That night, Dean got a separate room for him and Grace. They had eaten and showered, and now they sat talking. Dean at the table in front of the window, and Grace cross-legged on the bed.

"You know we have to talk about what you did, right?" Dean said.

"What I did?"

"Jumping in front of that hellhound... What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I couldn't watch you get torn to pieces."

"So, I had to watch it happen to you."

"Didn't have enough time to think that far ahead."

"Obviously."

"Dean, I saw the look on your face when Crowley told you which dog that was. I couldn't let it attack you again."

"It was a stupid move!"

"And I'd do it again! Are you telling me if the roles had been reversed you wouldn't have jumped in front of me?"

He lowered his voice. "I'd die for you."

"Then you know why I did it. I'm sorry you had to see it... I'm sorry I had to experience it..." A tear slid down her cheek and Dean walked over and sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms. "But I'd do it again, Dean. I would rather feel pain than watch you feel pain. That's just the way it is."

"I feel the same way about you. I don't ever want to watch you suffer like that again."

"I don't think that's very realistic considering what we do."

"I know. I wish I could protect you from everything bad."

"I know you do."

She kissed him, and he pulled away with a sigh.

"I'm exhausted."

"Maybe Cas should have done something for you too... sort of freshen you up a bit," she smiled.

"I didn't care about me... I just wanted you okay."

"Well," Grace said, crawling under the covers, "you can get a good night's sleep, wrapped up in my arms."

She laid back, slightly on her side and moved the covers back for Dean. He moved in close, letting her arms move around him, burying his face in her neck. He breathed her in as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tighter.

"I thought I'd never get to do this again," he whispered.

She wiped tears from her eyes, "I thought the same thing."

The next morning they packed the cars, ready to head back to Bobby's and take a few days off. Grace noticed Sam getting into Bobby's car and went over to talk to him.

"Sam, I hope you don't feel like you have to leave me and your brother alone all the time now that you know about us. I'll gladly get in the back, or ride with Bobby if you want to ride with Dean."

Sam smiled at her, "Thanks, but I think you two need some time alone right now. You didn't see Dean when they took you into surgery. He was a wreck." Sam smiled again, "You know, I kinda suspected you two were foolin' around, but I didn't think it was serious." She blushed a little and he asked her, "You love him?"

"Enough to take on a hellhound."

Sam nodded, "Good. Because he loves you."

"I know," she smiled. "He's told me."

Sam's face showed surprise. "You know how hard that is for him... to open up to someone."

"I know... Are you giving me the 'don't hurt my brother' speech?"

Sam let out a chuckle and ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that."

Sam nodded. Grace was turning to walk to the Impala when Sam started talking again.

"Do you remember anything from before you passed out?"

"A little. I remember Dean's face... trying to stay calm. I know he was talking to me, but I couldn't really focus on what he was saying."

"Dean needs to know you're okay now."

"He knows I am."

"No... he needs to really know it. He's going to dwell on it for a while. It's what he does."

She nodded and her head turned at the sound of Dean's voice.

"Ready to roll?" he asked. Bobby was behind him.

"We're ready," Grace said. "Let's go."

Dean and Bobby drove until they couldn't last anymore, then they stopped to find a motel. Grace offered to drive while Dean slept, but he wouldn't let her. She tried to tell him they would get home faster, but he wasn't hearing it.

Dean got them a separate room again. The car ride so far had been pretty quiet. Grace tried to talk to him about what happened after the attack, but she soon realized it was bringing both of their emotions to the surface, and it probably wasn't a good idea while Dean was driving. By the time they got to the motel they were both ready for sleep.

The next morning Grace tried to make lighter conversation. She talked about them having a few days of together. Dean took that opportunity to make a point.

"Me and Sam will have a few days off. You should take longer... maybe permanently."

"What?"

"I don't like you putting yourself in danger."

"The way you do?"

"I can't look after you while I'm trying to work."

"I know that."

"So I don't think you should actually come out on hunts anymore."

Grace started to argue, but decided to drop it. She knew where he was coming from. He wasn't trying to be controlling or macho. He was genuinely concerned for her safety.

"Okay."

Dean looked a little confused. "Okay?"

"Yeah."

"You're not going to tell me I'm being an overprotective sexist pig?"

"You wanting to keep me safe is neither sexist nor piggish. And considering how bad that was, which we will talk about eventually, I don't think you're being overprotective. Do I disagree with you? Yes... a little, but if it gives you peace of mind to know I'm safe so you can stay safe on a job... I'm willing to stay behind. At least until you're comfortable with me hunting again."

"That's it?" Dean asked, unbelieving.

"That's it."

"No arguments?"

"Nope."

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "You're gonna sneak off and do stupid crap when I'm on a job, is that it?"

Grace glared at him. "Are you actually trying to pick a fight with me because I didn't pick a fight?"

"I've just never had a woman be so obedient before?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Now that was sexist."

