In Their Beginning

Part Six

While they sat at the airport waiting to board the plane Dean clasped Cassie's hand tightly.

"Maybe we can still drive back; we could rent a car," Dean said with fear in his eyes.

Cassie knew he was afraid of flying because Sam had told her but she was convinced he could get over it a little at least this one time.

"Sweetie, you will be fine, this is so much faster than driving," she said as she tried to get the blood to flow through her hand again.

"I suppose," he replied as he looked in her eyes.

"What ever happens we're together, right?"

He nodded not sure if that was as comforting as she had intended it to be. The boarding area was beginning to fill up by the time they arrived so they had taken a seat near the desk. Dean dreaded this more than hunting ghosts.

"I'll go buy us some snacks so we can have something to do on the plane."

Dean sat back in the seat as she got up to make the food run. It looked like their plane was going to be packed. Great they are stuffing us in the can like a bunch of sardines.

Dean was irritated with Sam for leaving the week before to go back home, even though he realized he wanted the time with Missy. Sam had taken the opportunity to leave almost as soon as Cassie showed up, at least according to Dean. He reached to get his phone to call Sam and give him a piece of his mind right when the boarding call began. Cassie walked up in time for them to turn in their passes to get on the plane. He tried to be cool with his arm draped loosely around her slim waist but his excessive heart rate betrayed him, this time it wasn't from her nearness but from his sheer terror. The flight wasn't as bad as Dean had anticipated after they were in the air and flight attendants began to serve drinks, he felt better until the turbulence began. Dean white knuckled the seats as Cassie reached for the barf bag just in case, but he only raised his eyebrows at her.

"We are only a couple hours away, just relax."

She had hoped to read the book she picked up at the news stand but soon realized her husband needed her undivided attention so she put the book away.

"So you never told me how you ended up in the hospital."

"I was having chest pains again and college boy panicked."

"It's a good thing he did you were really sick, Dean."

"I know; I'm glad you came to take care of me. Did you really ask them to keep me longer because you know I didn't know how to rest?"

She nodded as she bit her lip. She was afraid he would be mad about that.

"You did the right thing. At first I felt like a burden to you but I am grateful for your being able to anticipate my needs."

"That's what wives do," she smiled.

He leaned over to kiss her, as he ran a finger along her jaw she could feel him releasing tension. Then he sighed.

"So have you heard of the Mile High Club? I think we should join, that will help me relax," he teased.

"It's not going to happen," she said with a smile as she sat back to enjoy the view.

It was worth a try.

Later that night, Cassie lay with her head on Dean's chest as she listened to the precious sound of his heartbeat; she touched the spot in the middle of his chest where the scar had begun to form. I could have lost him, my sweetheart. Dean ran his hands over her silky straight hair, he hadn't decided if he liked it wavy or straight best. All he knew was it always smelled nice just like her skin. Even thought she didn't spend a lot of money on lotions or oils he had no complaints about her aroma. He simply enjoyed it.

"So Missy has a restraining order against the guy now?"

"Yea, Greg lied his alibi was his sister so the order states he has to stay at least 500 feet away from Missy at all times."

Dean curled his fingers around the hem of Cassie's nightie.

"Why do you wear these things?" he asked as he kissed her nose.

"Because I like when you take them off," she teased as she leaned back to raise her arms over her head.

In the process of removing the garment Dean ran his fingers lightly over her thighs, caressed her stomach, and tickled her with the peach fuzz on his chin as it touched her aroused breasts. Once it was finally over her head she grinned at his expression.

"You like that huh?"

"Love it."

"Good to know."

She thought being with him was a luxury; he believed she was the indulgence. He gingerly pressed his lips against hers as though he were afraid of bruising them. Once he plunged his tongue between her willing lips he tasted cherry life safers-sweet, fragrant, delicious. Just like his Cassie. His warm hands traced invisible patterns across her back and behind. Cassie recalled the first time they discussed her take on their lovemaking.

Flashback

They were at the hotel resting after visiting a library in the city near Cassie's hometown of Cape Girardeau, MO. They had decided to take a nap before heading back to her house. While they made love Cassie had mumbled "Peach Cobbler." Dean was curious but waited to ask about the reference.

"So you were thinking of food? What odd timing," he teased.

"No, silly, being with you is like enjoying Peach Cobbler."

"Xplain Lucy," he said with a lifted eyebrow more confused than when he first asked the question.

He rested his head on his palms as he leaned up to listen; eager to know how he compared to a dessert. She grinned then closed her eyes as she took a deep cleansing breath.

"It's pure decadence, it comforts me all the way through and I can't get enough of it, just like you," she said as she opened her eyes to see a satisfied smile on his face.

"You are a poet and I love the comparison."

End Flashback

From that moment on Dean had a bad habit of bringing up "cobbler moments" at the most embarrassing times.

They had agreed to take it slow because of his heart, allowing Cassie to do most of the work since he was still recuperating. He smiled at her even though her eyes were closed. He loved that she wanted to do her part to help him feel better. She could feel as he met her rhythm she opened her eyes to see mischief in his handsome face, his hazel eyes dark with passion. A second later she was on her back while his lips where hot on her neck. Her heart raced with heat and uncertainty.

"Dean?"

"I'll be careful. It's your turn to relax and enjoy the "cobbler."

She grinned as she stretched her long slender neck back, then bit her lips as he engulfed her abdomen with butterfly kisses; she laced her fingers through his hair as she allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over her. She loved the spicy sweet smell of him, the way he brought her body to life with his touch and his very presence spoke to her. A while later when she was content in his arms she was finally convinced he was healing okay.

