Welcome to the planet

Welcome to existence

Everyone's here, everyone's here

Everybody's watching you now

Everybody waits for you now

What happens next?

Welcome to the fallout

Welcome to resistance

The tension is here, the tension is here

Between who you are and who you could be

Between how it is and how it should be

Maybe redemption has stories to tell

Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell

Where can you run to escape from yourself?

Where you gonna go?

Where you gonna go?

Salvation is here

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

I dare you to lift yourself, to lift yourself up off the floor

I dare you to move

I dare you to move

Like today never happened, today never happened

Today never happened

Today never happened before

Switchfoot – Dare You to Move


The sunlight shined into the room from a slit in the curtains covering the single window. I stretched, looking over to see Dean's eyes closed. Every time I woke up the night before, he'd been restless, staring up at the ceiling. I was glad he was finally getting some rest, and quietly moved to rest my head on his chest so I wouldn't wake up. After my night filled with nightmares of watching Sam's eyes turn bright red, I needed the comfort of listening to his heartbeat.

What felt like seconds later, I jumped at the loud sound of a bang on the door, my eyes widening as I shot upright along with Dean, who nearly reached for his gun until he heard Bobby's gruff voice on the other side of the door.

"Get up! We're leaving in ten!"

"Leaving?" I asked Dean, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow.

Dean shrugged. "I have no clue."

"What are you talking about, Bobby?"

"Just get ready!"

Over the past couple weeks or so since our last conversation about Sam, Bobby had been pushy, to put it nicely, constantly handing Dean and I papers with job listings circled in them. I didn't mind, I knew he was just trying to help, to get us to stop thinking about the things we couldn't change.

Eventually, Dean had gotten a job at a garage the next town over, which was not surprising, considering his extensive knowledge about cars. Between looking for a job, I was also searching for a house to possibly rent.

Bobby had no problem with us staying here, he'd told me that multiple times, in his own little way of course. I ain't sayin' you kids gotta leave because I want you gone, I'm sayin' you kids gotta get your asses out there and start your own damn life. And I agreed.

That's what Sam wanted us to do. That's what would honor his memory. Not us trying to find ways to break him, and possibly Lucifer out, not us going back to hunting – but for us to have a normal life.

However, it was much easier said than done.

Over the years, Dean and I had saved up some money, both separately and together – to always have just in case of an emergency. There wasn't a whole lot, but we could afford to move out on our own and be comfortable until we both got jobs.

God, I sounded so normal. I'd never worried about that kind of stuff in my life, yet here I was, worrying about that. Which now, to me, seems like the most mundane thing I could be thinking of. Bills.

After getting dressed, Dean and I followed Bobby out to his van, getting in. Every time I ask where we were going or what we were doing, Bobby refused to ask telling me to mind my own damn business. I reminded him that he was taking me somewhere I didn't know about and that makes it my business. He just huffed and kept driving. Dean shrugged, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me to his side in the back bench-style seat of the vehicle.

After about an hour drive away from Sioux Falls, Bobby entered Brookings, South Dakota. I furrowed my brow, sharing a confused look with Dean as Bobby pulled into a small neighborhood, stopping in front of a white two story home, an inviting cherry wood door sitting in between two large windows, a small porch lining the front of it, a cobblestone path leading from the small deck steps to the sidewalk and a two car garage with a storage shed next to it

"Bobby, what's going on?" I asked. "Is something happening here?"

"Get out." Bobby grunted, getting out of the driver side, motioning for Dean and I to follow.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked Dean, who looked just as confused as me.

"Fuck if I know." Dean shrugged before he and I got out of the car, walking up next to Bobby, who stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the home. "What's in there? Demon? Poltergeist? Shapeshifter?"

"Nothing's in there." Bobby said, holding a pair of keys out to Dean. "Here. Go in. The both of you."

"Is this a trap?"

"What? 'Course not!" Bobby exclaimed. Dean grabbed his flask of holy water from his pocket, throwing some on Bobby, who let out an annoyed huff. "I ain't possessed, you idjit!" Bobby spotted Dean reaching for a blade, stopping him by grabbing his wrist. "You slice me, I'll break your neck, boy."

"Okay, okay. Jesus." I huffed, stepping between the two of us.

"You don't want your neighbors seeming you pull out a damn blade, I don't think they'd take to kindly to that." Bobby scolded Dean.

It took a moment for his words to settle in completely, and I furrowed my brow, looking up at Dean, who was staring at Bobby in question. "Wait, neighbors? What?"

"Bobby just tell us what's going on." I said.

"I was trying to surprise you idjits."

"You didn't do what I think you did-"

"I'm old, Vic. Saved up a lot of money by now just in case. Thought it'd be a good time to put it to use." Bobby shrugged.

My eyes darted between him and the beautiful house, my mouth falling open in shock. "Bobby, no-"

"Bobby we can't- we can't let you do that." Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, well, tough, 'cause it's already done. You two just gotta sign the lease."

"Bobby-" I started.

"Why don't you just say thank you and stop trying to ruin an old man's good deed, huh?"

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I looked at Bobby, nearly throwing myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Bobby."

