Forty years.
Forty very long years had passed. Flashes of red fire light, screeching, screaming, cries, blood curdling gasps, rusty hooks, knifes, blades, chains, blood, flesh sizzling, crumbling, ice cold stabs, and darkness. For Dean, who had lived a good twenty-eight years knowing the deepest darkest ways of the world, have seen and things beyond his wildest nightmares. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't fight it, all of this was happening over and over again like a bad dream he couldn't escape. Not for one waking moment did it end. The pain was unforgiving, and he was terrified. Creatures, demons, and monsters all had their time with him and over and over again once they were done with him, it would start over again. They cut him, bled him, skinned him, and took him apart piece by piece. They raped him, hung him, and made him finally a horrible deal to stop the never ending torture that didn't let up. He took it, a broken being, and turned the tables, taking souls and doing exactly what these monsters had done to him. The horrible part of it was...he was starting to enjoy it.
Flashes of screaming light spread across his wide bloodshot eyes. Blood was sprayed on his face, and the creatures were coming again. While this happened, he tried his hardest to hold onto the few good memories he had. The only ones that honestly kept him from going insane and turning into one of these things. He thought of his brother...and of Lucy. They were alive, he had done this for them, they could live...and would never know what a horrible place this was.
Then...
His eyes snapped open.
The flashing red light and screams were gone. His head pounded loudly and for a moment his entire body went in shock. It felt as if he had dropped onto a pile or bricks and his entire body stiffened in shock. The last few things that raced through his head was laying on that floor and having those hell hounds rip him apart. How it felt to have his chest ripped wide open, warm blood gushing down him as he laid there helpless, screaming feeling their claws dig into him.
He laid there for a second, his eyes growing wide and adjusting to the darkness. For a moment he thought it was a trick. That this was just another level of hell he had gone into and the worse was awaiting him. Then, the warmth and inclosed air hit him. The feel of his stiff limbs, the feel of being trapped.
It then hit him.
He was alive and buried...
He gasped for air, his lungs burning as he hit the top of the wooden coffin. His hands felt along the length of the coffin. He had no idea how he had gotten here, or how he survived. His chest and limbs felt fine, and he didn't know exactly how long he had been here. Maybe it had all been a horrible nightmare. Maybe none of this was real...
He reached upwards, he had little to no room as he coughed and felt the planks of wood. Whoever had built this had rushed and it wasn't very well put together. He dug his fingers into the grooves of the wood and pulled forward, dirt exploding downwards like a million stones. Fighting forward, he pushed upward with all his might, fighting through the pouring soil.
Moments later, after clawing and struggling he felt his hands rip through the surface of the tangled up grass and dirt. Pushing forward, the light hit him like a truck and he snapped his eyes shut gasping. Wiggling upward, he couldn't believe he had gotten out of there. He knew how reality worked and that he really should have been trapped, buried alive down there. Again a horrible feeling filled him, what if it was all a trick? What if this was the demons way of just fooling him? Some cruel way to make him believe it really hadn't happened.
Digging himself out, he used the last of the strength and rolled backwards onto the ground. His hands were filthy and his finger nails were torn and bleeding. Laying there he stared up at the slightly over cast sky and took in deep gasps of air. He hurt all over, and his throat felt so dry he thought it might get locked up. He laid there, before looking around.
That's when he knew something was wrong.
Slowly standing, his knees shaking he looked around.
All the trees in the surrounding area had been torn down, blown apart by some force.
He was alive...he had somehow escaped...but how?
That evening...
Sam, Bobby, and Dean stood together in the small apartment room Sam had been renting. They had figured out that someway, some how...Dean had escaped the pit. Something had pulled him out, the same something that left that ugly welt hand print on his arm. Sam hadn't been able to make a deal.
So the question was still out there...
How...and why?
Dean felt as if he was in a dream waiting for any moment to close his eyes and be back in that nightmare.
Standing there, Bobby mentioned he might know somebody who could help figure out who pulled Dean out. But at that exact moment, the only true important thing was the only other person after Sam that he had been wanting to see. Looking over, he walked over to Bobby. His eyes anxious and nervous.