"Thank you for letting me do it my way; though I know you were concerned for me," he said as he tucked her close to his side with a kiss to her forehead.

"You're good at what you do to me injured or not," she smiled.

"That was my goal, to put your mind at rest," he said with a smirk and a kiss.

"I know you never thought you would settle down or marry. I hope …you are liking this change of pace."

"I am loving it though I pictured Sam as the one with a wife and maybe a couple of kids; you have been the best surprise for me. I love you and I'll try to do my best to keep you happy and satisfied with your choice. I know I am not very sensitive or emotional like Sam but I hope you can see where my heart is in all this."

"Oh just being yourself is working out great I don't want you to try to be anyone else but you, you are who I am in love with and… you are doing a great job so far," she said as she snuggled closer.

Dean kissed her forehead and sighed; now this is home.

Almost two months later they left for New Mexico with Cassie in tow. She had promised to be on her best behavior and always be alert. They were headed to Santa Fe to check out a new home development were two people had recently died mysterious deaths. It seemed as though it would be a "hit and run" job since they had encountered something similar before. Sam and Cassie went into speak with the realtor, a slim redhead with sparkling blue eyes, while Dean went in the back to check for paranormal activity.

"My husband and I are interested in looking at a few of the models," Cassie said politely as she sat at the desk where the realtor, who's name tag read Sonja, sat.

"Well, that is why we are here, I am Sonja as you can see," she said pointing at her name tag then she grabbed a packet off of the display.

"We would prefer to visit them," Cassie insisted.

"Oh that is great let me get my keys here."

Sam wondered out of the room to check on Dean. He was standing in the kitchen when the realtor and Cassie let him know they were going to a different model.

Dean was just getting back into the Impala when they all exited.

"Hey Honey," Cassie said to Dean surprising the realtor who assumed Sam was the husband which had been the plan but Sam didn't have a wedding band, something Cassie remembered while she was inside. So she changed the plan at the spur of the moment.

"Sorry about the phone call, I was going to come inside."

"No worries," Cassie said with a grin proud of saving the situation, though Dean raised an eyebrow at her.

"Not a problem the homes your wife wants to see just a block over, we can walk if you like."

"That would be fine," Dean said as she shut the door of the car and smiled Cassie.

Cassie walked ahead with the realtor so Dean could speak with Sam.

"There was definite activity in their; they have to be on some type of burial ground for the place to be so active. The realtor may have even felt the presence herself but not known what to think of it.

"That sounds like a really strong presence. Surely she knows the history of the place."

"Not necessarily who's to say she was involved in the process from the start," Dean said.

"That's true."

In the model that Cassie was supposedly interested she and Dean walked and talked to the realtor while Sam took the EMF meter upstairs. He was concerned because the reading were so high and their weapons were in the car. What were they thinking?

The door to the room slammed shut before he could get out. He reached for his cell just before he was slammed against the wall, luckily he had enough time to push the one button code to dial Dean's phone. Dean saw Sam's name on the LCD but was up the stairs at the same time he heard the slam of the door. Cassie knew it was her cue to go to the car for what they would need. Sonja stood in the midst of the foyer confused and uncertain.

Dean bammed on the door.

"Sammy are you alright?"

"Yea," he said as he stared down the apparition before it disappeared.

Dean was able to open the door then. Once Sam was staring at him he pushed the code on the phone for Cassie.

"Stay there were are on the way back."

Dean turned around to run head on into Sonja.

"What is going on here?"

"We are trying to figure that out ourselves," Dean said as he headed down the stairs not wanting to leave Cassie alone for to long.

"We think that there are spirits trapped on this land," Sam said as he walked with Sonja back down the stairs.

She was rubbing her hands over her arms as though she were freezing.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Um, I don't know I get the chills sometimes in these homes, I can't get warm but it isn't the air conditioning it feels different," she said as the stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"So you know what we are saying is possible?"

"I know something is going on and I haven't felt free enough to approach the subject with any of the developers here."

"What happened?"

"Sam hasn't had a chance to enlighten me yet he is speaking with the realtor."

"Oh, you came to keep tabs on me?"

"Not to keep tabs to keep you company he can tell us what happened together," he said as he reached to turn up the radio.

Cassie leaned over the front seat to stop his hand; he smiled at her before she kissed him.

Sam open the passenger door a second later.

"Hey you two lovebirds am I going to have to separate you so you can focus on the hunt?" he teased.

"No sir," Cassie said with a grin to Dean who was backing out of the spot.

Dean ignored the question as the headed back to the highway.

"So tell us what happened."

"I'm not sure one minute I was pinned to the wall the next it was gone."

"Did you see anything?"

"Definitely a spirit, I only saw an outline that was probably female."

"Probably?"

"It was a bit disfigured."

"Better you than me," Cassie interjected.

Dean cleared his throat, code for if you aren't adding anything constructive then don't add.

"Sorry," she said with a pout.

"No, she is right I am just glad it was mostly opaque and without real shape."

"So we need to go to the library?"

"Sonja said she had felt something creepy in the homes she had heard rumors over the years that the property could have been the site of a graveyard that was mowed over many years ago. She also heard legends about a swamp."

"So we need to find out which story is true, it looks like."

Dean could see Cassie in the mirror; her lips were pursed as she pretended to ignore him."

He knew she wasn't happy with him, but that was okay he knew how to change her mood, she finally looked up to see a satisfied grin on his face. She arched an eyebrow as she went back to reading over the map.

TBC

Authors Note—Sorry it took so long to post this one.