Enjoy the last chapter!
Epilogue to come
Dean bounced onto his bed, his wide smile meeting my eyes as I giggled. He was wearing his Fed threads, and I'd never seen him so happy.
"We're hitched, baby. Ya ain't gettin' rid of me now," He said with a smirk in my direction. I thought back to our personal and intimate ceremony that had taken place right in the backyard of our cabin. With only Crowley, Sam, Cas, a lovely girl named Charlie, the spirit of a spry man named Bobby, a very sweet man named Chuck, and of course Dean and myself in attendance the ceremony was perfect.
It was a sunny day, a warm day, and the breeze brought with it the soft scent of heather and lilac. When Sam had walked me down the aisle, Dean had turned to face me and his smile had faded quickly. At first I'd thought he was disappointed with my long wavy hair threaded with little purple flowers, but when Sam had leaned in and told me I looked perfect, I saw Dean's eyes glint in the sunlight. He wasn't disappointed; he was awed. His green eyes were shining brightly with unshed tears, and when I reached out my hand towards him the crinkles around his eyes appeared as he smiled at me like it was the first time he was ever seeing me.
There were quiet murmurs as Crowley told us to ready our vows to be shared. They were short and sweet on both sides, because Lord knows Dean was a man of few words, but the simple promise was prominent from both of us: I won't leave.
With the cheers filling the air around us, we'd kissed, Dean bending me over his forearm to kiss me deeply and romantically.
The birds had chirped in sync with my happy tears, and I was absolutely elated in that moment.
"Baby? Why ya smilin' like that?," Dean asked from behind me, his fingers working at the buttons that lingered on the back of my neck. I startled, leaning back into him as I sighed.
"I'm happy. Thank you."
"No, thank you. You came back for me. No one has ever come back," He whispered against my hair as he inhaled deeply and kissed the tender skin below one earlobe. The words hung in the air between us like a rain cloud and I inwardly cringed. The truth was a terrible thing, a real thing.
No one has ever come back.
My simple dress that hung to the floor in layers of silk fell forward as Dean freed the buttons holding it in place. I caught it with my hands, smoothing the cool material down my front.
Dean stepped away from me and I caught his eye. He scratched the back of his neck, peeking at me from beneath his long lashes.
"We never...talked about this part," He said cautiously. I blinked.
We'd never talked about sex.
Oh my God.
I cleared my throat and let the dress fall to the floor at my freshly painted toes.
Dean's eyes widened as he slowly appraised me with his sexy bedroom gaze.
Starting at my little red toes and moving to my fishnet clad thighs, his eyes strayed towards the lace thong and garter belt I was wearing and only widened further when they finally met my transparent bra. I stepped out the dress silently, crossing my arms across my chest.
This was the part I'd dreaded.
Dean had held me, sure, he'd seen me.
But never in the light.
Never had he seen the scars that lined my body, I hadn't had the guts to show him. Of course, those green eyes weren't trained on the raised areas of scar tissue I was so ashamed of.
Instead of saying something, anything, Dean stepped towards me and gently pulled my arms away from my body.
"Don't hide from me, baby. You're the most...beautiful thing I've ever seen," He said softly.
I blushed and he smiled, reaching behind me to gently tug my hair out of it's loose braid and pluck the flowers out of my hair.
His gaze didn't leave mine as he dropped the flowers to the floor. I nibbled on my bottom lip as my wavy hair fell forward. Dean's skilled fingers threaded through the tresses.
"You're so perfect. What the hell do ya seen in a man like me?," He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the edge of my mouth.
He didn't seem to mind that my body was imperfect or that I wasn't his usual type- the bleached, fake, bimbo type. I was natural, soft, uncomplicated.
What I wondered, was what the hell a strong, courageous man like Dean Winchester saw in a wallflower like me.
"Don't say that," I murmured, pressing my mouth to his. His soft lips came to life beneath mine and I sighed into his mouth. His strong hands fell to my waist as he wrapped his arms around me.
Too much.
He was wearing too much clothing.
"Off, please," I whispered.
Tugging on his arm, I helped him strip out of his shirt and pants. His tie fell to the floor in a gentle spiral, landing on top of his wrinkled shirt. His skin was warm and familiar beneath mine, his palms calloused and rough just like they'd always been.
It still marveled me, how such gruff hands could touch me so softly.
So tenderly.
Wrapping my fingers around his jaw I heard his sharp intake of breath when our tongues touched. Like a strike of lightning between us, the heat grew to an overwhelming crescendo. Dean's teeth chased the fear right out of me as he nibbled on my bottom lip as his fingers followed the lines of my garter belt right around to the curve of my ass. His hands cupped my skin firmly, hoisting me up against him, bringing our bodies closer than ever before.
His cock was hard against my stomach, his chest was heaving with the breaths he was struggling to take. As heat pooled between my thighs, his skin was sticky beneath my fingertips.
One hand buried itself in my hair and I felt a powerful yank that made me yelp and Dean smirk as his mouth traveled along the lines of my neck, sipping and biting and nibbling as they went.
"You're so fuckin' sexy," He breathed, his teeth finally yanking my earlobe into his wet mouth.
I shuddered, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck and arching into him.
