A/N -Ok, so I realise it has been like...3 years since I published anything. I wish I knew why, I just kind of lost my flow and then life in general took over I guess.

I have to say it's strange reading over something you wrote a few years ago. I forgot I had it in me. Feeling very motivated now. There may be possibly 2 installments of this story left and then it's done (although I do have a third story in mind, always did. Time will tell). This chapter is a bit of a filler again and kind of goes from gloomy to soppy to nearly steamy but hopefully it's relevant. I hope those of you who followed this story/series when i first started out haven't gotten so bored of waiting that you don't care anymore. All the same, the story will be finished by the end of the week for sure. Remember this story is set around Season 5 so a little bit behind with the actual show.

Chapter Twenty Four

Sam ran his hand through his hair and took another gulp of the beer he was holding. He didn't care that it wasn't even noon yet or that Dean might come along any minute and complain that his feet were on the hood of the Impala. The day was bleak, the clouds overhead blocking out any sun that might potentially pass through almost as though the sun itself were afraid to break the effect. Sam sighed and looked up at the house. He could see the window to the room where he had spent his wedding night with Molly, a thought that made his heart skip a beat if it were possible for one's cardiac organ to do so. It was a stupid figure of speech but it was the only way he could describe it.

When the light had sifted through the curtain, Sam had woken up almost straight away. He had had a dreamless sleep but he didn't feel rested. Taking a few moments to watch Molly as she slept he had made sure not to wake her. Fingers trailing gently over the bare skin of her back as it rose and fell slightly with each of her breaths, he wondered if he could get away with leaving then and there so that they didn't have to go through the pain of a good bye.

He had known the instant he thought it that he wouldn't be able to. The closest he had gotten was sitting outside on the front of Dean's car.

'Hey,'

Dean's voice grabbed his attention and he turned to look over his shoulder at his brother. Sam, unable to think of words to say simply nodded his hello before taking another gulp of his drink. Dean reached into the cool box in the back seat of the car and took a bottle for himself, twisting the cap off with ease and knocking back a large gulp.

'You didn't get enough to drink last night?' Sam asked, attempting to smile. It felt out of place on his face, like it didn't fit.

Dean shrugged. 'We were celebrating.'

Sam felt his smile soften as he thought about yesterday. It had been everything they could have hoped for with a last minute ceremony and at least he knew he could go to hell with the memory.

Dean motioned for Sam to move aside so he could take a seat next to him on the car. One of the clouds shifted slightly, allowing a sliver of early morning sun to pass through. The beam trailed up the middle of the hood between the two brothers as though preparing them for their separation. Dean placed his hand on it feeling the warm before the cloud shifted again and it was gone. He looked at Sam who was gazing up at the sky, an almost unreadable expression on his face.

The epitome of a condemned man.

A sinking feeling hit Dean in the stomach so rapidly it caused actual pain. He knew that feeling better than he should. The first time Sam had been killed and he had held his brothers gigantic limp body, Dean had felt that feeling. There were no adjectives to attribute to it. There were several that came close but none that seemed to do it justice.

Sam turned his head and looked at Dean. No words passed between them but they didn't need to say anything. Sam knew what he was thinking and vice versa. Dean put his beer bottle to his lips and took a long drag on it. Sam smirked and shook his head, turning away to take a swig of his own. The emotional moment between them, as always, broken by Dean's amusing personality. Broken for now. The real goodbye would come later.

'So where's Molly?' Dean asked, clearing his throat and appearing to swipe a stray piece of something from his pants leg.

'I left her sleeping,' Sam said, draining the last of the beer from his bottle.

'You wore her out, huh?' Dean wiggled his eyes brows and chuckled but it sounded humourless.

'Hey!' Sam exclaimed, jovially giving Dean a nudge so that he nearly slipped off the side of the car. 'Have some respect, that's my wife you're talking about.'

Sam tried to ignore the feeling in his chest when he said the word wife. Tried to ignore the knowledge that he wouldn't have months or years of introducing her to people as his 'wife'. The label had a time limit mere hours before she went from wife to widow. Although technically he would still be alive, wouldn't he? Just in a different place. The technicalities of it gave him a headache so he tried to focus on what Dean was saying instead.

'Your wife,' Dean said, pointing with his beer bottle. 'Is looking mighty hot for someone who just fell out of bed.'

Sam followed where Dean pointed and couldn't fight back the smile that ran across his face. Standing on the porch, wearing Sam's tuxedo shirt as a nightshirt was Molly. Her make up from yesterday appeared to still be intact and her thick black curls fell naturally around her shoulders. Sam wondered if she was just that perfect in his eyes or if she had used her trickster abilities to make herself up before she came downstairs. Either way he didn't care. She was his. For now.

She smiled and waved to them before tiptoeing down the porch steps and heading towards them. It was only as she got closer that Sam could see how sad that smile was.

