Okay, so I got a question...
As soon as I'm finished writing the next chapter, I'm going to write the wedding. I'm planning on writing it from Dean's POV, but I'm not sure if I should have it from Soph's POV as well. Well, at least the reception.
What do you think?
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DEAN
"At least let me do the laundry," Soph protested, trying to sit up. But I held her down with a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to lay down. She wasn't going to do anything but to sleep.
Damn it, she scared the hell out of me when she fainted like that, and I never wanted to experience it again. She had woken up after a few seconds, and spent forever trying to convince me she was okay. She was just tired after the long day and the stress, that's all. I still didn't believe her.
At least she wasn't pale anymore. Just like Sam had said; she really didn't look well when she walked into the kitchen. All pale, and her eyes were dull. But now she had life in her eyes again, and she had regained the color on her cheeks.
But I still wouldn't let her do anything. I could handle the laundry. At least, I thought so.
"Let me take care of that, and you sleep," I said, and saw her giving in.
"Okay, fine," she sighed, and I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. Then I rose and walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where she had the washing machine.
I filled it with clothes, and then all I had to do was to figure out how it worked. God, I hadn't handled one of these since... forever. Sam always handled the washing machines when we were out hunting, or Soph did it.
And when we were here, Soph did it.
So, no, I hadn't used one of these in years.
"Okay, let's see," I said to myself, searching for the right buttons to push. When I did, I also made sure the machine started. It did.
"Well, that wasn't so hard."
With a pleased smile on my face I walked back to the bedroom to tell Soph I had done just fine but I stopped in the door and sighed. When I had left, she had been on her back but now she had turned around so that she was on her stomach, her face against me. One arm was under the pillow, and the other one was in front of her face. She was already asleep, and I wouldn't wake her.
God, from all the stress and pressure she must be right about her being tired. But was that really why she had fainted like that? I liked to hope that it was. But she had never fainted before, and I was worried.
She had eaten, and she drank two glasses of water. What was the trigger?
And why had she told both me and Sam to walk out into the kitchen like that?
I couldn't get any answers on my own, and I would just have to wait until she woke up.
But seeing her sleeping made me realize I was more tired than I thought. I hadn't been sleeping for what felt like days, so I walked into the hall and locked the door before I walked into the living room where I found Sam.
"She okay?" he asked, closing his laptop.
"I don't know. Did you find anything?"
"I might know who the ghost is."
"Who?" I asked, sitting down. I didn't think he'll find anything so soon. We left the restaurant an hour ago.
"I checked out if any of the owners died right before the disappearances started."
"How many?" From the way he said it, it had to be at least one.
"None," he answered. None? Then how did he know who the ghost was?
"Then what did you find?"
"Right before everything started, the owner decided to tear it down. And so my guess is that..." he said, but I finished the sentence for him.
"Harrison Gordon is doing this. He's the one who built it, and probably doesn't want it to just... disappear."
"No, probably not. But there is one problem though; he's cremated."
For some reason I felt relief with that fact. I just wasn't comfortable with burning the remains of Soph's relative.
"So, there has to be some remains in the house or somewhere else," I said. There could be remains pretty much everywhere. Great.
"Most likely in the house. But it might be anywhere," Sam confirmed.
"We got a lot of work. And then of course, we gotta keep Ed and Harry away from there."
"And they are probably not gonna go just because we tell them to. Speaking of Ed and Harry, they never got to talk to Soph back there."
"Yeah, I know. But I don't care. And I need to sleep, and so do you. We haven't been sleeping for what? Nearly thirty hours?" I said, and rose when I heard the phone ring. I found it in the kitchen, and picked it up. It was Tess. Soph was supposed to have a dress fitting today, but I told her about what had happened earlier and she told me to tell Soph to just call her later. Then I unplugged the phone. We didn't need to be disturbed right now.
"See you later," I told Sam as I walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I kicked off my jeans, and laid down on the bed next to Soph. I wrapped one arm around her before I put my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes.
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I woke up a few hours later, noticing that Soph was very much awake. At least she wasn't in bed.
And I heard noises from the kitchen. So with a sigh I climbed out of the bed and shuffled into the kitchen.
And found Sam.
"Where's Soph?" I asked, waiting for a response.
"Shower," he said without turning his gaze from the laptop, so I turned around and walked toward the bathroom. Outside I heard the water running, and I felt the urge to take a shower. So I turned the doorknob down, walked inside and locked the door behind me. Soph didn't notice me, or she did and ignored it.
I could see her silhouette behind the glass walls, but I couldn't see her clearly because of all the steam.
I was still tired, but figured I could just sleep later. I knew the hot water wouldn't help, but I still pulled my shirt over my head and let my boxers fall to the ground and then opened the glass door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I took a small step closer to Soph and snaked my arms around her waist.
"I thought you'd sleep longer," she said softly, leaning her back against my chest. I rested my chin against her shoulder, breathing her in and placing a kiss in the crook of her neck.
