Stepping into the line of fire
Chapter 38
Angela's senses were so muddled that she did not even realise that Dean had turned her around and was cuddling her. He had put her head under his chin and he was stroking her hair reassuringly.
"Ya' OK honey? it wasn't too hard was it?" her lover enquired shyly.
Angela was saying nothing. She observed to herself that she must have undergone an out of body experience. She had not felt any pain just a gradual building up of heat. Angela was blushing though. This had never happened in her life before and her total surrender had surprised her and frightened her a little too, if she was going to be honest with herself. Angela turned her head around to look at her lover.
"I think I'm all right Dee". She responded. This served to reassure her sweetie and he smiled his beautiful smile at her.
"Ya' didn't really deserve it, ya' know Ange."
"I know Dee."
"We better get back to our tent honey. I don't want to experience the real thing!" he said truthfully.
Angela nodded and they both got dressed and made their way back to the camp. The fire was still going strong and its heat seemed to echo what had just happened a few minutes before. Angela had never experienced such an intensive sexual moment. It had been unbelievably fulfilling at a deep atavistic level. She wondered what had turned her so kinky all of a sudden but realised that life with her Dee was never going to be boring. He was all man and imaginative. She could not wait to marry him and have his children. Angela was on the pill so she had not worried about getting pregnant but she could not help fantasizing about having his children. They would be a handful no doubt… but she would love them and nurture them with all her heart. She knew that Dean was very protective and that he would make an awesome dad. She would never allow him to spank them though…ever! She knew that Dean would not. He would never inflict on his kids what had been dished out to him from a young age. Dee was inherently kind and thoughtful. He would guide and cherish his children towards adulthood. He would be the best dad ever. She was so lucky. Angela was bursting with happiness. Dean took his sweetie by the waist and whispered conspirately into her ear.
"Let's cuddle up in my tent. I'll hide ya' from dad in the morning. We got away with it once, we'll do so again. I cannot sleep without you babe. I need you Ange…Will ya'…please?" he begged.
"I'm not sleeping on my own ever again sweetie. If your dad catches' us we'll just have to tell him that we're getting married that's all."
This was not a conversation that Dean was looking forward to having with his drill sergeant of a father. He knew that it had to happen sooner or later but he wanted to do it properly, in his own good time, after the hunt, when his dad would be in an effusive mood. He agreed with Ange though and they disappeared into his tent. Dean wrapped the sleeping bag around them, kissed her tenderly on the forehead and breathed in her ear a gentle "sweet dreams my beautiful angel. My Ange."
The morning would break too quickly…
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This time, it was Bobby who woke the troops. "Rise and shine! rise and shine ya' all!" he bellowed in his deep gruff voice. John was the first to emerge. He had sampled a little bit too much of the amber nectar last night and he was like a bear with a sore head.
"Shut the fuck up will' ya' Bobby! goddam' it!" he exclaimed.
Dean had told his wife to be to lay low as he emerged from his conjugal tent. He looked at his dad and thought that this better go to plan or there would be hell to pay.
"Good morning sir, good morning' Bobby!" he said happily. "Anyone for breakfast?"
John stood there appraising his boy. He nodded affirmatively. Bobby smiled at Dean and said a cheerful "thank ya' boy!"
All of a sudden John glimpsed a hardly discernible but obvious movement in his son's tent. He drew his gun. John always slept with a gun under his pillow. Dean saw what was happening and screamed "No dad! No."
John looked at his son bemused.
"Dad that's Ange, don't shoot!"
"What the fuck is going on Dean?" his father asked commandingly.
Dean just stood there. "Terrific!" was all that came out of his mouth.
"Terrific boy is not what'd call this shit shower. Don't tell me that you've got Angela in there?"
"Yes sir. I have "Dean lamented. Angela had emerged wide eyed and very concerned about her sweetie. She spoke first.
"John, Dee and I are getting married."
Dean gulped.
Bobby sat down on John's log!
Sam, who had just got out of his tent went back inside it.
Dean just stood at attention watching his dad and praying that he would put that fucking gun down.
"Yes sir. Angela and I are getting married. I proposed and she accepted to become my wife".
John put his gun back inside his jacket pocket and turned a shade of red not seen on this planet or indeed Mars.
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