how much closing that door had hurt and that he felt as though he had been shot through the heart.
~0~0~
Sam stood leaning against the Impala and watched as Dean glanced one last time at the woman standing just inside. His brother closed the door and paused, squaring his shoulders and turned toward him to begin walking toward the car.
By the time that Dean reached him he had his sunglasses on but didn’t quite have his game face on. Sam thought he knew what was going on in Dean’s head. If he’d ever willingly had to walk away from Jessica he didn’t think he’d have been able to do it.
Sam pushed himself away from the car and walked to the trunk in time to meet Dean. He opened the trunk, his brother put his bag inside and before Sam closed the trunk he asked Dean, “You okay? Want me to drive?”
“Yeah, why don’t you drive. That would be good.
~0~0~
A hundred miles down the road on the way to Bobby’s house and Dean still hadn’t said a word other than asking Sam to drive.
Sam didn’t push it. He had to wait until Dean was ready or even capable of speaking. Dean’s body language showed Sam everything. Dean was closer to breaking right then than any other moment that Sam could remember.
Shannon was a beautiful girl and had shown them both such kindness, but yesterday while BBQ’ing he had noticed the way they touched, and smiled and looked at each other in a way that he and Jess had before she’d died.
As crazy as it seemed, Dean and Shannon had fallen in love this weekend, and walking away from her was just about to kill his brother.
So Sam stayed silent, not willing to push Dean until he broke…giving him all of the time that he needed.
~0~0~
Another hundred miles passed and finally Dean spoke to him.
“Sam, she was the perfect girl, but I can’t ever do anything like that again. It was still worth it, and I’m not sorry that it happened.” Dean paused then and finished, “But it was too much…Too hard to walk away from.”
All Sam could do was say, “Yeah. I know,” and be there to pick up the pieces, because all they really had with this life of theirs was each other.
~Fin~
