Welcome to the Sequel. If you have not read "Not Your Average Spy", please go back and do so as this is a continuation of that.

Also, this story is rated M for adult themes, sex, and probably some gore. You have been warned.

Dean shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't help it, it was just natural in times of high stress. When he didn't have a gun in his hand he had this insatiable need to move. God he had faced drug lords, dictators, and one very nasty organization, but this is what made him the most nervous. Why?

Roman nudged him from behind and picked an errant piece of dust from Dean's tuxedo. "Here she comes."

The organ struck up the music and the doors to the back of the small church opened. There she was, smiling at only him, and his nerves faded away. She looked more beautiful than he had ever seen in her white gown. Abby.

He sighed with happiness as she began to walk toward him. Roman clapped him lightly on the shoulder, whispering how beautiful she looked and how lucky Dean was. He could hear Seth mutter something to Roman about remembering the rings and Roman assuring him that they were in his pocket.

Dean was so happy to have his two friends with him today. It was touch and go for a while between he and Seth, especially after the personality split to Tyler Black. But Tyler hadn't made an appearance in almost a year and Seth and Dean had reconciled.

Abby arrived at the altar and Dean stepped down to take her hand in his. She had no one accompany her, she had only two bridesmaids in Paige and Lana, and she wore a simple white veil over her face. Dean couldn't hold in the grin of happiness as he lifted the veil and her beautiful face beamed up at him. "You look beautiful."

"So do you." She whispered with a wink.

He led her up the one step and they stood before the pastor. Dean glanced out into the small crowd of 10, mostly headquarters friends, to gage their reactions to her. Dolph was smiling, Solomon - a friend from the academy- was dabbing his eyes with a tissue and trying to hide it, a few others were watching with happy grins on their faces.

However, the one person Dean had hoped to see, was not there to celebrate this moment with him. William Regal, his mentor. Despite everything that happened a year ago, he still looked on the HQ leader as a father. Even when Dean handed him the invitation, he looked upon it with disinterest and politely put it in his jacket pocket.

Abby saw his face change and gently caressed it. "Look in the balcony."

Dean raised his eyes to the balcony where in the very back row, hidden from view unless you knew where to look, was William Regal looking stoic and proud in a dapper black suit. Dean smiled at her. "Thank you."

"We are gathered here today to join together that which cannot be undone." The pastor said aloud for all to hear. "To join Dean Jonathan Ambrose and Abigail Anne Wyatt together, forever."

Dean couldn't hold back the wide, happy grin and neither could Abby. The pastor called for the rings and Roman handed them over happily. He quickly blessed them and handed Abby's to Dean.

"Dean, please repeat after me." He said

Dean nodded, "will do padre."

"With this ring, I, Dean Jonathan Ambrose..."

Dean slipped the ring out Abby's left hand and did as instructed, "With this ring, I, Dean Jonathan Ambrose..."

"Take you Abigail Anne Wyatt to be my lawfully wedded wife."

Again Dean repeated. Once the pastor finished, he handed the Dean's ring to Abby, "Abigail, repeat after me..."

She repeated the entire section just like Dean had and slipped the gold band onto his finger. He loved the way the simple circle felt and he loved what it represented. It meant he was hers and she was his.

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The pastor said happily. "You may kiss the bride."

Dean immediately took Abby's face and kissed her. Everyone clapped and cheered. Dean eve caught a glimpse of a smile from Regal.

"I now present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Dean Ambrose!" Said the pastor.

"Let's party!" Added Roman.

They held the reception in that little dive bar in New Orleans that meant so much to Dean, Seth, and Roman. Everyone showed up, including William Regal. He walked up to the happy couple and handed Dean an envelope. "Congratulations, Captain Ambrose."

It felt good to be called Captain again. Dean's rank was reinstated after he had killed Hunter Hearst Helmsley and he was given his old team back. Finally, he was happy.

"Please, open it." Regal pressed.

Dean eyed him carefully but slipped his finger under the envelope and slid out a piece of paper.

Abby watched her husband's face and questioned the shocked look on his face. "What is it?"

