Grand Finale

It ain't over 'til it's over

-Lenny Kravitz

Dean stepped into the Rehobeth police station, looking around. He saw a dark head of hair facing J.J. and he grinned, walking toward them. He grabbed Emily's shoulder once he was close enough and spun her around, instantly locking his lips with hers before she could say a word.

Her eyes flew open in surprise, tensing. But she quickly recognized how these lips moved. It was familiar to her. She let her eyes close and held the back of his head, pressing him closer to her. He cupped her cheek, his other hand on the small of her back, partly holding her up. He gently let her go, looking down at her with smoldering eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. Emily shook her head, regaining her bearings. She swallowed and looked up at him.

"I take it you aren't Reid?" She said. Dean's grin broadened and he shook his head. Emily smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He said.

"And, uh, what was that for?" She asked. Dean shrugged.

"I dunno. Celebrating 'cause I have my face back?" He suggested.

"That works," She nodded. Behind her, J.J. cleared her throat. "Sorry," Emily winced. "What were you saying?"

Morgan walked up to Dean, brow cocked. "Reid?" He said.

"Nope," Dean said, grinning again helplessly. "This is one hundred percent Winchester." Morgan chuckled and shook his head.

"So where's Reid and your brother?" He asked.

"Before Spencer and I switched back Sam and I had to go find this ghost's remains in a swamp. And when we switched back, well…" He trailed off. "Needless to say they're taking well deserved showers."

"Ah," Morgan said, nodding. "So, what are you gonna do now? Ya know, considering you got your body back?"

"I'm gonna eat, for one. Apparently Dr. Reid has an eating disorder. And then…" He looked over his shoulder at Emily. "We'll just see where it goes from there." He grinned slyly. Morgan smiled back and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Good luck, man." He said, turning away. Garcia came bustling out from behind a cubicle, humming a Spice Girls song and bouncing their way, most likely to talk to J.J. and Emily. Dean grinned mischievously, heading her off.

"Hi, Reid." She said, smiling. Dean shook his head.

"Guess again, Penny," He said. Her smile faded and her eyes grew. "Promise is a promise." He gently pressed his lips to hers, taking her by surprise and feeling her melt in his arms. He tried not to smile when she almost fell over. He pulled away, grinning down at her.

"You're a lifesaver. Thanks again." He said, steadying her. She hiccupped.

"Anytime. No problemo. Good God I need a drink…" She stumbled over to Emily and J.J., still smiling. Dean chuckled. If only more girls were like Penelope Garcia.

Spencer brushed his hair out of his face, adjusting his tie again. He looked around the police station, knowing if he looked to the right far enough he could see her sitting behind her desk, working diligently, pushing a piece of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, shoving her glasses up her nose. He chewed his lower lip, sneaking just one glance at her. He turned away quickly, blushing a deep red when he saw she was looking at him too.

"Go talk to her." Dean said next to him, making him jump.

"Talk to who?" Spencer asked, trying to sound oblivious. Dean frowned.

"Dude, seriously? I know you like her, now go talk to her. What's holding you back?" He asked. Spencer bowed his head.

"I have no idea what I should say." He said. Dean barked a laugh.

"That's it? C'mon, lame excuse, dude."

"Then what should I say?!" Spencer exclaimed.

"Ask her out for coffee or something," Dean said. "It's not hard."

"Well, what if she doesn't like coffee?" Spencer asked. Dean rolled his eyes.

"And what if she does? You'll never know unless you ask." He said. Spencer glanced at Beverly again.

"Go on," Dean urged. "Go get her." He shoved Spencer forward to prove his point.

"Dean, you're cruel." Sam said, walking up next to him, watching Spencer walk over to the counter. Dean shrugged.

"Hey, someone has to try and get this kid laid." He said.

Beverly looked up when a shadow blocked some of her light. Her heart jumped a little when she saw the cute guy standing in front of her.

"Hi." He said, half smiling.

Oh my goodness he's adorable. She thought.

"Hi." She blushed. She glanced over at the guy she had run into a few times the past few days. She frowned a little. He was acting totally different. Actually he was acting like the guy standing in front of her. Or, well he was acting like that earlier today. And now the guy in front of her was…Her head was starting to hurt.