"Where is she Bobby?"
He couldn't believe he had waited until now to ask. Bobby softly smiled.
"She's at her store..."
Dean felt his heart race before he smiled.
"I can make it there in less than a day if I hurry..."
Bobby nodded touching Dean's arm.
"Go, we'll meet you there."
Dean looked at Sam before sighing.
"No...we should go track this person down...that's important, we need to figure out why I'm back."
Sam walked over shaking his head.
"Dean, we'll ride together and go see Lucy on the way...she's you're wife...you deserve to see her."
Dean nodded feeling relieved.
"Have you guys...heard from her?"
Bobby nodded.
"Here and there, she's been staying at her shop...she didn't take what happened to you that well..."
"Yeah, she wasn't the only one..."
Sam mumbled. Dean looked at his younger brother before he looked back at Bobby, his eyes wide.
"You don't think Lucy..."
Bobby shook his head.
"No, if they weren't willing to make deals with Sam, they wouldn't with Lucy, besides she knows better."
"Yeah well, I wanna see her and ask her myself."
Bobby nodded.
"Well let's go..."
Dean drove the Impala, feeling as if he was in Heaven. Never before had he honestly found so much pleasure and happiness in such simple and little things. Breathing fresh air, driving his car, listening to music, and sitting beside his baby brother.
He drove into the darkness, finding himself speeding. All he could think about was her. As they drove, Sam eyed how fast he was going and smirked.
"We should call..."
Dean shook his head.
"No, I just want to see her...if I call she'll panic and might get herself hurt. I want to see her in person..."
Driving onward, Dean made a silent promise to himself that no matter what he was going to never leave his Lucy again. That they would finally be the husband and wife they always should have been. He promised that now he was back, he would never let her out of his sight.
Hours later, right before dawn the Impala reached the front of the store. Lucy's jeep was parked up front. Dean lifted his eyes, looking at the darkened windows and felt his heart flutter again.
"I'll take the car and check in at that hotel down the street, call me whenever you're ready."
Dean smirked.
"Listen Sam..."
Sam shook his head.
"Dude, go see you're wife...and don't worry, from this point onward it's just the two of us."
Dean softly smiled before he shook Sam's arm.
"Thanks Sammy..."
Sam smiled before Dean got out, slamming the door. Sam shifted over to the driver's side, waved and pulled out. Watching the car go down the dark street, he turned and stared up at the store. After all that time down under, he never expected to see himself standing here.
Taking a deep breath he crossed the street and went to the front door. Taking a deep breath he pressed the call button and waited
Standing there he waited before pressing it again. He hoped he wouldn't scare her. A million thoughts raced through his head, and he remembered the look on Sam's face when they first looked at each other. He didn't want to scare her, he just wanted to see her...and tell her he loved her.
Finally a click sounded and her voice, the voice he had longed to hear again came over the small speaker, sounding slightly half asleep.
"Um, hello?"
Dean bit down on his bottom lip and didn't say anything. Instead he pressed the button again and waited.
After a minute or two he heard her coming down the stairs, he never felt so nervous before in his life. Standing there he waited before he heard the front door's locks click before she opened it and stood before him. She stood there wearing shorts and an old long T-shirt. Her hair back and her face clean and gorgeous.
Dean took a deep breath before she stared at her. Right away her eyes widened before her mouth opened and no escaped sounds came. She looked as if she had been hit with a pile of bricks. She stood there in the dark doorway, looking as all color left her face.
Dean smiled, his heart was racing and all he wanted to do was hold her.
"Hey Lucy doll..."
Lucy stared at him in utter shock before blinking for a moment.
"You're...not real."
She said, her eyes wide and filling with confused tears. Dean saw how heart broken she looked before he shook his head.
"Lucy...it's me."
Lucy stood there before slowly shaking her head and backing up.
"No..."
Dean stepped forward.
"Lucy..."
Lucy just stood there frozen before Dean stepped forward and stared down at her, his eyes studied her pale scared face before he reached forward and gently wiped her rolling tears with his thumb. Lucy looked up at him before he felt her entire body shake.