His hard body was wrapped around me like an old afghan, smothering me in his scent.
With a snap of his wrist, Dean had my garter belt removed. It fell to the floor next to my feet, making no sound as the lacy material got tangled up next to us. Dean watched me closely as his hand snaked into my panties, drawing a gasp from me.
"Damn, you're wet for me, ain't ya baby?"
I could only moan as his skilled fingers ghosted over my tender flesh.
Finding their way inside of me, two of Dean's fingers threatened to make me see stars.
I cried out his name, writhing against him as his tongue melted against the warm caverns of my mouth. With no effort at all he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bed, our bed, laying me down gracefully.
His green eyes were so hazy his pupils were near gone, but their intense color only seemed brighter in the dim lighting.
I watched, mesmerized, as Dean slid out of his boxers.
As if he was afraid to touch me, he lifted one small foot into his hands, and gently pried one of my thigh highs off.
My hands fisted in the bed beside me as he removed the other one, tossing it over his shoulder before he leaned forward to press a kiss to the sole of my foot.
Words weren't needed when our eyes met again.
I could see plainly how much he loved me.
I sat forward and pressed a kiss to his abdomen, which bunched beneath my lips. I loved the hissing sound he made as I wrapped my hand around the length of him and gave him one solid stroke. I moved to wrap my mouth around him, but he stopped me.
Pushing me back gently, he shook his head.
"Tonight's about you, baby."
I wanted to argue, but he stopped me by climbing over me and pressing a kiss to the swell of my breasts.
With a precision that made me slightly nervous he removed my bra completely before sucking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. I gasped his name, buried my hands in his hair, and moaned as he sucked and loved on my body. Moving from one breast to another he made damn sure that pulse between my legs was throbbing.
He removed my panties.
Yes, yes, yes.
"How ya feelin'?," Dean whispered as he moved south, his tongue dipping into my belly button.
I breathed his name like it was the last ounce of oxygen I would ever get.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, my fingers tugging harshly on his sandy locks.
He grinned up at me, shaking his head.
"Believe me, baby, I don't plan to."
That grin made my pussy clench in a way I'd never felt before.
Dean dipped his tongue into my wet folds and I thought I would explode.
Heaving, I cried out, palming the sheets beside me.
He didn't stop though, no, he wrapped my thighs around his face and dug in like I was his last supper.
Like I was a delectable dessert, and he was a starving man.
Like he was back in hell and my pussy was the only thing that could save his tainted soul from eternal damnation.
"I love you," I moaned, shaking my head back and forth as what would most likely be the most intense orgasm of my entire life crested beneath my fevered flesh.
I felt the tingles start in my knees and work their way upwards as my mouth fell open and said orgasm threatened to ignite my whole world into flames.
My spine stiffened, pressing me harder into Dean's face.
Oh...
My...
"Mm, wait for me, sweetheart," Dean whispered, spreading my trembling thighs wider. Sliding two fingers into my pussy, he extended the length of my orgasm by who knows how long as he let me ride it out on his practiced fingers.
When it was over, and I was positive I had nothing left to offer him, he pressed his cock inside of me and a whole new dizzying sensation threatened to overtake me.
He fit inside of me so perfectly.
He dropped his forehead to mine and kissed me deeply, his rough fingers gliding over my skin. He cupped my cheeks in his hands as he thrust inside of me over and over, whispering sweet nothings in my ear that sounded a lot like promises that he'd fulfill or die trying.
"Tell me ya won't leave me again," He whispered into my mouth.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I shook my head fervently.
"Never. Never," I vowed, kissing him hard.
He didn't seem to mind, no, because he was grinding his hips against mine and pressing me down into the mattress, hitting my g-spot just right.
"You're it for me," He said softly, kissing me.
I didn't know what to say; I had no idea how to tell him he was my everything.
"I love you," I told him fiercely, accepting his lovemaking like it was what I craved.
My sustenance.
My life-force.
He was my life-force.
I felt another orgasm crash through me, making me quake against Dean.
He wrapped his arms tightly around me as his thrusts became hard and clumsy, as he too found his release.
His hold on me tightened as he came, telling me under his breath that he loved me too.
With his forehead pressed to mine, he rolled us on to our sides.
"Are you okay?," He asked me after a moment of silence. I took a deep, shaky breath, before I answered.
"That was amazing."
His green eyes met mine briefly as he nodded.
"Yeah, it was."
Everything fell into place as we remained silent, holding onto one another like our lives depended on it.
I think they did, honestly.
We needed each other in a way that not many people experience.
We were soul mates.
Honest to God, fated, soul mates.
Dean's fingertips traced the scars that seemed to shine under the dim lamp light.
"You know I would never lay a hand on ya, right? Not unless you asked me for it?," He whispered.
I blushed, trying to cover my body up, but he stopped me.
"No. These scars only remind me of how beautiful ya are inside," Dean said.
"I know ya wouldn't hurt me," I whispered.
He smiled into my hair then, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I wanted to ask him why he was smiling, but it was obvious; we'd made it.
We made it.
Against all odds, everything we'd been through had brought us to that very moment when everything suddenly made sense.
I suddenly made sense.
The End