A/N: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. I thought I would throw a hand at Supernatural because I love writing about the paranormal. And of course, why should I pass up an opportunity to write about the adorable Winchester boys! If you like it, PLEASE let me know—the reviews help with the creative process. I hope you enjoy! The intro is the setup, so please read both it and Ch. 1 Abs

"What are we doing?" she giggled, walking clumsily through the sand dune. "It's dark, I thought you were going to bring a flashlight?"

A hand reached from behind and clutched her waist, "I thought it would be more romantic this way. A moonlit stroll on the beach," he pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Mmm," she sighed gently pulling away, "a wine kiss. The best kind," she tugged playfully on his hand and continued walking toward the water.

The couple only stopped momentarily at the dunes' edge to remove their shoes. The moon was full, and the air was warming with the imminence summer. The humidity that accompanied June nights, was just threatening the May temperance, and the smell of saltwater and sand filled their nostrils. "Perfect night for a stroll," he pulled her close to his side, his fingers still intertwined in his.

"Yeah it is," she smiled still perfectly aware that they were not walking in a straight line down the water's edge, "Look Matt, we have been making a wobbly line of footprints down the beach," she giggled again, "I'm glad we walked here from the house. Driving would have been a very bad idea."

He twirled her around so that they were both walking backwards, "well, now we can admire where we've been," the pale blue light of the moon reflected off the water, "and wander blindly backwards into the future."

"Together," she suddenly became serious and stopped moving. "I love you," she lifted her hand to his face when the light of the distant lighthouse caught the sparkle on her finger.

"I love you too, Leigh," he let his lips find hers with a softer touch, "Thank you for saying yes."

"It was an offer, I couldn't refuse," she laughed through her Godfather impression. Matt smiled and kissed her again, this time moving his hands up the back of her shirt and lifting it over her head. "Well, Matthew Cleese, are you sure we're alone?"

"Do you see anyone?" he unhooked the back of her bra. Leigh smiled and let him as they moved closer to the ocean. "Feel like a swim?" Matt smiled after undressing himself and stepping into the surf.

"A swim," she followed him hand in hand, a mischievously knowing smile on her face.

They waded into the water until they were waist deep in the waves. Matt turned her close to him as they floated up and down on the tide in each other's arms, "I'm thinking four kids," he kidded in between kisses.

"Only if you'll be birthing them," Leigh kidded playfully biting his lip.

"Ouch," he laughed, catching movement on the shore behind them. He stood still and watched the dunes.

"What's wrong?" she clung tighter to him, "I was only kidding. I thought you liked it when I'm rough," she tried kissing his neck.

"Shh," he quieted her and continued to watch the shape moving on the shoreline. He crouched down in the water and pulled Leigh with him, "There's someone on the beach."

"Oh no, I hope it's not your dad."

"It's not my dad," Matt quieted. The silhouette was motionless, transfixed on the couple in the ocean.

"This is weird, Matt. I don't like it," Leigh squeezed his shoulder more tightly. Under the waves, she could feel his hand griping her calf. "You don't have to grab my leg so tight, I'm not going anywhere either."

Matt's eyes widened, "I'm not touching your leg."

"Sure you are, there's a hand wrapped around my…" she didn't get to finish the sentence. She disappeared under the water.

"Leigh, that's not funny," he reached his hand under the water to pull her back to the surface, probably smiling, but couldn't find her. "Leigh!" Matt stood up, full height in the water, "Leigh!" he yelled again thrashing around searching the ocean floor with his feet and the water with his hands. He kept calling her name, searching, "to hell with the person on the beach, I don't care if they see me naked, my fiancé is missing!" he thought.

The figure backed into the dunes, as stilly and quietly as it had appeared, the moonlight reflecting off its yellow, hollow eyes.

Supernatural…