After hugging me back, Bobby pulled away, smiling at me, patting my cheek gently. Dean placed a hand on his shoulder. "Bobby-"

"Stop."

"Okay, okay. Thank you. Really." Dean said, hugging Bobby as well, the two men patting each other on the back.

"Let's go look inside, huh?"

Dean and I nodded, allowing Bobby to move in front of us. I lingered behind for a second, pulling in a shaky breath. I couldn't believe this. Dean gently tugged on my hand, shooting me a small smile as we began walking together up the cobblestone path.

Strangely enough, visions of a little blonde-haired boy with hazel eyes and a little dirty blonde-haired girl with bright green eyes running around playing in the front yard ran through my mind. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

I didn't say anything to Dean though, I didn't want to freak him out anymore than he probably was.

Bobby opened the door, flicking on a light switch. A bright light hanging from the ceiling illuminated the dark hard wood floors and cream colored walls. The room was bare, completely unfurnished. That made me feel a little better. At least that'd be something Dean and I could pay for.

The large staircase was to the right as you entered, leading up to the three bedrooms and two bathrooms. There was another bathroom on the first floor near the laundry room and a large kitchen with a big island in the center. Large sliding doors led out to the fenced in backyard that had small deck attached to it.

"So, do you kids like it?" Bobby asked once we moved back into the living room after inspecting the whole house.

"Bobby, it's beautiful." I smiled, my cheeks still wet with tears.

Dean nodded in agreement, letting out a heavy breath. "Bobby how- how can we repay you? How much was this place?"

"Don't worry about it." Bobby shrugged.

"Bobby." I scolded.

"Well, if you're that worried, Sheriff Mills has some connections. She helped me find it. But I'm not about to give you a dollar amount so don't worry about it. As far as how you can repay me..." Bobby paused, a mixture of sadness and determination coming into his eyes. "Just promise me that the both of you will stay smart, keep yourselves safe and out of trouble."

"Of course."

"What I'm saying is, I don't want to hear that either of you wound up dead. That's how you can repay me. Keep yourselves alive."

"Yes, sir." Dean said, I nodded. Bobby pulled in a deep breath, looking around the room. I hugged him again, tighter this time. "You have no idea how much this means, Bobby. Thank you."

"Family looks out for each other. That's all I'm doing." Bobby said. "You kids are finally gonna have the live you deserve. I wanted to help you get there."


Even though the next week was filled with Dean and I doing normal things, like him beginning work and me going to stores with Jody to pick out furniture, I couldn't seem to get over the shock of it all and I felt it every single time.

Strangely, I'd never felt more out of place in my life than when I was walking through that furniture store. Thankfully Jody was there, she pulled me out of my funk a couple times by asking what shades of brown I wanted the hallway runner and area rugs to be.

After ordering everything we took a weekend to move it all into the house, and by Sunday night, we were finally done. It seemed as though Dean and I were trying o get Jody and Bobby to stay for a long as possible, offering for them to have dinner with us, which was take out. I was in no condition to cook after all the lifting we'd done.

But once they both left, Dean and I were alone. Which was never a bad thing. But there was something so strange about being alone in our own home. A place that should feel safe and happy just felt...weird. I sat on the couch, playing with the ends of my hair. Dean came into the living room, handing me a glass of wine.

"Wine?" I asked, rising an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, it's a special occasion." Dean smiled. For some reason, he seemed so okay with all this. Much more okay than I thought he'd be. And much more okay than I was.

"Yeah."

Dean placed a kiss on my temple, allowing his hand to run across my stomach as his lips trailed down my neck. I looked over to his eyes, a gleam shining there that I hadn't seen in some time. I smiled, kissing him deeply. We kept that going for a moment until Dean pulled back, resting his forehead against mine.

"Marry me." Dean breathed suddenly, catching me off guard.

My eyes snapped open and I stared at him in slight confusion. "What?"

"Right now. Marry me."

"...what?"

"Legally, we're both dead. It's not like we could get an actual marriage certificate. And I know you well enough to know you wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it. You wouldn't want a lot of fanfare." Dean said. He was completely right, of course. If I ever thought about having a wedding, I wanted some private and quiet.

"No, I wouldn't."

Dean nodded, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box, opening it to reveal two silver bands, one thicker than the other. "So what do you say, Cherry Pie? Marry me, right here, right now."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, staring down at the rings in shock. For a moment, I'd forgotten all of my fears, all of our troubles, all of our worries and heartache as I smiled down at Dean with a nod, the tears beginning to slip down my cheeks.

A big smile spread across Dean's lips as he took out the thinner band, leaving me with the thicker one. "I don't know what I'm doing here, really so I'm just gonna...say what I feel."

"Okay." I sniffled, still smiling.

"I mean, I don't even know where to begin. Other than you say that I have no idea how in the hell you've put up with me for this long. You're strong, you keep me level headed. You keep me sane. You're it for me. You know, when we were younger, and even now, whenever I picture myself happy – whether that means living some apple pie life, or living on the road – it's with you. Always has been, always will be."

