This chapter is dedicated to @ChloeLeia561. Thank you my good friend for helping me!

"Scar? Did you hear me?" Dean furrows his brows and cups my face in between his open palms.

Snapping out of my own thoughts and coming back to reality, I say, "Huh?"

Dean chuckles, and his face goes back to normal with ease. "I said I love you. I love you Scar." He reassures me. I could have sworn I was dreaming. I pinch my arm to wake myself up. Ouch! Not dreaming Scarlett.

"Dean, I...-," I exhale, trying to let my mouth catch up with my thoughts. My heart is beating a mile per second and it's about to burst out of my rib cage. I put my hand over his heart and feel that his is beating just as fast as mine, if not faster. I close my eyes and bite my lip to keep it from quivering, the thumping of his heart continuing against my palm. Who knew saying these words were so scary and yet invigorating at the same time? The words I want to say and have felt for some time are now at the tip of my tongue. "I love you too Dean." I finally spill out the words.

Still holding my face, Dean pulls me closer to him and slams his lips onto mine. They feel cold to the touch as a tingling sensation ran up my spine. I can feel the hair on my arms stand up with every touch, his fingers moving towards my thighs, making my legs shiver. He loves me, Dean loves me.

I pull away from him quickly, leaning back so that my back is now against the steering wheel again. My breath hitches and my body shakes as I feel the hardening of his manhood growing beneath me. The way his body is responding to me right now is causing an ache between my legs, the dampness spreading. I lick my lips and feel that they are just as swollen as Dean's lips from our passionate kisses. His electric blue eyes stared at me with hunger. I want him, and I want this. I need this but only with Dean and nobody else.

While maintaining eye contact, Dean's fingers instantly went to the hem of my shirt. In a swift motion, he lifts the material over my head. The desire is written all over his face that he wants more. Dean tosses my shirt on the passenger seat and looks back to me. His eyes grow wide as they look like they will pop out of their sockets. His glistening skin is turning a crimson red color, making his cheeks warm under my fingertips. I slam my lips back onto his and glide my tongue against his bottom lip, begging for him to open his mouth for me. He does just that and our tongues instantaneously begin to massage one another. His bottom lip slides against mine as his skin appears chapped, making the texture rough against the softness of my mouth.

Dean runs his fingers through my hair and grabs a fistful, pulling my head back so my neck is exposed. He kisses down my collarbone, leaving his hot breath along my delicate skin as the anticipation rises with each peck. A low moan of ecstasy escapes my lips, the pleasure evident in my tone. With my trembling fingers, I unbutton his pants and manage to wiggle my hand in, rubbing his cock with the palm of my hand. Dean's head goes back on the headrest and his eyes roll back as he makes a strangled noise.

Attempting to swallow the lump in my throat, I mutter, "Dean, I want you. I want you to make love to me."

He looks stunned at my words and I watch as his jaw clenches and the skin beneath my palm became sweaty with nerves. "Scar, I want you too, believe me. But I want your first time to be special, not in my jeep." He pants, out of breath.

I shake my head and run my fingers through his hair until I reach the back of his neck so that I can pull his head towards me. "Anywhere, as long as it is with you, will be special. I want this, I am ready. I have never been more ready."

My eyes shift, waiting for a response. I don't know where all of this courage is coming from, the sexual arousal that has built up is sure to blame. Dean puts his hands on my hips and looks in the back of the jeep before looking back at me and nods.

"Okay, but I need to make this more comfortable for you, this position is too much for your first time."

I nod as I move back to the passenger seat. Dean crawls in the back seat pushing the seats down and laying the blanket out. After he is finished, he sits on his knees and reaches out his hand for me to come and join him.

"Scar are you sure you want to do this?"

I bite my lip and nod. Dean's breath hitches as I undo my bra strap and let the piece of material fall to the floor of the jeep. He leans in and plants a soft kiss against my lips. A trail of kisses reaches my nipple as they go hard from his touch.

"Lay down," he says seductively, and I immediately oblige.

My breathing goes ragged as I watch Dean remove his wet shirt, revealing his V-lines and ridiculous hot body. My head goes back as I feel his cold lips brush over my belly button and down to the top of my leggings. In a quick and nervous motion, he sits up and begins to remove his pants. Dean hovers over my body, wearing only his black boxer briefs.