"Beverly, right?" He asked, his voice shaking. At least he was as uncomfortable with this stuff as she was. She just couldn't believe someone that looked like this was hitting on her. She nodded, trying not to look at her nametag.

"Sorry, I can't see your nametag. What's your name?" She said playfully. He swallowed, face turning redder than she thought humanly possible.

"Sorry, I, um," Okay, this was starting to freak her out. "I'm Spencer." He said finally.

"Can I ask you something?" Beverly said. This had happened to her all too often. She had to ask. "Did your friends dare you into talking to me, or something? 'Cause if you're doing this as a joke I'd like to know now." To her surprise, she saw understanding and pain in his eyes. He shook his head.

"No, I…I wanted to talk to you, I swear. I wouldn't do that. I know how it feels-" He broke off, like he had said too much. She smiled up at him. She saw honesty and innocence in his eyes. Something that was running in short supply when it came to guys; he was genuine.

"I get off in about five minutes." She said, wondering what he would do with the information. He took a breath and swallowed hard.

"Um, do you want to go for coffee?" He asked quickly. She felt herself blush as she smiled at her hands.

Spencer's heart stuttered, watching dimples form on her pink cheeks.

"Yeah," She said quietly. "I know this great place in Dothan. It's about fifteen minutes away." Spencer smiled shyly.

"Great. Um, I'll see you in a minute?" He suggested. She nodded.

"Okay." He turned and walked away, hardly able to believe the thought playing in his head.

I have a date.

Hotch, Rossi and Morgan shook their heads while Dean smiled smugly.

"I can't believe it," Hotch said. "I seriously can't."

"They all grow up sometime, Hotch." Rossi said with a small smile. Morgan looked at Dean, obviously impressed.

"What the hell did you say to that kid?" He asked. Dean shrugged.

"Nothin' I haven't told anyone else. I told you guys he liked her." He said.

"Well, you're a miracle worker. That's all I'm going to say." Hotch said before walking away. Rossi and Morgan followed.

Emily came up next to Dean, looking up at him.

"So, you're leaving tomorrow?" She asked. He nodded.

"Yeah. You too?" He asked. She nodded slowly. "What do you wanna do?" She looked from her left to her right, like she was making sure no one would hear her. She leaned closer to him.

"I want to go to my hotel room and take you with me." She said, smiling wryly. Dean's brows rose.

"Hey, if you're game, so am I." He said. She grabbed his belt and hauled him out of the police station.

Sam sat down at a desk next to Penelope.

"Did you get ditched?" Garcia asked in a baby talk voice. Sam nodded solemnly. She smiled.

"Well, I'm starving, you?" She asked. Sam cocked his brow at her.

"Chill, it's a friendly dinner," She looked over the top of her glasses. "Not a friendly dinner," She looked over her shoulder. "Morgan, J.J., Hotch, Rossi! You guys hungry?" She turned back to Sam. "You comin', Sammy?"

"As long as you don't call me that again, yeah."

Emily's head rested against Dean's bare chest.

"That was the most fun I've had in a really long time." She said. Dean half smiled.

"Thanks," He said, absently running his fingers through her hair. "My dad woulda flipped if he knew I did a FED." He said chuckling. She laughed.

"My dad will flip if he ever finds out I did a…well, his worst nightmare." She said. Dean nodded, grinning.

"I've been told that many times." He said. She shook her head.

"That's kind of sad, Dean." She said. He half shrugged. They were quiet for awhile. She looked up at him.

"Are you tired?" She asked, breaking the silence. He looked at her.

"No, why?" She smiled wryly. He grinned back. "Oh, right." He rolled on top of her, kissing her tenderly.

"It's gonna suck when the sun comes up." He said softly. She placed her hand on his neck, thumbing his cheek.

"Then let's make this one helluva night." He grinned again.

"You got it, sweetheart."

She felt her back hit the door, but it hardly mattered. She was focused on the lips bombarding hers, the hands holding her waist. She braided her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her, if that was even possible. She felt herself being lifted off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling both his and her hearts pounding rapidly in their chests.