"No, I didn't mean it that way. It's just... most women I meet are so hell bent on proving they don't need anyone or anything that they argue with everything I say. Especially when I'm trying to keep them safe."

"I guess those women weren't in love with you and willing to do anything to make you happy."

Dean smiled at her and stretched his arm out across the back of the seat.

"Come here."

She slid next to him, kissing his cheek as he lowered his arm around her shoulders.

"Anything, huh?" he asked with a smirk. But Grace's face was serious.

"Pretty much. You mean more to me than anything, and there's not much I'll say no to if you ask. So, be careful what you ask."

Once they were back at Bobby's Grace went straight to the kitchen for food. All she could find was a bag of chips.

"Someone needs to make a store run."

"If my lady is hungry, I'll go," Dean smiled as he pulled her into his arms.

Sam snaked the keys out of Dean's pocket. "I'll go."

"Dude, I said I'd go."

Sam smiled at him, "You stay here with your lady. I'll go."

Bobby said, "Wait up. Got a few things I need too. I'll go with ya."

As they left, Sam caught Grace's eye and winked. Dean saw, and his face became stern.

"Did my brother just wink at you."

"Yes, he did."

"Do you wanna explain that?"

"We had a little talk before we left the motel."

"A talk?"

"Yeah... total chick flick moment."

"Oh God... What did he say?"

She tightened her grip around his waist and made a face.

"Oh, the usual. Just that I'm too good for you, and I could do a whole lot better," she said sarcastically.

"You may be joking, but it's true."

Her smile faded, "No it's not."

"Yeah it is. I still don't know what you see in me." He tried to walk away, but she tightened her grip even more.

"What I see is a man who took care of a stranger when she had no one else to turn to. What I see is a man who is caring, loving, passionate, and loyal... and if you ever need to be reminded of that, just tell me."

She kissed his lips very gently, but he soon deepened it. One of his hands went into her hair while the other was on her lower back, pulling her closer. Her hands moved from his waist, up his chest to touch his face.

"You're also kinda sexy," she whispered against his lips. He smiled and started leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "And you're amazing in bed," she sighed. He was moving her toward the stairs when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just remembered something. You go up and I'll be there in a minute."

She looked at him with curiosity all over her face. "Okay. Don't be long," she said as she climbed the stairs.

"I won't."

Grace didn't have to wait long at all. Dean came back with a cup.

"Did you go get beer?"

"What? No..." He grinned at her. "It's something I thought we should try." He sat the cup down on the night stand and she peered in.

"Is that ice?"

"You'll see."

He started kissing her again, and she forgot about the ice. He laid her down on top of the bed, kissing her slowly and passionately. She curled her leg around his and his hand moved up and down her thigh, squeezing gently through her jeans. He pulled her shirt over her head, and she began lifting his, so he stopped to pull his off. He reached over to the cup and pulled out an ice cube.

"What do you plan to do with that?"

He grinned down at her and lightly rubbed the ice along her bottom lip. Once it was moist, he gently sucked her lip into his mouth and kissed her. She let out a gasp and her fingers moved through his hair. He pulled away and ran the ice along her lips again, followed by his lips on hers.

When he pulled back again, he let the ice slide down her neck. She shivered against the cold, but he quickly replaced the ice with his warm mouth. He slid the ice straight down under her chin, down her throat. The ice was starting to melt in his fingers and it left a wet trail. He licked his way back up to her chin, and she couldn't stop the moan it elicited.

He put the ice back in the cup and smiled. "I knew that would be hot." He made his way down her body, pulling off her jeans. As he kissed his way back up he noticed the scar above her knee, and rubbed it with his thumb.

"I thought Cas got rid of all of these?"

"He left that one."

"Why?"

"Because I asked him to."

"You didn't..."

"I didn't have to say it. I guess it was like a silent prayer. I wanted him to leave that one."

"Why would you want that scar?"

"Because I have a good memory attached to it..."

"Good memory?"

"Yes."

"What good memory could that scar possibly bring you?"

"Our first night together."

Dean's face softened, but he still looked confused so she continued. "When you were kissing my leg that night, I was questioning the whole thing, trying to decide if I should stop it. And then you stopped, and I saw you staring at my scar. The look of concern and guilt on your face... it made me realize how much you care. After that, I didn't care if it was wrong. I wanted to make love to you... and then you kissed it. When I look at that scar, I see your face. I feel your lips on me. That's a good memory."

Dean leaned down and kissed the scar again. He let his lips linger there as his hands began to remove her panties.

They made love with a renewed passion. Happy to be in each other's arms after coming so close to losing each other.

A/N: I almost hate to see this story come to an end, but this is the final chapter. I have a pretty basic idea for a possible Grace sequel. If you would be interested in reading it please review this story and let me know. Also be sure to follow me so you'll know if I do decide to do it. I'd also like to thank everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed. I wish I could have replied to the anons individually, but I can't. So this is your thank you. :)