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Million Bad Habits to Kick

She and Dean strolled into the vestibule, again one of the last ones to arrive.

But she didn't care.

Nope. Not one bit.

It was probably because Dean's hand was on the small of her back and even though it was normal, it felt so much more intimate. And he was rubbing small circles into the fabric of her flowered sundress.

And it was amazing.

And she was feeling light-headed, but in the good way and she just really didn't want him to stop touching her.

Like at all.

Or ever.

"Glad to see you two could join us." Moira sneered over at the two as they took their places at the table. Amy, Peter, Moira, and Uncle Jim were also around the table. The newly wedded girl was giving her a carbon copy of her mother's facial expression.

But she couldn't bring herself to care anymore.

Because Dean was still touching her.

Even after they had sat down.

"That's a nice dress, Honey." Her uncle smiled over at her, much to Moira's visible disdain.

The hunter looked down at the flowery pink and dark green leaves randomly patterned on the cream fabric. "Thanks, Uncle Jim."

Dean chuckled under his breath and tightened his hold on her bare knee.

That dress had better be nice. It had taken her two tries to get slip the damned thing on.

The first time had been thwarted when Dean had decided to pull her from behind and take her back to their bed.

And then she had to retake her shower - which Dean had insisted on helping her out with. It wasn't really helpful in the long run, but that didn't really matter - because, you know, semantics.

Anyways, Breakfast was being served around the several tables as the newlywed couple began to thank everyone for joining them in their 'special day'.

It was complete bullshit, but - like she had said earlier - she couldn't bring herself to care.

Because this foreign omelette-thing was so good.

And because Dean's hand was still tracing patterns onto whatever conventionally uncovered skin he could get to.

And it was nice.

And she was happy. So happy that nothing being said or done against her could bother her.

And we've been able to make a full circle.

Soon after Amy and Peter finished eating, the two got some of the people to bring them their gifts for them.

Dean leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "We got them something, right?"

She turned into him slightly, so that their noses were brushing against each other. "Followed their registry. Target is a life saver." She smiled at him and he laughed again before kissing her cheekbone and turning back to the couple as they unwrapped a set of china.

They were so much closer now - both physically and emotionally.

And she loved it.

A few more gifts were opened as gazed upon until she recognized the elegantly wrapped item that she had gotten.

"There's no card on it." Amy said questioningly.

"Just open it." Peter scoffed. "Dear." He added as an afterthought. The hunter widened her eyes a little as she watched Amy throw a withering look at her husband before undoing the wrapping.

"It's a," She opened the box and looked into it before plastering a fake smile on her face for everyone else to see. "A knife set." She took the set out and lo and behold, underneath the wooden carrier was a card. "Ooh. There it is!" She exclaimed before opening it.

She cleared her throat before reading the inscription. "'Dear Amy, thank you for-'"

"What about me?" Peter asked indignantly, holding his nose up and looking at the card as if it had taken away his honor.

"They probably just forgot, Dear." Then the girl started up again from where she was interrupted, "'Thank you for letting us into your special day.' Oh, how sweet." She cooed before continuing on, "'Be careful and only use the knives if you absolutely have to. Much love.'" Amy's voice grew more uncertain as she finished the note, ending with the two hunters' names.

Amy looked at her cousin in a mixture of confusion and petulance. Dean turned his face into the side of her neck and tried to silence his snort. The hunter could only smile at the couple.

"Now, I'm being serious." She tried to use an authoritative voice, like a teacher scolding one of her pupils. "I don't want to have to travel back here to do a paper on the young couple that tried to get freaky with a set of steak knives." She smirked at Amy. "Ya feel me?"

Now Dean was slightly shaking against her body, unable to keep himself completely in control of himself. The others around the table just looked at her with astounded expressions. Amy stared at her as if she had grown another head. Peter sputtered and looked down at her as if she was a piece of gum that had found its way onto his expensive boat shoes. Moira looked at her with complete horror. And Uncle Jim actually looked like he was adjusting pretty well to the awkward humor of the situation.

"Just like your old man, you are." He smiled over at her and she smiled back. Dean had moved away from her neck and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles.

"I'm joking!" She laughed. "Please," She begged. "Continue on with the gifts!"

Soon all the gifts were unwrapped - a lot of them were just giftcards - and people were starting to head home from the weekend escape.

She and Dean got up and started to depart as well. But she stopped before the two could leave and turned back to Amy - who was bickering with her husband. She quickly walked up to her cousin and wrapped her arms around the new wife. "Thank you for inviting us." The woman in general tensed up a little bit eased into the embrace somewhat. The hunter pulled away just enough to look at her cousin. "I'm so proud of you, Amy."

"Thanks." The two finally pulled away from each other.

The hunter started to make her way towards a waiting Dean. But a light voice called out to her, prompting her to turn around. "Call us whenever you're in Chicago." Amy said loudly. "We'll do dinner and a show."

"You've got it." The hunter agreed before turning back to Dean and walking back to their room to repack and head back to the Bunker.

She had a smile on the whole way there. Amy didn't totally hate her.

And Dean had reached over the console of the Impala and started to trace patterns again on her hand again early in on the drive back. And he hadn't let go.

And she was happy.


"You know," Dean started as the two entered the Bunker. "Sam won't be back for a couple of days." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"I wonder how we could possibly spend the time." She smirked up at him before pulling him towards her. He lifted her up and carried her to his room, which was only the beginning of their various escapades.


AN: This story was soooooooo long, but I had such a great time writing this for you guys! Oh my god!

I'd love to thank everyone who had stuck with me and this story - it truly does surprise me everytime I get a notification of another review, favorite, or following. All the guest reviewers (I'm looking at you, Sara B.) and the ones who review all the time (RockerPrincess83, serial blogger, Bad Wolf and Timelords, inkdeep, pyroleigh, mamasam, and so many more) need to be thanked - since I haven't replied to their reviews over the course of this story. But hey, review now since the story is done and I'll get to you! (Personally, I just don't want my responses to sound trite and cliché because there are only so many ways to thank someone for reviewing to my stories and I really don't want to come off as impersonal or apathetic to my lovely reviewers.)

Can you guess what the chapters were titled after? What was your favorite part? What part or line stuck with you as you read? I'd love to know!

I've been thinking about branching out to the Teen Wolf fandom - I have a couple one-shots written, but nothing posted yet. Tell me what you think of the idea!

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~Becca