The sequel to The Royal Wedding.

My eyes were shut as we cruised down the road. I had been up all the night previously riding shotgun for Jessica, the only person besides Sam allowed to drive the sacred '67 Impala.

Yes, I had driven her before and yes I had paid for it. But as it was done to save all parties involved in the crisis it was much less of a punishment than had the circumstances been…less lethal.

Our hunts had been pretty basic ever since I became Queen of Druids and banished King Typhus to the deepest regions of Hell. My husband, Neal Caffery, con-man extrodinair, thief after (and of for that matter) my own heart, and drop dead gorgeous protectorate and I had been keeping in touch the only way we could with his whole FBI consultant gig going on.

It usually consisted of writing coded letters and sending them by way of familiar, though I would occasionally call. What can we say? We love the classics.

I crooned unconsciously in my sleep thinking of my love. And seriously, what girl wouldn't? He was a gentleman, handsome, understanding, and generally perfect. And he was a thief. A plus in my book.

I didn't know where we were going. No one would tell me. At this point I didn't care. No druid needed my assistance or they would have sent their familiar to find me and Neal didn't need a protector or he would have sent an urgent message via our link.

I wasn't like my sisters. My protectorate wasn't a hunter (or as in most cases another magical creature for example mother and father. Mother a druid father a warrior demon) No he was just a thief and not honed to our ways. Plus he was still a consultant for the FBI. He loved his job, understood. Mine was just as vital if not more, and besides we talked almost non-stop when we could anyway. That consisted of us both being awake not being super-busy (a.k.a. stealing something or in battle.)

As it were I was doing the next best thing to mindspeaking with him. (The first best thing was being with him). I was dreaming of him. We were dancing. It's like we were always dancing. We liked dancing. It made us feel truly together. After all it's how we met. We were just about to kiss when black clouds surrounded us.

"Aww! Come on!" I screeched. I couldn't even kiss him in my dream? I spun around and came face to face with a druid floating above the ground.

"Majesty," her tone was sharp.

"Yes, can I assist you?" I asked, standing up straighter upon realizing this was a dream vision.

"I am Druid leader. Mirta MacCallum of the MacCallum druid clan."

"Tis an honor."

"I wish I could say the same."

"Pardon?"

"I was in line to be Druid Queen. I see they did give it to the born princess though. Too bad you are nothing but a mongrel Halfling. You aren't worthy of the crown and I will see you freed of your burden. I will find you Your Highness and I will get my crown. Even if I have to kill you for it," she muttered, fading in the clouds.

I jerked awake, sweat on my brow, gasping for breath. I clutched my fist to my heart willing it to be still.

"Lindsey, what's wrong?" Melinda asked, touching my arm.

"Neal not live up to your expectations?" Dean asked laughing.

"Shut up, Dean," Sam said sternly in my defense. Jessica, who had been giggling at Dean's remark, opened her mouth ready to jump down Sam's throat and in general "protect" Dean, when she spied my face.

My look of terror had turned to one of contemplation. Melinda knew this look and voiced it.

"What did you see?" she asked knowing it was a vision.

"Well, let's put it this way. You guys aren't as popular anymore," I said, still thinking. Dean slammed on the brakes. Thankfully we were on a back country road. Also thankfully we were all wearing our seatbelts.

"Is it Typhus?" Dean demanded turning around in his seat. Yes Jessica was his wife and he loved her most, but we were all family and treated each other as such.

"No," I stated simply. There was silence for a moment.

"Then who?" Jessica asked.

"A druid. Called herself Mirta MacCallum," I said, still thinking in a daze, "Said she was originally supposed to be Queen and she'd kill me if necessary for the title."

"The Hell that will happen," Dean growled. Jessica nodded sharply.

"Lindsey, when this job is over we're headed back to New York," she said.

"Huh?"

"If she wants your throne she'll go to any means necessary even threatening your protectorate." My heart came careening to a halt.

"Oh mercy of Valhalla! Neal!" I shouted both mentally and physically.

I'm right here, what's wrong?

I'll tell you when I get there I said

You're coming home?

As soon as we are finished with these wendigos yes I said.

Nice, any special occasion I miss?

No, just…just stay safe and tell me if anything suspicious happens.

Is something wrong?

Nothing to worry about for now. Just keep me posted and stay safe.

Of course. Now get some rest, you sound exhausted.

I will. See you soon.

Be careful. Love you.

Love you, too I said, the connection winking out.

Well there is the first chapter of the newest story The Druid Queen.