"Maybe I should see if I could go find him?" Sam asked, breaking the silence they were holding.

Bree just shook her head before locking eyes with her best friend. "Why Sam? If he wanted to be found he wouldn't have left in the first place." She grabbed her glass and took another sip of the amber liquid and under any other circumstance she would have probably already cut herself off. However, it wasn't a regular evening.

Sam shrugged, downed the rest of his whiskey, and stood up. He walked to the door and grabbed his coat.

"What are you doing?" Bree mumbled from her spot on the couch.

"I'm going to at least drive around and see if I can spot the Impala, I can't sit here anymore." He paused

and looked back at Bree. "Maybe you should call it a night; I'll be back shortly one way or another."

Bree contemplated it and told Sam that she would go to bed soon, and told him good luck on finding his asshole brother. Once Sam had shut the door behind him she sighed and poured herself another drink. She knew she couldn't go to bed without even knowing where Dean was, or what trouble he could be starting with some innocent guy at a bar. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. How did she end up here? In love with a stubborn jackass who has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders? With another gulp of her beverage she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Trying to find anything to make herself forget about what was going on even for a moment. The next hour was filled with more liquor and stumbling through channels trying to find anything to watch while fighting sleep. But in the end, sleepiness won.

-IOH-

"Another," Dean demanded to the guy behind the bar.

The bartender just nodded and filled up Dean's shot glass. He quickly downed it, slamming it down. One hand was on the glass, and the other was balled up in his lap until the knuckles turned white.

"I don't mean to pry pal, but you look like you need'n to get something off your chest?" The older gentleman asked nicely.

Dean opened his mouth to rip this guy a new one but he looked up at him and something just happened. Dean couldn't help the words from flowing out. "I just don't know what to do anymore man! It's like I can't ever do anything right, I try and I try but I seem to always hurt her." Dean didn't even mean to bring her up, this whole evening he'd been trying to keep his mind anywhere but her.

"Hm, so it's girl trouble huh?" It wasn't a real question.

"It's more than that, but it just seemed like whatever I think is best isn't good for us? You know? Then my dad shows up, asks a huge favor of me, and acts disappointed in me because I've found someone. Can you believe it?" He chuckled darkly, and then tapped the shot glass asking for another.

"How about we move to beer, huh?" He slid a bottled beer over to Dean and grinned. "So, let me guess you tried to somehow justify leaving her? Think it would make things easier in the long run?"

Dean was in the middle of taking a big swig of his beer then he pulled it from his lips slowly and stared at this guy then shook his head letting him know he was right. "I'm Dean by the way."

"Name's James, son." He grabbed a previously cleaned mug and started to polish it. "I don't know your situation but you seem like a good enough guy that just happens to try please everyone but yourself. And I may not know much, but I know if you found a lady that loves you unconditionally you may need to just keep fighting for it. If she is really something you want."

Dean turned up his beer bottle finishing it off. "Alright," he stood grabbed his wallet, and placed a handful of money to cover the tab and the advice.

"Thanks," Dean said while shaking the man's hand.

He gave Dean a firm shake back. "Anytime, that's what I'm here for."

Dean nodded then headed out of the empty bar, climbed into Baby and knew exactly what he needed to do.

-IOH-

"Baby?" Dean said softly while brushing Bree's cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for her to take in her surroundings. She must have fallen asleep on the couch, still with the remote in one hand and whiskey in the other. With the rumble of the TV filling her ears she glanced up but she didn't see the TV. Dean. He was leaned over, almost right in her face. He was bent at the waist, and the hand that was on her left cheek slowly grabbing the half drank glass of whiskey and sitting it on the coffee table. He proceeded to grab the remote and do that same thing with it after clicking it off. She just sat there watching him move methodically and softly; the only light was a mixture of the moon beaming through the curtains, and the outside street lights. Waiting on him to speak, to tell her that he is really leaving, she was preparing herself for the worst. The alcohol still very present in her system was making it hard for her wild thoughts to not take over. She felt tears welling in her eyes. She couldn't help her eyes from drifting downwards avoiding his gaze.

