Jenna lay in bed staring at the ceiling. How she had the strength to tell Dean to wait, she didn't know. The moment he kissed her everything felt right again. She'd missed him more than she realized.

As she drifted off to sleep an image of John's smiling face crossed her mind, and she smiled. The grief no longer stopped her from enjoying John's memory. She welcomed it now. But John's face morphed into Dean's and she sat up. Guilt rose up like a knot in her stomach. Was this how he felt when they started? Was this the way he felt like he was cheating on Mary? She ran her hands over her face. John told her to move on. She couldn't let guilt get the better of her. As tragic as John's death was, he prepared her as best as he could. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her, but he wanted her to love again.

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She got up and opened the door. Before she could say anything, Dean grabbed her face and pulled her into a hard kiss. She whimpered, but grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and kissed him back. He backed her into the room and closed the door without pulling away. When his hands roamed down to her hips, Jenna turned her head to catch her breath.

"Dean..."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I know you said we should wait, but I was lying there thinking about you and... there's nothing in our way now."

"Dean-"

"If you wanna wait, we'll wait, but I think we've waited long enough."

He pulled her closer, but made no other move to urge her. Jenna ran her fingers over his jaw and trailed them down his neck.

"Why did you have to be so easy to love?" she whispered.

Dean smiled. "It's that Winchester charm."

"You're not kidding."

She trailed her hands down his chest, and he tensed under her touch. When they made eye contact again, Jenna kissed him, giving him all the encouragement he needed. He lifted her into his arms and lay her on the bed.

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

"I missed you, too."

Dean kissed down her neck as his hand slid under her shirt. She buried her fingers in his hair and lifted her leg over his hip. Dean buried his face in her neck.

"Damn, sweetheart. You drive me crazy. Always have."

The term of endearment almost stopped Jenna in her tracks. She pulled Dean's face from her neck and stared at him.

"What?" he said.

She shook her head. "I just want to look at you."

Dean smiled. "Makes it hard to kiss you."

"That's okay. I just need to see your face for a minute."

His eyes searched hers. "You okay?"

"I'm good."

He brushed his thumb over her rib cage.

"You still wanna do this?"

Jenna lifted her head and kissed him, making him grunt. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, and Jenna did the same. As Dean lay her back again, he kissed down her neck and across her collar bone. Jenna ran her fingers along his waist at the edge of his pants.

Part of Jenna wanted to get Dean out of his clothes, but it was overruled by the part of her enjoying Dean's mouth. She knew he was a good kisser, but as his lips caressed the flesh along the cup of her bra, she realized just how talented he was. She wasn't ready for him to stop.

The clothes came off, piece by piece, and Dean lifted Jenna's leg over his hip as he pushed into her. She moaned as their bodies connected, and Dean's lips were back on her neck.

They moved together in perfect sync. Jenna trembled, and Dean slowed his pace. He kissed to her ear, and whispered.

"Better than I ever imagined... and I imagined a lot."

Jenna just whimpered, and it made Dean smile. He looked into her eyes, and she caressed his face.

"Did you think about me at all?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" he said with a thrust of his hips.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Good."

He kissed her again as he picked up his pace, until they were both trembling. Dean rolled onto his side and wrapped Jenna in his arms. Their legs tangled together.

"I knew we would be great," Dean said.

The next morning, Jenna woke first. She buried her face in Dean's neck and pressed her lips to him. He shifted, and Jenna ran her tongue over his skin, making him moan.

"Good morning," she said.

"Morning."

He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back from her face.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"I'm great. Haven't slept that good in months. I did get to do something thinking before I fell asleep."

"Hmmm... if you could think straight I didn't do my job."

Jenna laughed, but shoved at his chest.

"Shut up. I'm being serious."

"So am I."

"Dean... I was thinking of what to do next."

"We hit the road."

"Do we?"

"What else is there?"

"We can't just ignore what went wrong between us."

"Dad went wrong."

"No, I went wrong. I let myself fall for two amazing men, and people got hurt."

"You said Dad was okay with it."

"I'm talking about you and me."

Dean ran his hand along her arm.

"None of it's that simple," he said.

"I know. That's why we need time... and some space. That was why I said we should wait. I'm still not over John."

"Will you ever really be?"

"Probably not. But it's still so fresh."

"Yeah."

"So many things still make me think of him. Even some of the things you were doing while-"

"Stop. Let's not go down that road. I've really tried not to think about you and him that way."

"Sorry. I know it's weird."

"Not if I don't think about it."

"The point is, I want to be with you... but I need to work some things out. I need to get to a point where it's me and you. Not me, you, and John's memory."

"So, what, we forget last night happened?"

"Not on your life. Last night was amazing. I just think I should stay with Bobby a while longer."

Dean groaned and sat up. "Are you serious?"

"Very. It's not like we'd be alone on the road every night, anyway."

"No, but we'd be together." Dean lay back down and laced his fingers with Jenna's. "You know what I miss more than anything? Sitting with you and not talking. Just having you next to me was..."

"It was nice. Comfortable."

"I want that back."

"I do, too. I just need a little more time. I'm sorry."

Dean sighed and kissed the back of her hand. "Don't be sorry." He kissed her and pulled back with a contented hum. "I guess the bright side is you'll be safe here. And I'll always know where to find you."

Jenna smiled. "I like that."

Sam couldn't hide his surprise over breakfast, but he made no comment. With everything talked out, the tension between Dean and Jenna was gone.

They stood in the doorway saying goodbye. Sam was already out by the car. Dean had his duffle in one hand, and held Jenna's hand in the other.

"Call me tonight," she said. "If you can."

"I will." Dean smiled. "Don't go falling for someone else while I'm gone. I promise you, I won't be okay with it."

"Are you kidding? You think someone can top a Winchester?"

Dean's smile grew wider.

"Face it," she said. "You're stuck with me."

Sam called out from the car, and Dean yelled back.

"I'll call you tonight. I promise. And I'll be back in a few weeks, come hell or high water."

"I love you, Dean Winchester."

He searched her eyes for a moment before placing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Ditto."