"Is it...really you?"
Dean slowly nodded before Lucy snapped her eyes shut and began to sob.
"Lucy..."
Dean tried to hold onto her but Lucy stepped back and shoved him violently. Shaking her head she glared at him.
"What are you?"
Dean slowly began to walk towards her as she backed up, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Lucy, it's really me. Call Bobby or Sam, their staying right down the street..."
"NO!"
Lucy yelled before spinning around and running for the counter. Before Dean could even reach her she grabbed what appeared to be a silver knife from the counter and turned around, throwing it at him. Dean ducked just in time, before she threw another one. This knife struck one of the wooden beams which was just a few inches away from Dean's face.
"Whoa!"
Lucy held her last knife and circled around him, keeping him at a distance.
"Are you some kind of demon?"
Dean held his hands up in defense.
"Lucy it's me! It's Dean, you're husband. Um, we got married using fake Ids, my father caught us at the motel 120 a few days later. Whenever I was around each year we would pick a day to celebrate you're birthday at the lake. I taught you how to drive on the Impala...we just got remarried right before I died at city hall...I call you my Lucy doll...I once said you're eyes remind me of what I remember my mothers' was like..."
Dean couldn't think of really anything else to say for proof, half of their relationship was either being apart or fighting.
Lucy stopped and stared at him before grabbing a small glass vial on the counter and throwing it in his face. The water splashed against him and Dean shut his eyes expecting it. Sighing, he waited before Lucy's eyes widened as he wiped his face and looked at her.
"It's really me Lucy..."
Lucy stood there for a moment and Dean thought she was going to faint. She shifted from one foot to another before her eyes began to water and she stared at him, biting down on one lip.
"It's...you?"
Dean came forward as Lucy looked up at him, he saw she was shaking as she controlled her tears.
"Am I dreaming?"
With that Dean wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. Holding her close, he carried her to the counter before he sat her down. Lucy sat there, confused before taking his face in her hands. Looking, she seemed scared to death.
"Let me look at you..."
She said, locking eyes with him. Her gentle hands cupped the side of his face before looking him over, one hand running down his chest before bringing him in close.
"How?"
Dean shook his head.
"I don't know..."
"Sam and Bobby...they know?"
Dean nodded smiling.
"I came to see them today, their staying at the hotel down the street...Bobby is trying to figure out what pulled me out."
"Do you don't think Sam..."
Dean shook his head.
"Did you?"
Lucy shook her head as well.
"I tried...but no...I didn't."
Dean softly smiled, looking into her eyes and feeling his hands shake.
With that Lucy hugged him tighter, nuzzling her face against his shoulder and taking deep breaths. Dean held her as close as he could before pushing her back.
"Dean..."
Visions of the flashing light, the blood, the screams killed his head.
Dean wasn't listening, instead he pushed her back and quickly almost in a frenzy began to yank down her shorts. Lucy sat up, still holding him as he ripped the fabric and tossed it to the floor. Feeling himself getting hard, he didn't even give her a moment to try and talk. Instead he quickly yanked down his fly before pushing her back on the glass counter.
Pushing her down, he grabbed her legs and spread them as fast as he could. Fumbling, he pulled himself out and went in between her legs. Standing there, he pushed down his own jeans before guiding himself into her.
"Dean wait..."
But he couldn't he needed her now and he needed to block out this horrible visions. Pushing himself in, he nearly came from the warm tightness he felt inside of her. Taking a second, he adjustment himself before pushing forward.
Lucy's body stiffened before Dean raised her legs up high and pushed again.
"Dean..."
"Shhh, Lucy..."
Dean mumbled as he raised her legs higher and sunk into her. Holding onto her shoulders, he forced her to lay back before pumping him into her roughly. Lucy laid there as he lowered his head and went into her again, again, and again. Finding a quick pace, he began to go into her as quick as he could for a full minute. Lucy's legs simply hung on each side of him slowly and gently shaking as he held onto her.
The flashes kept coming.
Trying his hardest to block them out, he snapped his eyes shut and just after a good minute, he felt himself stiffen and come. Unable to hold back he loudly moaned before lowering his head.