'Dude, you're a lucky son of a gun,' Dean said, hopping down from the car.

Sam watched as his brother turned his head to look at him briefly, the expression on his face suggested he felt that had been a stupid thing to say. Sam shrugged and patted Dean on the shoulder.

'This is as lucky as we get brother,' Sam said glancing up at Molly who was almost within earshot. 'And I'm still a lucky son of a gun.'

Dean cracked a half-smile at him and turned to head back to the house, stopping only briefly to dash a kiss of greeting across Molly's cheek when they crossed paths.

'Good morning,' Molly said, the sad smile still on her face as she reached Sam.

She stepped close to him and he moved his knees so she was standing between his legs as he sat on the car. For once their faces were almost at the same height. He leaned down to toss his empty bottle into the cooler before reaching for her face. Sliding both hands across her cheeks to tangle his fingers into her hair, he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips against hers.

They stood like that for a few moments just holding each other, kissing. Sam wished it could go on forever but he knew it wouldn't be long before he had to go. Reluctantly he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

'Good morning yourself,' he said, lost for what else to say.

Molly smiled, trying to ignore the painful sadness inside her, and pressed another quick kiss against his lips. They stood silently for what felt like forever until she finally decided to bring up the subject.

'So today's the day, huh?' she said, kicking herself mentally for being so casual about it.

Sam lifted his head from hers and focused his attention on twisting one of her curls around his finger. He nodded.

'Yeah, I have to get going soon, pick up supplies and then head out,'

Molly didn't miss the 'I' and called him up on it. 'You mean we?' she said, firmly hoping the fear that was beginning to rise up inside her wasn't obvious in her voice.

Sam met her eyes for the first time and shook his head.

'No, not we, you're staying here. I can't take you with me' he said, hearing his break slightly.

Molly stepped back, anger rising up inside her. 'You can and you will,' she demanded in an attempt to sound strong but the waiver in her voice gave it away.

Sam hopped down from the hood of the car and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace.

'I'm sorry,' he said. 'I can't risk anything happening to you.'

Molly swiped at the tears that dripped down her face, angry that her emotions were showing.

Sam stepped back and almost winced. He hated seeing the pain this was causing her. It was worse than the pain he felt himself at having to leave her. Gently he wiped the tears from her face and looked at her, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly she pulled him to her and kissed him harder than she had ever kissed him before. He barely had time to recover from the suddenness of it than she pulled away and glared at him.

'Take me with you,' she said, firmly.

Sam fixed his gaze on hers for a moment. It took him a second to realise what she was trying to do. She was hoping her siren abilities would stop him from going. He stared at her for a moment longer, wondering how long she would wait. The determination in her face just made him love her even more. No supernatural interference involved. The thing with love was that sometimes you had to compromise.

Molly hadn't realised she had been holding her breath, waiting to see what happened until he said 'OK.' She exhaled loudly and smiled. Maybe this supernatural ability wasn't so awful after all. It had its uses. Not that she intended to make a habit of using them on Sam again. Not that she had the time to do that.

Sam stepped forward and pulled her into him again, kissing her firmly. She could feel the love in his kiss, as sickly sweet as she knew that sounded. His arms wrapped around her waist holding her as close to his body as was possible. She threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss as forcefully as he gave his.

Suddenly he grabbed her legs and pulled them up around him so that her feet were off the ground and behind him. She pulled her face away from his and looked at him, breathless. His own shallow breathing seemed to match hers. He moved one arm from around her waist and brushed away the hair that had fallen in her face. Her heart was pounding with fear and love and a desperate need to be as physically close to him as possible.

'Do we have time?' she whispered, knowing they really should prioritise with everything else that needed to be done.

The look in Sam's eyes said it all and before she knew it, he was striding back to the house, carrying her up the porch, through the door and up the stairs. She briefly spotted Dean and Bobby standing in the kitchen. They both looked in their direction as Sam went by with her in his arms. At any other time she might have been embarrassed but at that moment in time all she cared about was Sam.

Before she knew it, the bedroom door was closed, her feet were on the ground and they were kissing again. She shoved his coat off his shoulders onto the ground as he began to unfasten each of the buttons on the shirt of his she was wearing. She stood still, allowing him to undress her.

He paused for a moment, his hand poised beneath the collar of the shirt, ready to push it to the ground. He fixed his eyes on hers and she could see the desperate sadness in them. This was their goodbye. Their last time alone together, just them and the love they felt for one another.

'I love you,' he said, his voice barely a whisper, a single tear sliding down his face.

'I love you too,' she whispered back.

His hands moved slightly and the shirt dropped silently to the floor.

A/N - why oh why am I doing this to them? Create/borrow characters then make their lives a misery LOL. I know it's not the best of chapters but the story is nearly over and my ideas for what follows may make you hate me. I hope not...