you were the shadow to my light

Dean smiled. "I'd be a lonely and miserable old man," he joked to Alice. He rarely made jokes about his age, but with Alice, he felt safe enough to poke fun at himself and the fact that he was 36 years old. "I mean, I'd be this dude who drank all the time and killed demons, that's no fun without you." He winked, taking a moment to kiss Alice, gently pressing her to the wall as he kissed her. "You make me young."

Rosie giggled, shaking her head. "I love you, you giant idiot." She murmured into Sam's lips, holding his face as she wrapped her legs around his middle. "But uh, I think I'm definitely the winner here." She pulled away, and offered her poptart to his lips, holding up her end of the bargain.

Alice grinned with the kiss and leaned back against the wall as she watched him, processing his words. "Yeah?" she asked in a quiet murmur, leaning to kiss him again for a moment, her fingers moving to partially curl into his shirt. "I'm glad I make you feel young and make things fun for you, because everything is definitely fun for me."

"I love you, too, Rosie," Sam told her, grinning against her lips as he rubbed her hips gently, sticking close to her, his hands moving to rub her thighs once her legs were around him. "Oh?" He chuckled for a moment, arching a brow as he watched her for a moment. "Why do you think that?" Shifting closer, he kissed at her jawline, amused, before he took a bite of the poptart.

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed with a soft whisper, kissing Alice once more as he held her in place, his hands placed delicately on her hips, although his fingers dig into her flesh softly, just wanting Alice to be safe. “You make life worth it.” Dean grinned down at her. “I’m glad you find it fun, though.” He grinned cheekily, that infamous Winchester grin he did whenever he was up to something.

Trying her hardest not to tilt her head back at the kisses, Rosie watched Sam chew the poptart with amusement, his hands warm against her thighs. “Look at you,” she grinned. “I get a best friend and a soulmate all in one, so I’m definitely a winner.” She teased, her hands against the cool counter top, her legs still lazily hooked around his waist.

"Yeah, well, so do you," Alice murmured happily, grinning up at him, "I don't know where I'd be without you." Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt, happy with how close they were, happy to be there with him, happy to have him in her life. She arched a brow, though, when she noticed his grin. "Oh, no, I know that cheeky grin, what are you up to?"

Sam chuckled gently to her words, swallowing his bite of poptart so that he could nip at her jawline gently, grinning broadly. "That so?" he asked her, "But I get the same thing, and I got you back, so I definitely think I win more here." His grin broadened and he rubbed her thighs gently, though his touch softened, more teasing now as he smirked at her.

“Nothin’.” Dean grinned, his hands moving from Alice’s hips to grip her thighs. “Do you trust me?” He asked Alice, arching a brow at her. His fingers sunk into the softer flesh; and his grin widened. Nothing made him happier knowing she was there, a physical form, next to him. Dean never thought he would find happiness, and yet, here it was, standing in front of him as Alice.

Rosie’s breath almost came out shuddered as she looked at Sam through almost half closed lids. “Behave,” she warned with a smile, seeing his smirk. “We’re in a kitchen.” She put an emphasis, trying to stop Sam from getting too carried away in a place where they were easily caught, a blush rising to her cheeks at the thought.

Alice arched an amused, curious brow to his question and she shifted with his touch slightly as she watched him. "I'll always trust you, Dean," she reminded quietly, honestly, because she couldn't imagine a time since meeting him and getting to know him where she didn't trust him.

"We could easily not be in the kitchen," Sam offered up with a small grin, moving to then kiss and nip at her neck gently as he smirked to himself. "Our bedroom isn't too far away, after all, just a short walk... I could even carry you." His grin broadened, his lips against her skin, and his hands trailed back to her hips, curious.

Dean looked at Alice with admiration; everything about her was just so fantastic, he couldn’t help himself. “Then jump,” he murmured, ready to catch her. And that was the reality of it all, Dean, no matter the circumstances, would always be ready to catch Alice, to let her know that her trust wasn’t going to waste.

Rosie let out a little sound as Sam nipped at her neck. The bastard knew it was the one place that really got to her. “You’re so evil,” she tried to steady her breathing, her voice, trying to hide the fact he was hitting all the right notes. “What’re you waiting for, Winchester?” She raised her eyebrows. “Or are you all talk, no action?” She bit her lip teasingly.

Alice blinked with surprise with his request but she let out a quiet, amused laugh and nodded. "Alright, alright, fine," she murmured, grinning slightly as she watched him. She wasn't really sure what this was about, but she was too curious to pass it up - plus, she really did trust Dean with her life. So, she jumped.

Sam grinned broadly in victory and quickly shifted. "Well, I guess I could just show you," he teased, nipping at her neck once more before he shifted, lifting her up from the counter, though he made sure her legs were still around him. Moving to kiss her lips, he only pulled back so that he could see where he was going as he carried her back to their room.