He noticed her avoid him and it made him feel even worse than before. He had left before because he knew he didn't handle her being upset very well. And to be honest this was breaking his heart. Watching her sad eyes fill with tears, her not saying anything. It wasn't her and he'd be damned before he let the reason of her unhappiness be him. Dean used his index finger of his right hand under her chin to bring her eyes to his. One small tear fell down her cheek at that moment and she couldn't bare the silence anymore.

"This is it, isn't it? You're leaving me," she attempted to sound strong but one small jump in her vocal chords gave that away.

Dean gave her a small smile which surprised her more than it should have. "No baby. That is, if you accept my apology and forgive me for being such a jerk before. I'm sorry for leaving, for talking about everything in the way I did," he sighed and brushed her tear away. "I guess I'm just so used to dropping everyone and everything when my dad says so. I just assumed I could do it again."

He grabbed her hands that were interlocked in her lap and dropped to his knees so he would be almost eye level with her. "But I can't do it again, I won't do it again. I'm not saying I won't help my dad, but I'm saying no matter what as long as you love me and want me around I'm going to be here. With you, until you get sick of me." He shot her a little bit bigger of a smile and she couldn't help but give him a small chuckle back.

"What do you say baby?" Dean was appearing very confident but on the inside he was so worried that maybe he pushed her a little too much and this could be the moment she decides she wanted nothing else to do with him.

"Will you start talking to me more? I feel like you've been trying to push me away for some time now. You hold everything in and bottle yourself up. I'm here for you." Bree took this moment to interlock her fingers with his. Her eyes constantly moving between his green ones and even in the dark she could see the small golden flecks in her eyes and she couldn't help but give him a smile. "I may not enjoy it too much when you do things like this, but I was the one that fell in love with a hotheaded hunter. I can't blame you for being devoted to your dad, and I won't ask you not to do whatever you think is best."

"I won't do anything before talking to you about it," he added for her and he gave her the first full smile she had seen from him in quite some time.

He leaned in and gave her a small chaste kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry."

"I know." Bree closed the distance and gave him another kiss, this one a little more open mouthed but he tried to pull himself away before it got too far.

She looked at him then grabbed him behind the neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Bree wanted him, in more ways than one. She felt at peace with him, more than she had felt in a while and she missed him. Missed them making love and honestly she needed it.

"Love me, Dean." Her voice changed and Dean was about to say that he does then he saw the look on her face and understood that she meant something else entirely.

Now that he was thinking about it, well, it had been a while and between her voice and the look on her face he couldn't help himself.

Dean's lips crashed to hers and she couldn't help but moan a little at the feel of his slightly chapped lips against hers. There was more passion behind the kiss than she had imagined there would be and it excited her from deep within. There was tongue and teeth clanking.. Along with them each grasping for each other with desperation and want. It wasn't perfect but it felt beyond perfect. Bree started tugging at Dean's shirt as they both heard someone fumbling with keys outside of the door.

Bree stood quickly, "It's Sam, he went out looking for you. Room now.. he'll get the idea." She was out of breath but she knew if Sam got started in on Dean this wouldn't happen and she couldn't let that happen. Before she could prepare herself Dean scooped her up as he was standing from his place on his knees and she couldn't help but giggle. He carried her to their room bridal style and slammed the door behind him just as Sam made it in the house. He sat her down onto her feet before turning back around to lock the door behind him. When he turned back around there she was, smiling and staring at him with a look he loved to see on her, she needed him and only him. He took a couple steps closing the distance between them and kissing her again. This time a bit softer than before and he lovingly placed his hands on her waist, kneading the soft flesh there before slowly working his hands under her top and continuing the motions on her bare skin.

Dean was killing her, with his soft kisses and small caresses. Normally she loved it but now it seemed to just be shy of what she wanted. She pulled back from him and looked him in the eye.