Lucy laid there for a moment before gently touching his back. Dean raised his head, his face flushed and embarrassed.
"Lucy...I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."
"Shhhh..."
She gently pressed her finger against his full lips before pushing him gently up. Pulling himself out of her, he saw the mess he had made and rolled his eyes.
"Jesus, I feel like I'm fifteen again..."
Lucy smiled, looking at the tattered remains of her shorts before wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Bring me upstairs...if this is a dream I really don't want to wake up."
Dean nuzzled his face against hers.
"You think you're dreaming?"
"I just me...only in a dream Dean Winchester would be a one minute man."
Dean never thought he would laugh again after the things he saw and did, but he couldn't help it. Laughing as hard as he could, he picked up Lucy and hurried up the stairs as she began to kiss him.
Upstairs, both were in a frenzy to undress each other as Dean nearly tripped going into her bedroom. Both fell onto the mattress and sat up undressing each other before Dean pulled his shirt off.
Lucy stared at his arm for a moment with puzzled eyes before Dean looked over. Gently, Lucy's thin fingertips touched the horrible welt and her eyes drifted up to him. Dean shook his head.
"I don't know..."
Sighing, Lucy looked at it closer before gently touching the pinkish ugly scared skin.
"You think it has something to do with why you're here?"
"Maybe...that's what Bobby and Sam are going to help me figure out..."
Lucy looked at him before Dean brushed back some of her hair with his free hand.
"I'm never leaving you again Lucy Doll...I promise."
Lucy watched as Dean pulled his wedding band off his right hand and put it on his left. This was just something they had done when they were younger. Part of it was because they didn't want anyone or anything to know they were married, and second, it just felt right on the other hand. Lucy smiled, seeing the small tan line it left on his right hand before she leaned forward and gently kissed the welt.
"Bobby and Sam are taking you someplace?"
"Yeah, I want you to come...Bobby knows this chick that can maybe figure out why I'm here..."
"Do you...remember it?"
Lucy asked looking up at him. Dean stared at her in the thin darkness of her bedroom and felt his heart ache. If he was going to tell anyone, he knew he should tell her. Lucy had never judged him and understood how messed up he really was underneath it all. Somehow after all these years their understanding grew stronger than anything else. But he remembered how he had lied to Bobby and Sam, and knew it wasn't the time.
Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around her and made the two of them fall backwards on the bed. Lucy laughed as Dean began to kiss her neck.
Later...
Dean was on top of Lucy, they had been going at this for hours. It would be dawn soon, and never in Dean's life had he had sex so many times in such a short period of time. Sure he had a few weekends in his past he could look back on, but this was different. He was with his wife now and things seemed more vivid. More real...he had escaped hell and now even if this was just some horrible trick, he was making the bets of it before retuning to that nightmare. Never before did he feel so alive. Each touch, kiss, stroke made his body feel as if they were being stabbed by a million pins and needles.
He kept pushing away all those horrible visions and they seemed to fade each time he held her.
Dean laid on top of Lucy, her legs spread as he dully thrusted into her. She laid underneath him, her arms around his back, holding him close as his ass pumped up and down. Lucy herself seemed drained. Orgasm after orgasm finally made her lay back exhausted and almost unable to move. Sweat rolled down her pale face and her hair pooled around her.
Dean laid there, his chest squishing her breasts as he panted and kept going into her.
This time around had nearly been an hour, Dean remembered having marathons, but this had lasted the longest. He just couldn't seem to come. Going in and out of her, he knew his body wouldn't let up until he had finished. Lucy laid underneath him, squirming and gently kissing him as he worked away.
"Damnit..."
He mumbled as Lucy looked up at him.
"What?"
Dean had to laugh at himself.
"I'm still hard here..."
"You can stop if you want, God knows we set a new world record..."
Dean looked down at her as he kept going into her.
"Am I hurting you?"
Lucy shook her head.
"No, it feels wonderful...just don't over do it...you need some sleep..."
Dean shook his head gritting his teeth.
"Shhh, I'm almost there...hold on..."