"I never do this." She whispered when one of their fevered kisses broke. His lips ventured to her neck, that same fiery passion there.

"Me either," He said between kisses. "But I think we both understand the concept of a one-nighter, right?" She nodded. "And I think we'll be okay if we don't give ourselves time to think this through, right?" She nodded again. "And-" She caught his lips, silencing whatever he was about to say.

"Shut up." She said with a smile. He laughed nervously and attacked her lips again. She tugged at his tie, loosening it. His hand fumbled blindly for the doorknob, which had already been unlocked by some sort of miracle on his part.

"You're really good at that," She said, breaking apart from him and gasping. He blushed.

"Thanks, you too." And they were kissing again.

"I never do this." She repeated, almost as if she couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure you want to?" He asked. She looked at him, her pupils dilated, lips swollen from kissing.

"Are you?" She asked in her soft, gentle voice. Spencer felt his heart gain speed as he looked at her. Her soft brown hair shaping her face and stopping at her jaw in a bob, her heart shaped face sporting a small button nose and a pixie like mouth. Her eyes were huge green orbs that made his heart pound. They were usually hidden behind her bangs or her glasses, but they had been tossed in her purse hours ago. She was so small she seemed fragile, but god, Spencer thought she was so beautiful. And he wanted her. Bad.

"Hell yeah." The door came open then and slammed shut behind him.

"Hey, Baby," Dean said, running his hand over the hood of his car. "You miss me?"

"Does he often talk to inanimate objects?" Rossi asked Sam.

"Just that one." Sam replied. He turned to Hotch. "If you guys need anything dealing with, well, stuff you don't know about call us." He said, handing him a phone number.

"Thank you," Hotch said. "You saved most of our lives this past week." Sam shook his head.

"Part of the job, Agent Hotchner." He said.

"Alright, you two," Garcia said, hands on her hips. "C'mere and tell me bye."

Sam smiled and bent down, giving her a hug.

"Bye, Garcia." He said.

"Bye Gigantor," She giggled. "Your turn, Dean."

Dean bent down and pecked her on the cheek.

"Bye Penny." He said. She giggled.

"I'm gonna miss you." She said.

"Eh, I think it's better if I go. Morgan's been deprived of you for the past week." He said. Garcia nodded.

"Very true."

Sam went about telling everyone else goodbye. Emily walked up to Dean, smiling warmly.

"I'll see ya?" She said.

"Probably not. But you never know," He said. "But call me anytime, alright." She nodded. He cupped her cheek and her heart sped in anticipation of what was coming.

"Goodbye, Em." He said quietly, pushing his lips gently to hers. They broke apart minutes later when Sam gave an impatient huff.

Dean let her go and proceeded to shake Morgan, Hotch and Rossi's hand and hug J.J.

"Well," Spencer said to him. "This has been a really weird week."

"Welcome to my life." Dean chuckled. Spencer glanced sideways.

"You didn't have any nightmares last night, did you?" He asked. Dean shook his head.

"No, did you?" Spencer also shook his head no. "I'll see ya, Doc." Dean said, shaking Spencer's hand. Spencer half smiled back.

"If you do, make sure it's a friendly visit and not business." He said nervously. Dean laughed again.

"Scout's honor," He said. He turned and opened the driver side door of the Impala. Sam climbed into the passenger side. "Oh, Doc?" Dean said, smirking. "You've got lipstick on your cheek." Spencer's eyes grew and he rubbed at his cheek vigorously, mortified.

"Whore." He mumbled. Dean laughed.

"Dork!" He started the engine of the Impala and drove off, leaving Quantico behind him.

The BAU team watched for a moment, before J.J. said:

"Alright guys, we have another case." She said. Hotch sighed.

"There's always another case."


"'The shifts of Fortune test the reliability of friends'




--Alrighty folks that's all she wrote! Er, well, I wrote. :D Thank you to everyone that read and reviewed and to those who followed it form the beginning and to my shower for giving me the idea. My next story is a sequel to Sam Winchester and the Seven Deans titled: Sam Winchester and the Seven Deans 2: The Eighth Dean. Chapter one should be up tonight! Glad bless you all!--