"Dean, I need you." She sounded needy and her voice was raspy from the kissing but she didn't care.

"I know baby.. I need you too." And he slowly leaned back in capturing her lips.

His tongue brushed against her bottom lip and she eagerly let him in again and this time she grabbed the front of his over shirt before hurriedly opening the shirt, thanking god that they were snaps. She slid the shirt down his arms and relished in the feel of him only in a thin gray shirt. She started pushing it up while simultaneously working them back towards the bed. He broke the kiss and smiled against her lips.

Without pulling himself away he mumbled, "I got you.." And he pulled back to take the shirt all the way off. She admired him momentarily before taking this moment to rid herself of some clothes. She pulled her shirt over her heard quickly then unsnapped the bra and let it fall to the ground. Leaving her in a pair of blue jean shorts and Dean in his jeans and boots. He noticed how wrecked she appeared to be and he loved it. He toed off his boots before undoing his belt and jeans. Letting them fall around his ankles before stepping out of them. He sat on the edge of the bed to pull his socks off and threw them to the side. She unbuttoned her shorts and he shook his head telling her no and she stopped.

He knew that she enjoyed it when he took charge and based on the chill that ran through her at him just telling her no without even speaking he smirked at her. He patted the bed and she sat beside him. Before she could do much else he laid his upper half on her and moaned at the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. He proceeded to kiss her on her neck just above her collarbone and all the way up to her earlobe, steadily sucking and biting before running his tongue gently along her. He was driving her mad, he knew exactly what she liked and she didn't know how much longer she could bare it.

"Dean.." She half whined, half moaned. He stopped his movements all together and she jutted her hips upwards hoping he would get the idea. He trailed one hand down her side, drawing goose bumps from her only stopping when he got to her waist, where he held her down and looked up at her.

"Be still." And she shuddered at his voice, she couldn't do this. Not tonight, not when she needed him so badly. Dean didn't care, he wanted to make this last. Wanted this to be a night she never forgot.

She nodded and he smiled at her before continuing his assault on her neck. He slowly moved his way down and down until he was between her breasts kissing and teasing her with fingertips. Never touching her nipples, he was loving the small gasps she kept making and how she would move involuntarily and immediately adjust herself to stop moving. He felt like she had enough so he moved his mouth left and his right hand to the right. His tongue finally teasing her nipple while his finger tips lightly touched the other one.

Bree almost couldn't believe the moan that left her mouth at such a small touch but all of the over stimulation without any real touching was pushing her to a place she rarely went. Dean took his time alternating between breasts, kissing and sucking. Then nibbling every so often just to draw a heavy moan out of her. Once he felt satisfied he worked his was down her stomach placing small kisses and stopped just before her open shorts. She hadn't realized her eyes were squeezed shut but once he stopped she opened them and shook the blurriness away to look at what he was doing. He was laying there grinning, waiting on her to look at him and once she did he hooked his fingers into her shorts and panties at the same time and slowly pulled them from her and tossed them to the side. She laid there, naked and with her legs tight together not moving.

"Open up for me. You've been so good, I want you to spread those legs as wide as you can for me." Dean stood, and she was wide eyed but she obeyed.

Since she was at the foot of the bed still he pulled her to where her ass was right on the edge then she spread her legs, using the bed to place her feet just adding her hands to the inside of her thighs doing just as he said.

Dean let out a growl at the sight of her, he could even see some of her wetness leaking from her. He reached one finger towards her hole and slowly put it inside. Bree swore her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she felt ridiculous at doing so from just one finger but it felt so good to finally have something of Dean's finally inside of her.

"God baby.. you're so wet." Dean moaned at the feeling of her and before letting her adjust he dropped to his knees and buried himself into her and she may have let out a scream she wasn't sure. All she knew was he was assaulting her clit with that beautiful tongue of his while the finger inside of her never moved. And she felt herself getting close, so close. She just needed a little more.

"Dean.. Please." She said between moans.

