This chapter is just fluff. Just ooey, gooey, lovey-dovey fluff. Enjoy. ;)

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Melinda woke up when the room was dark. She sighed, stretching, feeling a delicious feeling of relaxation and pure happiness. The lamp clicked on beside the bed, and Melinda, who was laying on her stomach, turned her head to see Dean smiling back at her.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty."

She blushed, and he bent to kiss her. He moved to lay beside her, putting an arm behind his head. She moved to lay her head on his chest, and Dean kissed her forehead.

"You okay?"

Melinda smiled, moving closer to him.

"I have honestly never felt better."
"Same here."

Melinda laid her hand over his heart, and Dean sighed. She picked her head up, resting it on her hand.

"How long was I out?"
"Well, we both slept for about four hours. I woke up a little while ago."
"You shouldn't have let me sleep."
"Hey, it was easier to … uh, explore with you asleep."

Melinda looked at him, confused, and he smiled.

"I found it."
"Found what?"

Dean's smile grew as he moved, pulling the covers down. Melinda smiled and nodded her head.

"You found it."

At the base of her spine, in the small of her back, lay Melinda's tattoo. It was a triquetra, her family's symbol, the one on their Book of Shadows. Dean ran a finger across it, and Melinda shuddered.

"Tell me about it, Mel."

She smiled, pillowing her head on her arms.

"I've always loved the symbol. Used to sit and run my finger over the one on the front of the Book for the longest times. Peyton and I made a pact to get these when we turned 21."
"She has one, too?"
"I had to get her very, very drunk, but yes. She has one, too."
"Same place?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Dean let out a laugh, then traced the symbol with his finger. Melinda bit her lip at first, but the more he just barely touched her, barely grazing her skin with his fingertip… She let out a moan, and Dean moved, bending to press a kiss to the tattoo. Melinda gasped and gripped the sheets on the bed. Dean smiled as he moved up, kissing her shoulder blade. He moved to kiss her neck, moving her hair out of the way, running his hand down her back, then laying it atop the tattoo. Melinda gasped, and Dean smiled, snaking his other hand under her belly, down to—

"Oh my God. Don't stop."

Melinda lay in Dean's arms, with her head on his chest. He was still breathing hard, and her body was still tingling. She ran her fingers over his tattoo and he smiled.

"We've got to get you one."

He echoed the statement he had made earlier, during round one. Melinda smiled, tracing the symbol inked over his heart.

"Tell me about this. I mean, I know you've told me before, but refresh my memory."

Dean smiled, and moved his arm to rest behind his head. His other arm stayed wrapped around Melinda, holding her close.

"It's an anti-possession symbol. Keeps demons out, since, you know, they don't exactly ask before taking over."
"Right. So this little star thing will keep me safe? No demons allowed?"

Dean smiled and kissed her forehead.

"No demons allowed."
"I'm not getting it on my chest."

Dean laughed and Melinda giggled, and he tightened his grip around her.

"Yeah, I agree. I like your chest just the way it is."

Melinda laughed, and Dean ran a hand through her hair. She picked her head up, to look in his eyes.

"Where should I get my little star thing?"

Dean thought for a second, and ran his hand over the places that he named.

"Well, you already have one back here."

Melinda smiled, turning her face to his chest. Dean went on, letting his fingers trail over her skin. Melinda let out a long breath.

"What about here? Shoulder blade?"
"That might—That could do."
"Or maybe here? Your neck?"

Dean laid a hand on the back of her neck, just holding there, until he squeezed, almost massaging it. Melinda took a breath, then lifted her head to crush their lips together. Dean's laughter quickly died off, and he rolled Melinda to her back.

Melinda was lying back on the pillows, running her hand through Dean's hair as he laid on her stomach. He was still trying to catch his breath, just like Melinda. He reached over and laced his fingers through hers.

"I love you, Mel. Today—well, yesterday—was the scariest day of my life. When I didn't know where you were, and then I couldn't help you… I don't ever want to go through that again. I can't lose you, sweetheart. I love you too much."

Tears came to her eyes, and he picked his head up to look at her.

"Hey, don't cry. I can't stand it when you cry."
"I can't help it when you say things like that."

Dean moved up, to kiss away the tears from her cheeks. He laid beside her on the pillows, and she rolled to him, holding him as he held her. She let out a long sigh when he ran his fingers through her hair, and she rubbed her hands up and down his back. Dean kissed the top of her head.

"We've got to go back soon."
"No."

She burrowed closer to him, and he smiled, tightening his hold on her.

"We've got to go back to the real world, baby."
"The real world sucks."

Dean laughed, and kissed her forehead.

"We barely got any sleep, Dean."
"You tired?"

Melinda nodded.

"You wore me out."

Dean let out a laugh.

"Baby, you wore me out."
"Well, that may be true."

Dean laughed again, just soaking it in. For the first time in a very long time, possibly forever, he felt a sense of peace. He was sure it was fleeting, and he'd probably have to face hell again soon, but in that moment, in the big fluffy bed in a nice hotel, holding the woman he loved as close as humanly possible, he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, everything would be all right.

"Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah, babe."
"Before we go…"
"Uh-huh?"

Melinda leaned up, pushing him to his back. She came over him, smiling, and tossed her hair out of her eyes. He just laid there, smiling, until she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

After that, Dean wasn't entirely sure how they both walked out of the hotel. Melinda slept the whole way home. Dean was tired too, but he'd caught his second wind. He decided he'd go do a few things for Leo in the garage, maybe let Melinda catch up on some sleep. She woke up when he pulled into the driveway.

"Hi."

She smiled at him, and took hold of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss, causing him to seriously re-think this whole work thing he had planned. She smiled at him, then climbed out of the car. He shook his head, sighing, and, getting their bags, followed her inside. He set them by the stairs and took her in his arms.

"I love you."
"I love you too, Dean."
"I'm going to go—"
"I know. Work on cars and whatnot."

He smiled and nodded.

"I think I'll get started on lunch."
"Kind of early, isn't it?"
"What can I say? I've got this energy that I just don't know where it came from."

She winked at him, and he started off for the kitchen. She closed her eyes and smiled, letting out a long breath. She made her way to the kitchen, bumping into Dean, who was stopped in the doorway.

"What are you…"

Melinda trailed off when she saw what he was looking at, and her blue eyes grew wide.

"Oh. My. God."
"Melinda!"

Peyton scrambled to pull the blanket tighter around her, which was hard to do, since the blanket was also wrapped around Sam. What Melinda could only imagine to be a very naked Sam, wrapped up with an equally naked Peyton. Sam turned to face them, putting Peyton behind him. Dean was just shaking his head, and Sam cleared his throat.

"H—hey you guys. Did you have a good night?"
"Well Sammy, I could ask you the same thing."

Peyton groaned, putting her forehead against Sam's back. Melinda sighed, and gave Dean a push.

"You, go outside. You two, get your naked asses out of my kitchen and into some clothes, please."

Sam went to open his mouth, and Melinda held up a hand.

"Don't. I don't want to know. Just … just go. Please."

Dean kissed Melinda once more before walking outside, a smile on his face. Sam turned to pick Peyton up, and he carried her out of the kitchen, blanket and all. Melinda shook her head, finally letting out the laughter she'd been holding in, and turned to start cooking.