Making sure her legs were as spread as possible, he kept going in and out before after fifteen minutes he felt himself coming close. Laying down he buried his head into her shoulder and lifted himself in and out before finally the wave of pleasure hit him.
"Oh God..."
He mumbled before finally coming. When it happened, Dean's entire body felt numb. Taking a second he laid there, emptying himself out completely before lifting his head. Lucy stared up at him and kissed him.
Dean smiled down at her.
Kissing her, he opened his mouth and laced his hand with hers and pressed down against her. Even if this was a dream, or a vision and he was in fact still in Hell, he didn't care. At this exact moment he felt happy and very much alive.
He stayed inside of her a moment or two longer before pulling out. He felt sore now and about as drained as he ever felt. Rolling over, he laid beside her. It was Indian summer, and her ceiling fan was on. Laying there beside her, he tilted his head back against her pillows and took a deep breath. Lucy hiked herself up on one elbow and rolled her body against him. Dean's eyes shifted over to her and reached over, taking her hand and squeezing it.
"You okay?"
Lucy smiled and nodded.
"I'm more than okay...I'm wonderful."
Dean smiled and couldn't help but get the urge again to want to roll on top of her and have sex again. Instead he smiled at her, he just wanted to lay here with her and relax. Even though it had in reality been four months, he knew in his heart it had been much much more. He never thought he would see her again.
Lucy stared at him.
"So what happened Dean..."
Dean raised an eyebrow as Lucy let go of his hand and began to rub his flat stomach up and down. The cool feel of her palm felt wonderful. Laying back, he sighed.
"I don't know...last thing I remembered was being ripped apart by the hell hounds, then waking up in that pine box Bobby made for me. I somehow was able to dig myself out since the grave was shallow and stumble to Bobby's."
"You're lying."
Dean stopped and looked at her. There had been so many times he had looked closely at Lucy's face but never before did he really see how much he knew her. How her skin was a creamy healthy color. How sometimes her eyes appeared different colors and in the dim darkness of the bedroom they appeared to look almost gray. Her dark hair, which had been cut so many times he had lost count. The only person that even looked slightly like him was the reaper who tried to take him the first time in the hospital. He knew every inch of her, and he expected she knew him just as well.
Dean stared at her before Lucy bit down on the bottom of her light pink lip. Sighing she leaned closer. She seemed of peaches and clean shampoo.
"How bad was it Dean?"
Dean knew he couldn't lie to her, but he wasn't about to tell her the whole truth.
"Bad...horrible in fact."
Lucy stared at him, pity and heartbreak showing in her eyes before she shook her head.
"Will you tell me?"
Dean thought about this for a moment before shaking his head.
"Someday, but not now okay?"
Lucy nodded.
"Okay, deal."
Dean smiled at her before Lucy leaned over him and touched his burn mark.
"Bobby thinks you can figure out what pulled you out?"
"He says so..."
"I haven't seen Sam...how is he?"
"As good to be expected...you wouldn't believe it, he put one of those Ipod jacks in my baby."
Lucy softly laughed.
"How dare he..."
Dean took her hand and held it again, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers before seeing her wedding band. Smiling, he looked at her and both locked eyes.
"I never want to be apart from you Lucy...I mean it."
"I know you do."
"After everything that's happened...I don't want to loose you again."
Lucy laid across his chest and nodded.
"I know..."
"You think we can finally let ourselves me Mr. and Mrs. Winchester without killing each other?"
Lucy thought about it for a second before laughing.
"I think we can try."
Dean smiled at her before Lucy raised an eyebrow and looked down at Dean before making a face.
"Wow..."
Dean sighed.
"What can I say...I really missed you."
Laughing, Lucy kissed him.
A few hours later...
Dean tilted his head back in the large over stuffed chair Lucy had in her kitchen. On top of him, was Lucy who was arched back and taking in large gasping breaths. Dean had his arms wrapped around her, digging his fingers into her back. Sweat rolled down Dean's face as he held onto her and finally lowered his heart and shuttered.
Lucy collapsed on Dean, gasping for breath. Dean laid back in the chair before nuzzling Lucy's face.
"Come on again..."