"Wow." I breathed, my heart beating fast. I knew this Dean, he was always there with me, but to see him in full affect, well, it was always pretty breath taking. I was so frazzled, I could barely think.

"Your turn." Dean smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "If you want to, that is."

"Of course I do. You- you are the best man I've ever known, Dean Winchester." I muttered, letting the words pour from my heart as I stared into his eyes. "You're good, and sweet, and loving, and gentle and smart, no matter how much you might try to think otherwise. You saved me. You saved me so many times. Whenever I'd have nightmares, all I'd have to do was be near you and they'd go away. You helped me be brave. You helped me become stronger. I love you for that. I love you for everything you are. I love you with every fiber of my being, and that will never stop."

"So we'll be together 'til death do us part?" Dean asked with a small smile. I nearly chuckled at that, thinking about how many times we'd died and come back.

"If it can." I muttered. Dean grinned.

"I swear, I will do my best to make you as happy as possible every single day of our lives." Dean said, placing the silver band on my ring finger right below Mary's.

"Ditto." I smiled, shooting him a wink before sliding the ring on his finger. "I love you."

"Ditto." Dean grinned, staring down at the rings for a moment before pulling my lips to his, kissing me passionately, his hands sliding down my body. "So, Mrs. Winchester, how about we take our time and christen every single room in this place?"

My heart fluttered hearing him call me that and I couldn't help but smile against his lips. "I think that I sounds amazing."

Dean stood, scooping me up in his arms. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me up to our bedroom, pushing the door open with his backside, gently sitting me down on the foot of the large, plush bed. Dean tilted my head up with one of his fingers, placing another loving kiss on my lips. I immediately melted into him all over again, running my fingers through his hair as he slowly moved, gently guiding me on my back so he was hovering above me, his lips still pressed against mine.

All my emotions seemed to become scrambled and I nearly felt like I was about to cry as he ran a hand down my side, holding onto my hip, sliding his lips down my throat.

"I love you." I muttered shakily. Dean immediately noticed my tone, looking up at me in worry, so I quickly smiled. "No, no, I'm okay. I'm just- I just- I do, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Cherry Pie." Dean murmured, his lips touching mine as gently as a feather, his hand sliding down my stomach until his fingertips reached my center. I whimpered, closing my eyes in pleasure.

After what only felt like a few seconds, Dean pulled away, a small smile on his face as he sat back up on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor before helping me do the same with my own. I unclasped my bra, throwing onto the small pile. Dean began kissing my chest, his lips trailing over my bare breasts. I shuttered, a chill running down my spine as he did so.

"Oh, baby." I breathed, running my hands down his back as he moved down my stomach, stopping below my belly button to pull my panties and shorts off in one swoop.

I bit my lip, watching him with baited breath as he spread my legs apart, placing gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs until he was right at my center. I moaned at the contact, my eyes fluttering shut, my hands clutching the sheets beneath them.

Just as I was about to come undone, Dean stopped. I let out a frustrated whine, looking up to see him smiling as he stood, unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down. I moved to my knees on the bed in front of him, wrapping a hand around him base before taking him into my mouth, my tongue trailing up and down his length. Dean moaned in pleasure, the sound vibrating through his entire body. He ran his fingers through my hair, gently holding it in a ponytail at the base of my neck.

Not before long, Dean gently pulled back, his eyes telling me that if I did what I was doing much longer, we would have time for anything else. Most of the time Dean could last for what felt like forever, but I knew just how to make him go crazy.

I smiled up at him as he bent down, kissing me deeply, the both of us moving back onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around Dean's hips as he settled into me, nearly all of him filling me. I pulled in a sharp breath at the feeling, moaning as he began rocking back and forth, his chest rising and falling against mine with every thrust.

Like normal, it didn't take long for the rubber band in my stomach to snap, my orgasm taking over my entire body. Dean sped up his moments as I came, making my pleasure even more intense. He slowed slightly as my orgasm drifted away, knowing I was more sensitive now.

But I knew Dean wasn't done yet, so with a smirk I pushed him onto his back, guiding him inside once again me as I straddled his hips, resting my hands on his chest so I could began to rock back and forth, moving faster each time.

Dean threw his head back, letting out a groan of pleasure, holding onto my hips tightly. "God, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."

I couldn't help but feel a rush of pride at that, grinding against him a little harder until he began breathing even heavier than before, moving his hips to meet my thrusts. Just as I felt him begin to spill inside of me, I came again, absentmindedly digging my nails into his chest in pleasure.

Once we'd both come down, I leaned forward, swallowing hard as I rested my forehead on his chest. Dean ran his hands up and down my back, placing a loving kiss on the side of my neck. I let out a breath, smiling into his chest.

"One room down, ten to go." Dean muttered. "It's gonna be a long night."

"But one hell of a good honeymoon." I said, looking up at him with a big smile, which he returned before pulling me back down for another kiss, spending the rest of the night pleasuring each other over and over again in as many ways as we possibly could.

We didn't need a big wedding, or an expensive trip somewhere for a honeymoon. As cheesy as it may sound, to get through pain, to get through sadness, to have happiness, all we needed was each other. And that's exactly what we got. And it was perfect.


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