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Chapter Thirty-Six: Zachariah
"Dean Smith what in God's, name are you doing?" Gemma demanded storming up to him.
"Gemma! What are you doing here? It's not safe!" The executive rushed over to his wife.
"You're having an affair! You don't want to have sex with me!" She accused.
Gemma turned to glare at the man she thought her husband was having an affair with to find he was covered in blood.
"Is that blood?" She asked.
"Uh…no?" Sam responded unsure of how he was supposed to explain that he'd been hosed down because some guy was sliced in half by having an elevator fall on him. Mrs. Smith fanned herself closing her eyes and her husband caught her expertly as she fainted.
"Gemma, where are you?" Emily came around the corner to find Dean fanning his unconscious wife. "Good grief you people are insane! Gemma sweetie, wake up now." Emily smacked her friend across the face bringing the redhead back from unconsciousness.
"Come on let's finish this." Sam said helping Emily help Gemma to her feet.
"Finish what?" The darker girl asked softly.
"Killing the ghost." The young help-tech replied.
"Kill a ghost? You sir need to be institutionalized!" Gemma pointed a finger at him.
Gemma was dragged along to the area where the glove that needed burning was kept. She watched quietly as Emily broke the container with her red stiletto heel. She grabbed the glove from the compartment and held it out to her husband.
"This glove is so, disgusting. I mean really who in their right mind would ever wear-" She was cut off as both her and Dean were thrown in opposite directions.
Sam slashed at the ghost with the fire-poker that they had taken from the Smith's home. Dean got back up and slashed with his own weapon. Emily went over to help Gemma who was yet again unconscious. The ghost appeared by them and Emily screamed.
"Emily!" Sam threw the container of salt towards her and she caught it expertly before throwing some at the ghost.
"Nice catch." The shorter of the two men said.
"Thanks." Emily redirected her attention to Gemma who was starting to come around.
"She okay?" Sam asked.
"She'll be fine…I mean I think she will." She answered nodding her head. The redhead moaned softly.
"Dean…ghost…" The younger of the two women turned to warn Mr. Smith to find he was already in big trouble.
"Emily the glove!" Sam called out. The dark-haired woman tossed him the glove and he quickly set it on fire saving Dean from the apparition.
Everyone looked at each other before Dean made his way to Gemma and helped her to her feet. The redhead looked at her husband before slapping him across the face grabbing her Gucci bag from the floor and storming down the hall.
"I think she broke my jaw." Dean grumbled picking up the rest of his things. Emily chuckled and Sam grinned.
The next day Dean was sitting at his desk when someone knocked on his door.
"Come in!" He spun around in his chair to see who it was and paused. "Gemma." She was wearing a white three-quarter sleeve sweater-dress with black heels. "Honey, I'm sorry about last night…"
"You forgot your lunch." She said placing it on his desk.
"You brought me my lunch?"
"Well I know how cranky you get if you don't eat…and I feel bad for making you sleep on the couch." She apologized.
He nodded and stood up from his chair walking over to her. She looked up at him and he could tell she'd been crying.
"It's all my fault…I've been ignoring you…in fact I saw you more last night then I did all last week." His beautiful redheaded house wife nodded. "Lately I've been…confused, I just don't think this," He motioned to his office, "is what I'm supposed to be doing."
"What do you mean?" Her green-eyes conveyed the confusion she was feeling and he had to look away from her.
"Last night, I…Gemma I love you so much and I want to be happy. I need a change of pace…what happened last night-"
She kissed him lovingly. His hands settled on her waist as he returned the sweet gesture.
"When I thought I couldn't love you anymore…when I saw you fighting that ghost I…Dean I want you so much!" She kissed him passionately and he grunted as he lifted her onto the edge of his desk.
"Ahem?" The clearing of a voice and the soft knock on the open door forced Dean to turn his head.
"Dean, this must be your lovely wife we all hear so much about." His boss entered. Gemma got up to leave but the businessman motioned for her to sit. "Do you like diamonds Mrs. Smith?"