Dean grinned, guiding Alice’s legs to wrap around his middle as he held her up, kissing her collarbone softly. “Now you can’t get away.” He grinned up at her as he gently nipped at her skin, making sure it felt good for her. As he pressed her up against the wall, Dean kissed her lips softly, smiling into the kiss.

“You’re such an asshole,” Rosie laughed, making a soft sound as Sam placed her on the bed. Grabbing Sam by the front of his t-shirt, she eagerly pulled him down to her level, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Noticing his grin, Rosie smirked. “Don’t get too full of yourself,” she joked, pushing him away from her with her feet to tease him.

Alice gave a noise of surprise but grinned, locking her legs around him slightly as she shuddered with the feeling. "Why would I ever want to get away?" she asked in a quiet hum, laughing to herself. Her hands moved to rest on his shoulders for leverage and, feeling his lips against hers, she grinned broadly as she returned the kiss happily.

Sam leaned into the kiss while it lasted before she'd pushed him away and he couldn't help but to laugh as he watched her. "And you are a tease," he said with amusement before he grinned, running his hand up her leg teasingly as he watched her. "But, you do know two can play that game, right?" Smirking, he slid his hand further up while he leaned closer to her again.

“God, I love you.” Dean said with a sweet grin. It was only ever Alice that saw this side of him, how he could change from badass to sweetheart in a fraction of a blink. Dean kissed from Alice’s lips, down her neck, paying attention to where he knew drove her wild.

“Me, a tease?” Rosie faked shock. “No way.” She smirked, pressing their foreheads together gently. She raised her eyebrows, grabbing his wrist just before he got to where he wanted to be. Throwing his hand away, Rosie smirked. “You might play the game, Sam, but I play it better.”

Alice grinned broadly as she stared at Dean, never tiring of hearing those words from him. "I love you, too, Dean," she murmured, enjoying moments like this, where she could see the change in him, the moments where she got to see a Dean nobody else saw. She shuddered, though, when she felt his lips on her neck, and she angled her neck encouragingly, chewing on her lip almost violently, even more so when he went to the area that affected her so easily.

"Is that so?" Sam asked with amusement, his forehead still against hers, before he shifted, angling himself so that he could kiss along her cheek, then her jaw, and went back to nipping at her jawline with a grin, before he nipped at her earlobe. "Are we going to turn this into a competition?" He chuckled lowly against her skin, mostly just enjoying being able to have moments like this with her again, admiring her and wanting to see how much he affected her, but she affected him just as much, if not more.

Dean's kisses turned to gentle nips, not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough power to get the message across to Alice - how much he truly loved her, knew her like the back of his hand. Dean looked up at Alice with those puppy dog eyes that he had nearly perfected, holding her protectively against him, just wanting to make sure that Alice knew she was just as in control as he was, and she was safe with him.

"You just know that I'd win," Rosie challenged, one hand tangled in Sam's dishevelled hair, other resting in between his shoulder blades. "So if you really wanna try it, try it." She smirked, digging her nails into his back - not enough to hurt, but enough to get a reaction. Turning her head away from Sam, Rosie used her position to her advantage, pulling him to her level as she kissed him.

Alice's eyes closed over and she let herself enjoy the attention while she could. But, when she felt Dean's eyes on her, she peeked an eye open to look at him, and she laughed at the puppy dog eyes she loved so much. "You're so cute," she teased with a grin, so sure that being called cute would prompt an amusing reaction from Dean. Leaning down, she she shifted to cup his face, kissing his lips happily, and she nipped at his lips with a broad grin before her fingers trailed from his face, down to his chest, then as low as she could manage in the position they we're in.

"Or I like to let you think you won," Sam teased in response, grinning as he nipped at the skin he could reach, enjoying having her there with him, being able to feel her against him again. He gave a noise, though, when he felt her nails dig into her back and, when he felt her lips against his, he kissed her deeply and lovingly, his arms sliding around her to hold her to him. "I love you, Rosie," he reminded her, smiling against her lips as he kissed her again, running his hands down her form gently, memorizing every piece of her that he could touch, that he could feel.

"And you're beautiful." Dean murmured into her lips, letting out a small noise of pleasure as Alice nipped at his lower lip. "Jesus," he breathed out, still holding her, her legs still firmly around his middle. Turning around, Dean walked them back to the bed they shared, gently placing Alice down onto the soft, memory foam mattress. Kissing her lips once more, Dean gently moved from her lips to the base of her neck, paying attention to the scent of her skin, how perfect she felt against his lips. "Perfect as ever." He murmured into her skin, the vibration of his voice tickling her skin.

