Our day to day routine came back to us easily enough. We'd wake up in our new house, wrapped up in one another after sleeping without a hint of trouble, but that could have been from the copious amounts of sex that we were having now that I wasn't wired for sound and beeping erratically every time he came near me.

"Supernatural" wasn't nearly as much of an aphrodisiac without John Winchester popping up, but Billy didn't actually NEED the extra help. And the show was a fun distraction from the rest of our daily grind.

We planned for our party, Billy getting far more into the details than most people might have guessed he'd be interested in, but his aunt and Terror were coming and I was excited to meet both. Mallory, MM and his family, Frenchie and Kimiko, Hughie and Annie (as she preferred to be called when not decked out in her Starlight get up) were all RSVP'd, along with my parents and Billy and me we were pretty sure we'd have a nice turn out.

"Should we worry about any unexpected fuckers showing up?" Billy was asking as we were meandering through the Mom and Pop grocery store in the nearest town to our house, checking off our shopping list the night before our guests were going to be arriving on our doorstep.

I snorted, thinking he had to be joking since the intel popped up on our desks reminding us just what time of year it was for the supe community. When he didn't chuckle back, I looked up from the fresh veggies I was contemplating to see he was waiting for me to answer him with a seriousness that shocked me. "Didn't you read the memo?" Since he didn't nod or shrug, I giggled. "Oh, babe," moving close to him, since what I was about to impart wasn't exactly something the uninitiated needed to ever know about supes, I crooked my finger so he'd lean even closer. "Herogasm."

His eyes went wide and I knew that he understood the word, if nothing else. "That's this week?" A tilt of my head in answer and his lips quirked. "No wonder you've got more pep in your step, Ronnie, we really have nothing to worry about this week."

"Oh, not just this week, but like at least a week after." The orgy of decadence usually kept the supes sated for two weeks, too fucked out and blissed over to get into much trouble after their flashback to Roman times, we might actually have a little breathing space between us and our caped asshole. "Think of this as a vacation, or at least, time for me to go visit him."

Billy's eyes tightened slightly, fear I knew, that Ryan would lose control again. That he'd accidentally tap into the same power that killed Becca, his own mother, and Billy would lose another woman he loves. "I know why you want to," he was trying so hard to come to terms with it, my need to make sure that Ryan wasn't falling into another trap, a different one, but it was difficult. "I keep flipping about whether I want to be there with you or-"

Leaning into his warmth, I smiled as his arms wrapped around me as naturally as if he was built to hold me. "We have time to decide, Billy, and you know that I will take precautions." The same ones I'd take with any supe, even if I felt that Ryan was far less dangerous than his sperm donor. "I need to make sure he's alright, for Becca."

Billy kissed me, smiling against my lips, and I knew that if we'd been in the city someone would be telling us to get a room. "You're something else, Ronnie." He murmured as he pulled back. "Now let's finish shopping so we can get home and I can show you how much I love you."

We were gathered around the firepit, stomachs more than full, laughing as Terror chased fireflies in the twilight. Saying our get together was a success was an understatement. No one had pulled any weapons. There hadn't been many insults, no more than a normal family might toss out, that is. And the food and drink flowed freely.

"This house is something else," Hughie was saying, Annie cradled against his chest as they snuggled in the deceptively plush seating we had around the fire.

"We like it," Billy agreed, kissing my temple as Terror jumped onto my lap and snuffled into my neck. "Careful, boy, I might get jealous."

I giggled, scratching the silly dog's ears and settling into Billy's arms even as the dog snuggled into my lap and started to snore. "I think he likes me."

"Who wouldn't like you?" Billy whispered in my ear.

"Ronnie tells us you're watching 'Supernatural'," Annie offered, her eyes glittering as she looked across the fire. "I hear you have issues with Daddy Winchester."

I bit my lip, thinking I shouldn't have had that last drink while freshening up the fruit platter earlier. "Daddy Winchester, is it?" Billy's voice rumbled through me and I felt the laughter growing in me. "He looks like a pansy."

"I don't know, I mean, I had eyes on Dean, but John wasn't bad looking." Annie's grin was growing and I shook my head. Hughie was squinting behind her and I had a feeling he was trying to think if he'd seen the show and who Dean was and what he looked like.

"Dean looks a bit like that Soldier twat you dated before Hughie there," Billy offered, and my eyes snapped shut. Shit. "Guess you have a type."

"What show is this again?" Mom for the save, thank God.

"No idea," Mallory offered, trying to figure out how to diffuse what clearly was a situation that might go south fast. "Supernatural something or another, wasn't it?"

"It's called 'Supernatural'," MM offered, grabbing his phone and tapping at it. "The dude that has Billy's boxers in a twist is in 'The Walking Dead' and was on-"

"'Grey's Anatomy'," his wife chimed in. "Oh he was Denny, remember, that sweet funny guy who died?"

"Oh my god," my mom's eyes went wide. "I LOVED him in that. My friends at the club and I wanted to start a letter writing campaign to get him back, somehow, some way. I mean those soapy shows always have twins and weirdnesses, right?"

"'The Walking Dead'?" Hughie looked interested. "What does he play on that?"

"Negan," I blurted out and all eyes locked on me. "What?"

"Ronnie is his biggest fan," Billy growled, and I felt a very familiar tightening down low. "And who the fuck is 'Negan'?"

Frenchie's face broke out in a huge smile. "Negan is the big bad, or was. He has a baseball bat named Lucille after his dead wife, it's wrapped in barbed wire. He's insane, or he's crazy like a fox, but he's very popular as well. Especially with the ladies." With this last shot, he tilted his head at me like a salute. Shit.

"Denny?" My dad was a few beats behind us, but he was catching up. "Is that the one who you were sobbing over for days?" He was staring at Mom for confirmation, which he got. "Dear God, I remember thinking you'd lost your mind when you finally told me he was fictional and not a person you knew in real life."

"How has this descended into a conversation about Jeffrey Dean Morgan characters?" Billy's aunt muttered, making everyone's focus change, again thank GOD. "Honestly, Billy, it isn't like Ronnie is going to bump into the man on the street and rip his clothing off and have at him. Get a grip."

Our house was set up so everyone could, and did, sleep over. Terror found the bed that I insisted on buying "just in case" and he fell in LOVE with the humpy gorilla that Billy bought on the off chance he was lonely. While we listened to our friends and family settle in for the night under our roof, Billy slowly undressed me and whispered all the ways he was planning on showing me how silly I'd be to waste my time with Jeffrey Dean Morgan when I had him within touching distance daily, nightly, and anytime I wanted him.