"All expenses paid trip to Venice." Dean answered in shock. "But…"

Regal held up a hand to stop him from saying anymore, "It's a gift, for your honeymoon."

"We weren't going to go on a honeymoon." he said, still a little shocked. "There's so much work…"

Again Regal stopped him, "Work can wait. You only get married once...or, in my case, three times. Don't get married three times."

Maybe it was the alcohol that had been flowing all night, the overwhelming happiness he felt, or the gratefulness of the gift, but Dean couldn't stop himself from throwing his arms around Regal, even if the older man looked uncomfortable. "Thank you, sir!"

Dean released his death grip on William Regal and it was Abby's turn to hug him, more gently than her husband.

"You take care of him." He said to her with a fatherly grin. "He has a tendency to find trouble. He did find you after all."

"Dean!" Roman called from across the bar and waved for them to join them.

"Go on." Regal said, "It's your day. Have fun."

Dean shook Regals hand and again thanked him before he and Abby joined their friends for more celebratory shots.

They ate and danced well into the early hours of the morning. Paige caught the bouquet and Seth caught the garter, which made for an awkward moment as the pair had begun dating only a few short weeks ago.

Finally, everyone had left and Dean and Abby were headed to the honeymoon suite Roman and Seth had gotten them as a present. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, even in the elevator.

They reached the room and he swept her into his arms. "Tradition is tradition." He said and carried her over the threshold. "Mrs. Ambrose."

Inside, they both got a good look at the room and their jaws dropped. Red roses were everywhere, candles were lit, and music was playing softly in the distance. "You think they are trying to tell us something?" She asked with a smirk.

"Knowing those two, yeah probably."

He walked her to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. He leaned over her and kissed her before grinning wickedly. "I have been dying to get you out of that dress all day."

She laughed, "Good luck. It took me an hour to get into it."

He slipped his hand under her skirt and found her spot, earning a beautiful gasp from her lips. "I'll just have to do it this way."

"Dean..."she moaned as his fingers went to work. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, and her shoulders. She had her fingers in his hair in that way that turned him on so much.

He stopped using his fingers and climbed under her long skirt. She laughed as he disappeared beneath the fabric and removed her panties but gasped when she felt his tongue find its mark. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the mattress and held her there as he licked her. She was getting close as her breathing increased and her moans became louder and louder. He loved those noises. She finally reached her climax and called out his name loudly.

He emerged from under her skirt smiling and crawled onto the bed. She sat up and instructed him to get her out of her dress. He started unbuttoning the back, got frustrated, and ended up using his pocket knife to cut her free. She didn't even care and tossed the gown aside before pushing him onto his back and straddling him as she began unbuckling his pants. She pulled him free and positioned him at her entrance before lowering herself onto him. He cried out with a curse as she began to move. He pushed himself up so he could kiss her body as she moved up and down on him.

Somehow she managed to unbutton his shirt and pull it off, before raking her nails down his chest. "I love you so much." He said to her and she leaned down and kissed him.

He used the distraction to flip her onto her back so he had the upper hand. He quickly pulled his pants off and discarded them before entering her again. They moved together as if they were made for each other. Finally, they both cried out as they peaked together.

They laid there for a few long minutes, trying to catch their breath. He looked down at her and smiled happily before kissing her again. He'd never get tired of that.

Stephanie McMahon sat at the wall of monitors and watched. She watched every one of them go about their day as if nothing were about to happen. She watched the wedding and wished she could have been there to ruin the special moment. The time wasn't right. She had seen everyone drunkenly party until the bar closed down, and could have struck then. The time wasn't right.

Then there was the wedding night. Yes, she watched that, listened to every moan and cry the couple made when they thought they were alone, saw every action and thrust. She felt a pang of sadness remembering her own wedding night, which caused her blood to boil. She looked forward to ruining their happiness.

She heard her name from behind her and turned. Standing there was her number one bodyguard, Wade Barrett. He was looking at her quizzically. "What, Barrett?" She snapped at him.

He cleared his throat and diverted his gaze to the floor. "We have found out that William Regal has given Dean a honeymoon to Venice. They will be alone."

She felt the smile spread across her face, wide and calculating. Now was the time.