Rosie bit her lip as she heard the small noise of his approval. "I love you too, Sam." She promised, but quickly dismissed the expression of adoration. "But don't try to distract me from the fact that you know I'd win, I've got you around my little finger." Sam had made her more confident in how she handled situations like this. She enjoyed the feeling of their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly together, like a missing piece of the puzzle. As Rosie's fingers gently ran through Sam's hair, she closed her eyes, just allowing herself to enjoy the euphoria of the moment.

Alice laughed out once her back hit the mattress and she grinned with the familiar feeling, and she peered up at Dean through half-lidded eyes, watching him before she angled her neck again. "You always know exactly what to say and do," she teased lightly, running her fingers through his hair, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling for a few moments before she shifted to kiss his neck instead, grinning against his skin.

"Well, I definitely can't deny being wrapped around your little finger," Sam told her honestly, chuckling as he pressed closer to her, climbing a bit further onto the bed so that he could comfortably lean down to kiss and nip at her collarbone, hovering over her. His hands still trailed her form, taking in as much of her as he could. "But I'm also telling the truth." Grinning, he squeezed her hips gently to reaffirm his words.

"That's the best thing about having you as my soulmate," Dean murmured, a soft moan escaping his lips as his hands travelled up Alice's sides. "I just know you. And you're the best thing I've ever known." Dean enjoyed every curve his hands touched, loving the feeling of her lips against his skin. He swallowed thickly, not wanting to be too forward. When it came to being intimate, Dean preferred to take his time, relax, and enjoy the quiet moments he and Alice had to themselves. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He murmured, his voice coarse and raw in enjoyment.

Rosie bit her lip at his touch. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and Rosie forced her eyes open, blinking slowly in content. "You just can't accept defeat, huh?" She laughed, sitting up to let her hair down, having kept it up for the training they were supposed to be doing, but in all honesty, Rosie would rather be with Sam than punching air. Falling back against the pillows, Rosie gently took the hem of Sam's t-shirt, helping him disregard the garment, her eyes travelling down his torso, biting her lip in anticipation.

Alice grinned, listening to what Dean said, and paying even more attention to the noises that escaped him. "God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that word," she murmured happily, nipping at his skin gently, her fingers trailing down his torso gently. "And, I absolutely know how crazy I drive you." She giggled against his skin, happy to tease him, but even happier to just be this close to him again. Her fingers traveled under his shirt, then trailed up his chest, taking in the muscles under her touch, the warm skin she loved so much.

"Have you ever known me to accept defeat?" Sam asked, grinning broadly as he watched her take her hair down. He leaned back over her, lifting one hand to run his fingers through her hair, loving the feeling of her soft hair between his fingers, and he leaned to kiss her slow and deep, full of affection. Once his shirt was off, his grin broadened as he slid his hands down her form, gripping the hem of her top to lift up and off of her, tossing it aside. Leaning down, he moved to kiss at the skin of her collarbone, then trailed down, over her chest gently.

"Crazy isn't the word." Dean laughed, his breathing noticeably heavier as he shifted, his fingers gently curling around the hem of her shirt. As if he was afraid of hurting Alice, Dean gently guided the t-shirt up Alice's sculpted body, throwing it to the side, discarding it completely. "You drive me up the wall and I love you for it." His voice was primal with anticipation and excitement. Biting his lip, Dean took a moment to just take her in, how beautiful she was and how he felt she was made just for him. When it came to Alice, and her affections, Dean was selfish. Dean reached behind her, expertly unclipping her bra with one hand, a cheeky smirk etched onto his face.

"Never, in all the time that I've known you." She laughed into his lips, loving their skin to skin contact. "You're so stubborn," she murmured, her breathing uneven as her back arched off the mattress ever so slightly, her body language telling Sam he was doing everything right. She pushed his hair from his face, cupping his face gently, admiring how he looked, natural and so gorgeous. "Jesus, Sam, you're killing me." She murmured, turning her face to hide the blush as she laughed slightly.

Alice couldn't help but to shudder with the way Dean's laugh and voice being so breathy and primal and she chewed on her lip as she watched him before she carefully slid his shirt up and off of him. "Driving you up a wall seems like it give me a lot of power," she hummed with amusement, leaning to kiss his jawline, nipping at the skin with a broad, excited grin, "Not that the feeling isn't clearly mutual." Feeling her bra loosen around her, her grin grew and she shifted to kiss at his neck. "But, I love you, too, Dean, so much." Nipping at the skin of his neck, she ran her fingers down his chest happily, mapping out what she could reach.

Sam chuckled lowly to her words. "And you're not stubborn?" he asked with a small grin, enjoying the way her body moved, his hands running down her form when she arched, excited and happy to feel her skin under his fingers. "I personally think we make a perfect pair." His grin softened to a smile when he felt her take his face in her hands and he shifted, kissing her palm before he leaned down to kiss her chest again when she turned away. His hands trailed along her, soon working on getting her sports bra off, but his hands explored her, taking in everything about her that he could, before he worked on getting her pants off.