He pulled back from her and wiped his face with the back of his free hand. "What do you want baby? Look at me." She willed herself to move onto her elbows to make eye contact with him. He didn't start moving the finger but he used his thumb to steadily stimulate her clit and it was making her feel that familiar feeling again.

"You know what I want Dean." She moaned and closed her eyes again.

Dean stopped and pulled his finger all the way out. She cried out at the sudden loss. "Look at me. Tell me what you want." It was an order and she shuddered from underneath him. He placed his hand on her waist waiting.

She made eye contact with him and became bold, "I want to cum Dean, please."

Without skipping a beat Dean pushed two fingers into her and continued licking and sucking at her while his fingers never relented from their punishing speed and within seconds she came undone. Moaning his name over and over only his steady slow licks pulling her back down to Earth.

"Wow.." She said in a barely audible voice.

"We're just getting started." Dean stood and she looked at his lust blown eyes, noticing the shine on his lower face from her juices and it started her back up. He pulled his boxers down and slowly started to stroke himself using her juices as a bit of lubricant. She smiled at the sight loving the sight of him in all of his glory.

Dean grabbed her under her arms and threw her up the bed and Bree couldn't help the giggle that escaped along with a high pitched "Dean!" but before she could even finish his name Dean's mouth was on hers and she could taste herself faintly. It didn't phase her as much as it renewed her want for him again. Caught up in the kiss, Bree's hands were running up and down his strong back and down to his firm ass just enjoying him on top of her. The only thing taking her out of the moment was went Dean used his right hand on to start rubbing his erection on her fold and she let out a louder moan than anticipated into the kiss.

Dean pulled back and looked at her, both of their lips slightly red for the kissing along with almost matching small smiles. "Are you ready for me baby?" Dean slid the tip in just enough to make her want more.

"Yes.. Please." She whispered.

"Please what?" Dean pulled himself out and then slowly put just the tip in again.

Bree was about to lose it and she couldn't understand how he was being so calm about everything. She decided she had enough.

"Fuck me Dean." She looked him dead in the eye when she said it and it was all he needed.

An animalistic growl left Dean and he slammed himself into her at once, her wetness allowing him to slide in easily.

"Yes!" She yelled in a foreign sounding voice but she didn't care.

Dean pulled out and slammed back in, hard. And then out again only to slam into her again even harder. Dean could barely handle the noise she was making. Between saying his name quietly and the moans it was almost too much, add onto that the expletives leaving her mouth and the contorted, yet sexy face she was making.. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

So Dean slid up to his knees and pulled her too him, angling her ass in the air to allow himself to go deeper than before. One hand on her hip holding her in place and the other starting working on her clit as he pounded into her over and over. Bree didn't know she could be so close to finishing again but man, was she. She opened her eyes to see if maybe Dean was close as well and she was greeted with his eyes staring intently at her face. If they were mid-sex they way he was looking at her would definitely make her blush to say the least.

She never broke eye constant, "Cum with me, Dean.. Make me cum for you." And it set of a series of actions that she had hoped.

Dean's pace picked up and the way he was slammed into that spot deep within her along with his talented fingers sent her overboard, she came with a yell of Dean's name. Her orgasm making her walls clench around his member and her yelling his name sent him along with her. His rhythm faltered and he barely was able to keep pumping her through her orgasm because his was so intense. He slowed and finally stopped once she seemed to start recovering. He chanced a glance at her and she had a look of pure satisfaction along with sleepiness. He pulled out carefully and landed flat on his back beside her. It took a while for both of their breaths to go back to normal but once Bree was a little closer to breathing normal she rolled onto her side where Dean put his arm under her as she curled into his side relishing in his scent.

"I love you.." Dean said in just above a whisper as he brushed his hand up and down the arm that was splayed across his chest.

She smiled to herself at his confession, something he rarely does. She raised her head to look at him one more time. "I love you." And she gave him a small and sweet kiss before laying back down and making herself comfortable. Dean adjusted them so the blankets were around them and with one small kiss to the top of her head he fell asleep within seconds and Bree was quick to follow.