-1 Sequel to: A is for Death.
It had been a year and Sam was enjoying his work at the hospital. He sat on the stool his white lab coat pristine white. One foot on the rung of the stool, his leg bouncing in rhythm to some song playing in his head.
Small hands came from behind him, covering his eyes. Sam smiled as he smelled the perfume. "Guess who?" Asked the feminine voice.
"Ah, Danny?"
"No."
"The doughnut lady?"
"No silly." She leaned and kissed him on the neck, and he turned on the stool and tweaked her nose.
"I thought you were never coming back. You were gone too long."
The petite blonde smiled up at him, as she pushed her glasses up on her nose. "I was gone twenty minutes, not days."
"It was to me." He pulled her close, and removed her glasses and gave her a kiss. When he pulled back she smiled and rubbed the lipstick off his lips. "Why do you wear those fake glasses?"
"I have to; I want people to take me seriously."
"You aren't Clark Kent. I like seeing those lovely eyes. My beautiful girlfriend shouldn't hide behind those."
"Sam…I have a few days off, and I am going to my cabin for those. Do you know anyone who might like to come along?"
Sam pretended to think about it. "Well, I hear Doctor Michaels has some time off this week."
"He's sixty years old and bald. Know anyone else?"
"Well, I do know this young man, he's handsome, smart, and I hear he's a good kisser."
Janette ran one hand down his cheek as she put her glasses back on with the other one. "You mean Dean? Good idea, I'll go call him." She reached for his phone. Sam stopped her.
"Janette, don't you dare. I was talking about me."
"Yeah, I know. Been learning from big brother, huh?"
"Probably just bad habits."
"Come on, let's get back to work. We'll discuss this trip after work." She moved around and over to another table, as she moved over to the microscope.
Sam turned back to his work, with a contented smile. Life was good, and all was well in the Winchester world.
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Dean turned his head as he heard the sounds of high heels tapping towards him. Using his heels he pushed himself on the rolling cart from under the car. As he came out, his eyes followed the heels up the legs to a skirt. He sat up, and wiped his hands on the rag he had hanging from his front pocket.
Seeing the young woman's face, Dean gave her one of his best smiles. "What can I do for you?"
The woman smiled, as Dean stood up. "Well, my car isn't working right. It's making some noise, and I smell something burning."
"Let me take a look." He followed her out to the parking lot and the corvette that sat there. She handed him the keys, and went over to the car.
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A few hours later Dean walked into his home. It no longer felt strange that he had one. No plastic furniture, no garish wallpaper, and no strange smelling beds. It was a nice little three bedroom log cabin home.
The smells coming from the kitchen made his mouth water. He moved over to the counter where the most beautiful girl in the world stood, chopping something up. He came up behind her, and put his arms around her. She leaned back into his chest.
"Welcome home darling."
"I missed you, babe. I'm going to go shower and then we can have dessert first."
She laid down the knife and turned in his arms. Her arms going around his neck. "Now hon, why don't I come and wash your back?"
Dean kissed her on the lips, and pulled her tight against him. He could never get enough of his lady, his wife. He lifted her up, and sat her on the other counters edge, as she wrapper her legs around his waist. She ran one hand through his hair, and the other went to his shirt, and jerked it open.
Thirty minutes later, Dean pulled away and lifted Melanie off the counter, and carried her upstairs. Dean held Melanie gently as he carried her, he was happy. What more could a guy want? He had it all…a wife, a child on the way, and his own business.