"The bed was lonely without you there," I murmured, seeing a smile playing on her lips. She looked a lot better – even normal. When I looked at her now, I could see no hint of that she had fainted earlier today. She looked rested, happy.
"You okay?" I asked anyway, making sure.
"I'm fine, Dean," she tried to convince me, and it worked. Not just because of the way she said it, but also because of the way she looked so much better.
"You scared me back there," I said after a short moment of silence. I heard her sigh, and then she turned around in my embrace, wrapping her arms around me and meeting my eyes.
"I know, and I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have let myself get so stressed, and..." she said, but I interrupted her. I knew what she was going to say, but it wasn't her fault.
"It's not your fault. Y'know, maybe we should have just moved the wedding to the end of august – it would have given you more time, and you wouldn't have get this stressed. Maybe I could have helped out more..." I babbled, knowing I didn't really mean what I said. Sure, we could have picked another date. But the truth was that, if it was possible, I would have married her right now – right here.
I couldn't wait, and I really wanted these two weeks to pass as fast as possible.
And I couldn't really have helped out more, because frankly I had no idea of what I was doing. And because Soph was stressed, she was just annoyed and irritated at me because I had no idea of how to plan a wedding. How to make one thing work with the next.
I could do a lot of things, but this was not one of them.
I knew Soph felt bad because she was irritated, but I didn't care. It was who she was, and to be honest it was sort of cute. I knew she didn't mean what she said sometimes, so it really didn't upset me.
And seeing these small flaws in her made me love her all the more. It's insane, but it's the truth.
"You don't mean that," Soph hushed me. She didn't say it like an accusation – she was just stating the truth.
"Now, I know it's only two weeks left, and it's last minute, but I want to invite Ellen and the rest," she changed the subject. She was serious, I knew that. I don't know why, but for some reason we hadn't really thought about them. Sure, we had everyone else. It was Tess and Rob, and their families, it was Bobby, Sam, some of the people from Soph's restaurant...
Sam and I didn't really have many people that we knew, that was close enough to be called family... That's why it was mostly Soph's family and friends. People she trusted, people she counted to be close to her.
I mean, we did say just family and the closest friends, right?
And, in a way I guess Ellen, Jo and Ash was close to us. I knew Soph had become close to them during the few times we had been there during these two years. Even Jo, despite the way she was the first time they met. But she liked them, and they were nice. They also counted as close, in a way, since they knew everything about what we do and everything like that...
Seriously, why hadn't we thought about them before?
"That's a good idea," I agreed and leaned my forehead against hers, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. It was all I could reach if she didn't stand on her toes.
Sometimes it could be a little bit annoying that she was so short, but mostly I really didn't care. Soph had always been short, and I found it adorable.
But, it could be hard when we kissed, which is why I most of the time just lifted her up so that she wouldn't have to stand on her toes.
But for the soft, small kisses, I didn't mind leaning down so much.
"And I was also thinking about something else," she said, our foreheads still against each other.
"Mmmh, and what is that?" I said, and I had a feeling it was something I wouldn't really... like very much. But I would probably agree.
"About waiting," she replied, and I knew what she meant. When she had said we would wait until after the wedding after the school thing, I knew she had been joking. But now she was serious.
Now, I didn't like it, but then again, it was only two weeks.
Before I had the time to really think about it, she spoke again.
"It's just two weeks, and it's not like we can sleep with each other for like a week, starting tomorrow. And then it's just another week, right?" She was right about that, too.
For some weird reason I didn't really understand, I had always known when she had her period. I mean, okay now, because now we were together, and now I knew there was times we couldn't sleep with each other. But, even before that, I had known for some reason. It's not like she had ever told me 'I'm getting my period tomorrow' when we were just friends, so I had no idea of how I had known. I just had.
And I mean, you could set a clock after that thing. So we both knew that from tomorrow – no sex.
And then it was just a week, right? It wasn't three months. And maybe the waiting would really make it better, who knew?
"You know, I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," I mumbled. "So what, no sex starting today?"
"Right," she said, but she wasn't really into the conversation anymore. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glancing down on my lips every other second or so.
I chuckled, because it was so obvious what she wanted, and then I leaned down more and kissed her soft lips. Her arms traced over my chest, locking behind my neck and pulling me closer at the same time she reached up on her toes to make it easier for me.
"Maybe we can just start tomorrow," she murmured between the kisses, causing me to smile. I knew I had the power to make her change her mind completely, but I wouldn't do that. I knew she wanted to wait, so we would wait. Starting tomorrow.
SOPHIA
"Sam's still here," Dean said, pulling me closer to him, and I knew he really didn't care about the fact that his brother were still here. And to be honest, neither did I.
But a part of me knew that we really shouldn't be doing it with Sam here, it was just a lot better to wait until he had gone. And hoping it would be soon.
I kissed him for a few seconds without saying anything, but when I did, I still didn't break the kiss completely.
"We shouldn't – not right now," I didn't even know if he understood what I said, because the kiss was getting more intense and my lips never left his as I spoke.