Dean takes his index finger and softly strokes it against my cheek, rubbing his nose to mine and touches my lips once more with his. Dean looks at me as if he is asking for permission to make his next move. I nod my head and arch my hips so that he may remove my leggings and panties. With both of his hands, he rolls down my leggings, and then hooks both of his index fingers under my panties, and slowly removes them.

My gaze wanders down as Dean removes his boxers, revealing his pulsing core, and hovers his naked body over mine. "You're sure?" He asks once again and I furrow my brows.

"Yes." I swallow hard. I glance back down to his cock as he reaches over to grab a condom out of his wallet in the pocket of his jeans. My emotions are going haywire, just like the butterflies creating havoc in my stomach. My side hurts from my heart beating so fast.

While Dean pulls the condom down his manhood, I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing down; it's no use. The sounds of constant pitter-patter of the rain hitting the top of his jeep and the boom of thunder encircle us. The windows have fogged up from our heaving breathing, hiding us from the outside darkened sky.

Once Dean has the condom on, he hovers back over my naked body. He uses his knee to pry my legs wider and holds himself up with both of his hands on either side of my head. His breathing is hard as his gaze catches mine again, and he brings his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and romantically. I feel his body shift, he brings one hand down to hold his cock still as he slowly starts to bring his body down, while he begins to push his groin into me. The second I feel it slide into me, my eyes screw shut at the throbbing pain it brings, and I gasp at the intense feeling of him being inside me.

"Do you want me to stop?" Dean grunts as if he is in pain.

I almost give in to the excruciating pain, but the feeling of being this intimate and this close, overpowers the pain, so I shake my head. I feel a tear roll down to my cheek as Dean starts to gently and slowly move in and out of me. Our bodies quiver together. I let out a soft moan at the same time as Dean kisses the salty tear on my cheek, and then he rubs his nose against mine. After, he rests his forehead against mine, the sweat evident on his skin.

He winces as he continues to move in the same motion, his hips roll with the movement. With his hands, he lifts my arms up over my head and intertwines his fingers with mine, keeping his forehead on mine.

"Are....are you okay?" He pants.

"Yes." I whimper. Trying not to move too much, but the pain is slowly starting to go away.

"I love you, Scarlett. Fuck do I love you." He groans and his hot breath emits onto my face.

"I love you too, Dean." I moan softly.

As soon as the words fell from my lips, his body began to shake and he brings his hands down to my hips and he digs in his fingers into my flesh. "I am going to....fuck." He grunts as he reaches his climax. He then lays his head on my chest, panting hard against me.

Slowly, Dean pulls himself out of me and the feeling that comes with the emptiness inside is strange. I can feel his cock laying against my leg, pulsing against my now hot skin as I run my fingers through his hair, gliding over the glistening droplets of sweat that are now covering his forehead. Dean rolls over so that we lay side to side and he holds my hand over his chest as it rises and falls.

"That....that was incredible." He admits, turning onto his side and propping his elbow up to hold his head. His index finger traces my collar bone when he looks at me, a look that promises love.

"Yeah." My voice comes out shaky.

"Did it hurt? Well, I mean, how was it?"

I lay on my side, facing him with my hands propped up under my cheek to meet his stare. "It was, well, more painful than I thought it would be." I admit. His eyes look full of worry, so I add, "But it was amazing being that close with you. I can't even describe it. It's like it brought me closer to you."

Dean grins as he glides his finger over my necklace. "Me too. I have never felt like that. Granted, I have only been with one person before, but I never felt what I did with you. Not even remotely close. This was the best I have ever felt. I felt almost, whole? I don't know." He chuckles lightly. "What I do know, is that I love you. So much."

The burning returns to my cheeks causing me to flush, so I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck. Dean continues to rub his finger over my necklace, the one with my parent's names engraved. "Do you think your parent's would have liked me?" He asks with uncertainty laced in his voice.

I inhale in a sharp breath and close my eyes momentarily. That question was out of nowhere, but without a doubt in my mind I knew the answer. "They would have absolutely loved you." I say and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I shift so I lay on my back again. "You know, we never really talk about our parent's but I feel like I am able to talk about what happened with mine more and more. Like I am able to hear the entire story including the person's name that is responsible for their death."