Lucy sat up straight and looked at him as if he was crazy.
"How can you have any fluids left in your body?"
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Dean gave an exhausted smile before Lucy slipped off Dean and walked across the kitchen naked. Glancing at the clock across the stove, she shook her head before grabbing her rope which was hung over one of the chairs.
"When are we meeting Bobby and Sam?"
"Around noon."
"Good, come on."
Dean grinned sitting up.
"Moving to another room?"
Lucy gave him a look which made him laugh before she went into the bathroom. Moments later he heard the water running.
Lucy drew him a nice steaming bath and eased him into the water, gently kissing him. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she used an old washcloth to gently rub his chest and shoulders as he soaked in the steaming relaxing water.
Tilting his head back, Dean sighed.
"I get it...I'm in heaven now."
Lucy laughed before running her fingers through his damp hair and kissing his forehead.
Once that was over, she brought him back to the bedroom where she dried him off. Making him lay down, she snuggled in beside him and put her arm across his chest.
"Sleep now...keep away the bad dreams."
Dean softly smiled watching her and laid back. He was too wired to sleep, half afraid if he closed his eyes for even a second he would return to that nightmare. Instead he found himself drifting off. Laying there, listening to Lucy breath he wondered what exactly had brought him back...and why?
The next morning...
The screaming, his bloodshot eyes shifting from side to side. The flashing light, the creatures, the pain...
Dean awoke.
His eyes opened and right away reality shifted and for a brief moment he didn't exactly know where he was. His heart pounded in his chest and that's when he knew it had all been a dream. Laying back he took a moment to let himself adjust to where he was. He found himself in Lucy's full sized bed. He was naked underneath the smooth feeling cool sheets. Underneath his head was her plush pillows. The ceiling fan above was still slowly spinning.
Sunlight poured in through the curtains and Dean blinked. Shifting upwards, he reached to touch Lucy but found her side of the bed empty. Instead he heard the shower going in the next room. Smiling, he laid back before glancing at the ugly burn mark on his arm. This made him feel unsettled, and sick. Taking a moment, he laid there and listened to the sound of the shower. Smiling, he thought it would be nice to go join her.
His body felt worn out, he hadn't had so much energy in what seemed like a lifetime. Lucy had left little love bites up and down his chest, and his thighs felt sore. Lifting the sheet he looked down at himself and smiled shaking his head. Last time he had so much fun in just a few hours was when he was a teenager. Laying there he knew he needed to go to the bathroom and threw the sheet back. Standing up completely naked he stretched, and walked across the room.
His bare feet felt good against the wooden floor before he opened the bathroom door and felt the steam hit him. Looking in he smiled, seeing through the clear shower curtain he saw Lucy showering. Her hair was pinned up and she was softly humming. Smiling he shuffled over to the toilet and held himself before starting to urinate. Glancing over, he smiled seeing Lucy's body through the plastic curtain slowly move back and forth, swaying her hips as she stood underneath the shower head. Humming the same tune, he smiled before finishing and shaking. Standing there he bit his bottom lip before smiling and reaching over and flashing.
Right away Lucy jumped back and screamed before yanking back the curtain a bit and sticking her head out.
"Dean!"
Dean laughed holding up his hands.
"I'm sorry babe I had to."
Rolling her eyes Lucy put the curtain back before Dean smiled. Looking down at himself he grinned and walked over to the tub. Pulling the curtain back, he smiled at her before Lucy turned, in the middle of soaping herself up.
"Yes?"
Dean smiled.
"I'm looking for a Mrs. Winchester, have you seen her?"
Lucy stood a second.
"Humm...Mrs. Winchester, sorry...haven't seen her."
Dean grinned before looking at the shower head.
"Mind if I get in one this?"
Lucy smiled, stepping back.
"Sure, come on it."
Smiling, Dean stepped into the tub, drawing the curtain closed behind him. Smiling, he put his hands on her hips and began to lean down and kiss her. Their lips parting, Lucy smiled up at him before the water soaked the two of them. Dean smiled looking down at her before wrapping his arms around her.
"Dean?"
Lucy asked, smiling. Dean held her closer, kissing the top of her head.