He kissed me for a long moment before he suddenly broke the kiss. He had more strength than I did.
"Right, we shouldn't," he agreed, and when I opened my eyes and met his, filled with lust, I knew he wanted this just as much as I did. Maybe more. "Not right now," he added.
"Besides, we're in a shower," I said, trying to convince myself we shouldn't do this right now. Not that a shower had stopped us before... Okay, stop thinking about it, I told myself and turned around. His lips were distracting me.
I heard him chuckle as I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, to distract myself even more. I had already washed my hair, right before Dean came inside, but who cared? It wouldn't hurt me to wash it one more time...
Fifteen minutes later Dean and I got dressed and walked out into the living room together where we found Sam. I listened as they put up a plan about this night, and found out that it probably was my relative who was the ghost. In a way, that scared me for some reason. I could put a finger on why, though.
Sam stayed for another hour, and I ordered food that we ate right there in the living room.
I was just about to get out of the couch and throw the empty pizza boxes away when Sam announced that he was going.
"I better go, take a shower and get some more sleep before midnight," he said, rising from the couch.
"See you later," Dean said at the same time that I said "Bye."
Neither Dean or I moved, sitting next to each other on the couch, until we heard Sam closing the door behind him. The same second we heard that, Dean cupped my face and I closed my eyes as his lips came down on mine.
"Finally," I said against his lips as I locked my arms around his neck and his free hand traced over my side, pulling my shirt up as he did so. Feeling his warm hand over my skin caused goosebumps to rise all over my body. As I lay down on my back, I pulled him with me and the hand that now rested on my waist moved and he put his weight on it so that he wouldn't put it on me. One of his hands still cupped my face, and when I gripped his hair with one hand I let the other one find it's way down his back, getting under his shirt and feeling more of his skin against mine.
I let out a moan as his lips broke from mine for a few seconds, giving us the chance to breathe, and the hand that cupped my face traced down under my shirt and up, resting right underneath the hoop of my bra. When his lips attacked mine again, I darted my tongue out and into his mouth, and this time he moaned as out tongues danced together, just like I knew he would. And that moan made me forget all about the unlocked door, the empty pizza boxes and the fact that I had a book against my back...
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Dean had just left to pick up Sam at the motel, and then they were heading to the Horton House.
I had no idea of when they were getting back. But, to not worry too much I had called both Tess and Linda and they would come over in an hour or so. I had no idea of what we were going to do – just talk I guess. I guess that's what I miss the most when we're on the road – having Tess and Linda to talk to. But, there are phones for that.
Speaking of phones, I was going to call Ellen. I had a feeling there might be a lot of people at the roadhouse, but it was better to call tonight than tomorrow. That would give them more time to get here if they decided to come.
So I dialed the number, and waited. And waited. I was just about to hung up when I heard Ash's voice on the other end.
"Hellooo?" he said, dragging out the last 'o' for a long time.
"Hi, Ash. Busy night?" I asked, already knowing it was. Otherwise Ellen or Jo would have picked up.
"Now, where have I heard that voice before?" he asked, not serious at all. We had become good friends, Ash and I, even though he was a little strange sometimes. But he was nice.
"Very funny, Ash. Now, do you have Ellen around?"
"Oh, Soph, that must be you. No one else would demand something like that," he said, causing me to smile.
"Ha-ha. So, is she around?" I asked again. I could just ask Ash, but it would be easier to ask Ellen. She was in charge of the roadhouse after all. She was the one who could close it down for a few days.
"She's here somewhere..." he mumbled, and then I heard him shouting 'Ellen!' before he returned to the phone. "So, what are you up to?"
"Actually, nothing at all. Dean and Sam are out on a hunt, and I'm home talking to you."
"Oh, anything good?"
"No, not really. Just a ghost making people disappear," I said, and he heard the sour tone in my voice.
"Not helping with the worry, I guess. Now, here she is," he said, and a second later I heard Ellen on the other end.
"Ellen."
"Hi, Ellen, it's Soph. So, how's it going?"
"Busy night, almost crowded," she said, just like I had suspected. There was a lot of noise in the background after all. "Speaking of busy, aren't you busy planning the wedding?" she asked.
"That's actually what I'm calling for. You think you can close the place down for a few days, so we get to see you three down here in two weeks?"
It was quiet for a second before she said anything.
"It's kind of last minute..." she said, and I knew she would have to turn it down. I knew it was last minute, and I knew it would be hard closing the place down, losing a lot of money doing so. "But, to see Dean Winchester get married, that's just something I can't miss. We'll be there."
"August 2," I said, smiling. That's three more friends on the big day. "Actually, my sister and sister-in-law is throwing this bachelorette party for me, and maybe you and Jo wanna come?" I asked, wanting them there.
"Of course we'll be there," Ellen said, and I smiled again. I told her the date, and then she had to go. Like she said, the roadhouse was full of hunters who wanted to get served.
I hung up and walked into the bathroom. Dean might have started the laundry, but there was still clothes to wash.
