-- Now you guys don't think I'd put you through all that without something to look forward to would ya? Ok, a personal tip of mine, if you can find any way shape or form to listen to Def Leopard's Pour Some Sugar on me while reading this chapter I highly recommend it. Play it when you read the words she's asleep. Trust me, makes it much more enjoyable. This is definitely for my fellow Dean Lover's but Sammy girls are welcome for the ride!--

11

"Who's my baby girl?" Caity giggled. "Who's my baby girl?" Dean said again, holding Caity above his head. "There's my baby girl!" Caity squirmed in her pink long-sleeved onsie, the feet closed off around her own. Dean grinned at her. She smiled back, her dimples deep in her cheeks, just like her Mommy's. "Man you are gonna grow up to be the hottest chick alive. And the first guy to touch you is dead," He said in a baby talk voice, still smiling. "Yes they are, yes they are."

Lauren was leaning on the bathroom door frame, grinning. She cleared her throat. Dean looked at her and his smile changed to meekness.

"She's supposed to be going to bed Dean," Lauren said sternly. Dean brought Caity down into his arms and cradled her against his stomach. She reached up and grabbed the small bronze piece dangling around his neck.

"Sorry," Dean said. "In all fairness she started it." Lauren rolled her eyes.

"Yeah sure." She walked over and grabbed Caitlyn from her father and laid her down in the playpen. Caitlyn stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes, exhausted. Dean stared at his sleeping daughter. She was so beautiful, and besides her eyes and her hair she looked just like her Mom.

"She's gorgeous," He whispered. Lauren nodded.

"Those eyes of hers are gonna kill me." She said. Dean laughed softly and looked down. Lauren laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Dean leaned over her and smiled. "What?" Lauren asked. Dean leaned down and started kissing her neck. Lauren closed her eyes and put her hands on his back. Dean took off the long-sleeved shirt he had on over his T-shirt and tossed it behind him. He moved to the other side of her neck and she pushed him back.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" She whispered harshly. "What are you doing Caitlyn's right there!" Dean shrugged and started kissing her again.

"She's," Kiss. "Asleep." Lauren pushed him back again.

"She could wake up!" She said.

"Then," Kiss. "We'll go," Kiss. "In the shower." Kiss.

"She could still wake up." Lauren said pointedly, noticing the small grin on his face.

"Baby," Kiss. "Monitor." Dean defended. Kiss. Lauren couldn't argue there. She sat up and pulled away from Dean, who frowned. She grabbed the baby monitor and the front of his belt and pulled him toward the bathroom.

She almost threw the baby monitor onto the counter and turned on the shower.

Dean pulled her back over to him and kissed her deeply. He pulled her shirt up and over her head. She grabbed the hem of his and ripped it up and off of him. He started kissing her neck again and undid the clasp of her bra. Her hands found his belt and pulled it off through the loops.

Lauren started kissing his neck and he sighed. They each unbuttoned and unzipped each other's jeans and shimmed them off. Dean's hands moved to her waist, toying with the waistband of her underwear. Lauren felt goosebumps rise up her arms. She kissed his lips and moved her hands to the top of his boxers. His breath quickened.

He pulled away from her and looked at her. Not his normal "I Love You" look but the "Come and Get Me Now" look. Lauren gulped and kissed him again, slowly pulling his boxers off of his waist. She felt her own underwear start to slide off as well.

She took a step back and was in the shower (it was one of those one's without a tub) and pulled him with her. Water ran down her hair and back, soaking her slowly. Dean was right in front of her, pressing against her. The warm water started to run over him as well, but he wasn't paying attention to the water. She bit her lip when he kissed her neck again, knowing full and well by tomorrow morning she would have a hickey.

"Mmh." She sighed. His soft, gentle hands danced up and down her back. She kissed his neck, her hand going from his neck up to his hair and holding on. Her other hand went up and down his back, barely touching it, causing him to shiver. She kissed behind his ear.

"Uhh," He moaned. She nipped at his ear and he shivered again. She was softly kissing his ear and his grip tightened on her back. "God…" He winced and pulled away from her. He moved is lips to her neck and bit her.

"Dean!" Lauren breathed, surprised. Dean had never bit back before. It was gentle, but passionate, like always. He pulled away from her and looked at her.

Did I do something wrong? Was what his face said. Lauren shook her head.

"No," She said, breathing hard. "I like it." Dean grinned and bit her again. Her grip tightened on his hair. "Mm, Dean." She pushed him back against the back wall of the shower and bit him herself.

"Oh…Baby." The words that fell over his lips were practically soaked in pleasure. Water ran over his chiseled body and onto her, and visa versa. He ran his fingers through her hair. She moved from his neck to his lips. He pulled away from her slightly. His lips grazed hers softly, teasing her.

Lauren barely knew she was still on planet Earth. She felt like she could fly if she wanted to. Her heart pounded in her chest. This anticipation was killing her, and him barely kissing her was making it worse.

He smirked the "I'm Driving You Nuts and I know It" smirk but only for a brief second. He went right back to what he was doing. Lauren couldn't take it anymore and forced her lips against his. A silent way of telling him he'd won in the temptation department.

Suddenly he grabbed her waist and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his own waist and he turned around, pressing her back to the shower wall. She felt him go inside her and thrust his hips forward.

"Uh!" Lauren cried. Her legs tightened around his waist when he did it again, hitting her hot spot in a second. Their lips clashed together rapidly, as if fighting for control but no one was winning. He drove into her again and quickened his pace.

"Oh, Lauren," Dean moaned. "Oh God."

"Baby." Lauren breathed. Dean slowed down, holding himself back. "Ohuh."

More fighting between their lips. Dean's hand was supporting her thighs, which was a good thing because there was no way she'd be able to do it herself. This was one thing Dean Winchester could never do wrong. Their muscles tightened as friction built, the water becoming hotter as they did. Dean sped back up again and Lauren could feel it coming.

"Oh, yes," Dean breathed. "God yes."

"Uhuh, Dean!" Lauren moaned. She bit her lip, her fist in a vice on his hair. Faster, faster. The world seemed to stop spinning, nothing else existed. The faster they went the slower time seemed to be. "Oh God!" Lauren gasped and shuddered. Dean drove into her one more time and groaned himself. He let her legs go and her feet were back on the shower floor, though she could barely stand. They stared at each other for a moment, breath heavy. Lauren was leaning against the wall and Dean was leaning on her, his arm above her head on the wall.

Without looking Dean pushed the shower handle down and it turned off. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, she kissed him back. Abruptly his arm went under her legs and he hoisted her up, her calves and feet hanging over his arm, her torso against his chest. She giggled. Not a word was said beyond that, no eye contact broken. He kissed her again and didn't have to look where he was going.

The next thing Lauren knew he laid her down on the bed and climbed in next to her. The air around them was cold as a reaction to their being wet. Dean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as she could get. They stared at one another for a long time.

Neither cared if the sun came up or never came up again. They loved each other, and that they did care about. Slowly Lauren got warmer, and so did Dean, though he was always warmer than she was. She forgot exactly when she fell asleep and wasn't sure if he ever did. But he held her all night, and wasn't until the next morning that they found the note that had been shoved under the door and on it was scribbled furiously:

Our bed is on the other side of the god damn shower!

-SW MA

THE

END

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