"Shhh...I just wanna hold you for a sec."
They stayed that way until the water turned iced cold.
An hour before Sam and Bobby came to pick them up, Lucy and Dean had dressed. Dean asked what Lucy had been up to and Lucy had been honest, all she had been doing was minding the store and doing less and less hunts since Bobby was worried about her.
"Did you see Sam?"
Dean asked from the table before Lucy poured the pancake batter onto her griddle. Turning she shook her head.
"I tried a few times but he wasn't taking what happened that well...in fact...none of us were."
Dean sighed, he felt horrible having left them alone like this. Sitting in Lucy's bright kitchen he knew he wouldn't make the same mistakes. Sitting there he sighed before looking around.
"That garage downstairs, why don't you ever park your jeep in there?"
Lucy shrugged as she flipped the pancaked over. The kitchen was beginning to smell wonderful.
"I do sometimes, mostly when it snows. The alley is always empty so I usual y park there or up front."
"What's in the garage?"
"Just some storage, I've been meaning to clean the place out...plenty of room, the last owner had some old antique car and there's a lift in there she left."
"Really? I never knew that."
"Yeah, she said her cousin or boyfriend or whoever used to work on the car in there all the time."
"Humm..."
Lucy walked over with a plate stacked with pancakes that were dripping with syrup. Placing them in front of him Dean smiled and looked up at her.
"Trying to make me loose my figure Lucy doll?"
"I can only wish..."
Dean grinned before Lucy put down a plate of bacon and eggs as well. Going to the fridge she took out a tall glass of orange juice and poured it for him before setting down her own plate and sitting across from him. Dean never felt so hungry before in his life. Taking a bite he closed his eyes and moaned making Lucy laugh.
"Lucy doll, you always did cook the best...man I missed this."
Lucy smiled before taking a sip of her own juice.
"There's plentiful where that came from, I'm surprised I haven't lost it. God knows the last time I cooked a real meal."
Smiling Dean ate, asking her more and more about the garage downstairs, finally Lucy raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you so interested?"
Dean shrugged.
"Well I was figuring, maybe I can could that into a real garage. I could make some extra money fixing up cars down there and help you run the store."
Lucy looked at him as he gobbled up his food.
"Seriously?"
Dean looked up.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Lucy smiled before shaking her head.
"What about hunting?"
Dean shrugged.
"Might be slowing down on that for a while..."
"Really?"
Dean shrugged.
"Once we figure out why exactly I'm back...yeah, why not. God knows I've been talking about how I could never settle down and be normal...why not now?"
"But Dean, hunting is your life..."
Dean put down his fork and shook his head.
"No, hunting is all I've ever known. You...my wife...your my life. After what happened I now know what's important. I'm not saying we'll quit this cold turkey...but we make a good team. We could hunt together like the old days...maybe figure something out and during the off time I could run the garage and help you mind the store...I mean we can't be running around like this forever."
Lucy looked amused.
"I never thought I would see the day that Dean Winchester would be talking about the future..."
Dean smiled.
"I'm full of surprises...so what do you think?"
Lucy shrugged.
"If we can make it work of course..."
Dean reached across and touched her hand.
"We will make it work, no more excuses and being apart. We're married...so let's act like it."
Lucy nodded.
"I don't want to loose you again Dean..."
"You won't."
Lucy nodded.
"All right then...let's do this."
Smiling Dean nodded, for the first time since all of this happened his mind was at lease. He was comforted and he knew now that he had a future to look forward to. A future with his wife.
Later...
Pamela was trying her hardest to flirt with Dean as they stood in her house. Lucy meanwhile, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt simply stood back amused.
"Might be you're gain..."
Pamela said after Dean commented on her tattoo. Dean blushed before shaking his head.
"Sorry hun..."
He held up his hand showing his wedding band. Pamela looked at it with amusement before glancing at Lucy who stood back with Bobby.
"You're one lucky gal...got one handsome husband."
Lucy looked at Dean smirking.
"Yeah, he seems to think so."
That night Pamela's accident happened. Her eyes were burned out of her head and she said a name...
Castiel.