"Well of course…diamonds are a girl's best friend!" She answered.
"Well this is what I'd like to give your husband as a bonus for the year." He wrote down a number and handed it to the couple. Gemma's jaw dropped when she looked at the number and then to Dean.
"That's very generous." Her husband said setting the piece of paper down.
"That's only the beginning! You're destined for great things Dean. It'll take a lot of hard work, lunches at your desk and seven day work weeks but in eight to ten short years you could be vice president of marketing in our Midwestern area." The older gentlemen said.
"Seven day work weeks…" Gemma's expression fell. She barely got to see her husband as it was but if he stayed on the track he was going she'd never see him.
"Actually you can consider this my two week's notice." The younger man said griping his wife's hand below the table.
"Sorry?"
"This isn't for me…I just feel like I can be doing something more with my life. Saving people." He exchanged a smile with the redhead at his side.
The older man nodded before reaching across the desk and touching both Dean and Gemma on their foreheads.
"What the hell?" Dean clutched his stomach. "God, I'm starving!"
"What the fuck am I wearing?" Gemma demanded. "A dress…and it's white! Somebody better have a really fucking amazing explanation for this shit!"
"It's nice to see you two are back to normal shall we say?" The senior executive smiled at both of them.
"Who the fuck are you?" Gemma demanded.
"I am Zachariah. Castiel has told me so much about both of you but I just had to see you two for myself." The angel smirked.
"Can't you sons of bitches just leave us alone? You're just as bad as the demons!" The redhead spat.
"Watch your tongue with me young lady or I'll be forced to punish you." Zachariah scowled at the woman. "You maybe a guardian and the destined mother of Dean's children but don't think that won't keep me from punishing your insolence."
Gemma's mouth snapped shut and she gave the angel a death glare.
"Speaking of children…you two really must get on move on that. At this rate Lucifer could be walking by next week."
"Oh so zapping our memories helps keep him caged how?" Dean demanded. "Or maybe you dicks want the bastard to rise?"
Zachariah chuckled and waved his hand in Gemma's direction. She gave Dean a frightened look and when nothing happened she turned her gaze back towards Zachariah.
"You have forty-eight hours to start the process of producing the next line of Winchester, or she dies." The angel said simply.
"You won't kill her." Dean said stoically.
"I won't?" Zachariah waved his hand in Gemma's direction a second time and she cried out falling to her knees. "Dean, keep in mind that we brought you back. If I deem it necessary to have your sweet little Gemma spend a few years in hell I'll do it and when she's learned her lesson I'll send one of my slower subordinates to bring her back."
Dean looked down at the redhead, who was now coughing up massive amounts of blood.
"You have forty-eight hours." The angel disappeared and Dean bent down next to Gemma who was still coughing up blood.
"Dean…" She gasped.
"Hey it's okay…" He looked up at the ceiling. "Heal her damn it!"
Sam and Emily walked in to find Dean holding Gemma on the floor. The redhead's coughing ceased and she looked at them sadly. Sam brought her a box of Kleenex that was on Dean's former desk and started to wipe the blood from her mouth.
"What happened?" Emily asked.
"Long story short, the angels are forcing me and Gemma to have sex." Dean answered. "Meaning we're getting two rooms tonight and I don't fucking care if the God damn sky is falling you two will leave us alone."
"What if somebody is messing with the Impala?" Emily asked.
"Dean…you don't have to answer that." Gemma smirked at him.
NEXT ON FOR THE LOVE OF A HUNTER…
A complete chapter devoted to Castiel! Yep that's right folks you read that correctly no need to do a double take. Our next chapter features everybody's favorite blue-eyed angel and his complete and total jackass dick of a boss! Will Castiel be able to keep his feelings about Gemma hidden from Zachariah or will the sexiest angel in heaven be called on the carpet? Find out in my next chapter…DISOBEDIENCE!