Chapter 43

Eight hours passed since Dean and Jo's wedding, and Dean hadn't left his brother's side. Sam had gone through two episodes of convulsions by now, and Dean was increasingly worried. What was happening to his little brother?

Why won't he wake up? Dean thought. Come on Sammy. You gotta be alright.

Jo waited by the door, pacing back and forth, still in her wedding dress. Her face was drained of colour. She had never seen Sam just pass out like that, nor had she seen Dean so stressed.

Dean looked around the room before looking back at Sam's face. He'd had three seizures since the wedding. He didn't know what Crowley did to Sam, but he had a suspicion.

"Don't worry Sammy, I'll get the bastard," Dean muttered to his brother. "If he took that wall down…" Logically, he knew that was the obvious thing that had happened, but his soul begged for it not to be true. What would become of Sam? Would he even survive this?

"You've gotta wake up kid. So, we can figure this out together, okay?"

A knock on the door met his ears. Turning his head, he saw his mother at the door.

"How is he?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"No change," Dean sighed.

"This isn't your fault, Dean." She came in, putting her arms around his shoulders.

"It is," Dean frowned. "I put this damn wall up. I forced his damaged soul back into his body."

"You didn't know this was going to happen," Mary soothed. "You did what you could to save your brother. No one blames you for that." Dean's scowl deepened.

"We contacted Dumbledore," Mary told him.

"You did?" Dean asked.

His mother nodded. "You said he could read minds? We thought maybe he could see what's going on in Sam's head."

"Right, of course…. Why didn't I think of that?" Dean mumbled.

"Don't be so hard on yourself honey," Mary turned to look at him. "You are a good brother, He'll wake up."

"He'd better," Dean replied. "I'll kick his ass if he doesn't." Mary smiled slightly. A knock on the door caught their attention. Molly stood in the doorway.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. We just got word from Hogwarts."

Dean stood up, hope swirling in his chest. "Is Dumbledore coming?"

"No, he's away from the castle at the moment," Molly frowned. "But Severus is coming."

"Tell him to piss off…" A weak voice called from behind Dean and Mary. Dean's heart skipped a beat as he felt movement against his arm. His eyes locked on his brother's face. Sam's eyes were open, but he looked groggy.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed. "Are you okay?" The words flew from his mouth in rapid succession.

"The wall broke, how do you think I feel?" Sam groaned weakly. "I feel like crap." His hand raised to rub his forehead. Fuck, Dean thought.

"Guess we don't need Snape…" Dean muttered in shock after a moment.

Mary touched his shoulder, putting a cold rag on his forehead. "Don't try to sit up yet sweetie." Molly came to his side as well, her motherly face filled with concern

"She's right dear, you shouldn't be moving, you took a nasty spill," Molly advised. "I've done a few healing spells and a Pepper-Up potion. You should be right as rain in a few days."

"I think it's a little more complicated than that," Sam disagreed. "But thanks, Molly." He grimaced, his head pulsing with pain. Jessica came rushing into the room.

"I heard your voice," she explained quickly. "How are you feeling, Sam?"

"I'll be fine." Sam chose his words carefully. "Don't worry about me." Jessica smiled.

"You were pretty touch and go for a while there buddy," Dean patted his shoulder.

"Why are you still here?" Sam looked over at Dean.

"What?" Dean replied in surprise.

"You just got married!" Sam exclaimed.

"Are you kidding?" Dean stared at him, dumbfounded. "If you hadn't just had a fainting spell, I would have gotten my friggin' married ass into bed with my wife. Sam, you had three fuckin' seizures man, you scared the shit out of me."

"Really?" Sam sat up, confused. "I don't remember anything. Not out here anyway"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"I was dreaming, I guess, and I couldn't remember who I was. I had to get my memories back, one by one. Then I met myself, soulless me. I had to kill him to get my memories of that year back. Then I was in the classroom, and there was another me. This one remembered Hell… I had to kill him too, to get them back."

"So, you remember… everything?" Dean said slowly, fearing the answer.

"Yeah. I do," Sam nodded. "I'm sorry man." Dean's eyes widened. "I was such a jerk to you."

"When you were soulless? Yeah, you were. But that wasn't you," Dean replied. "It's okay."

"No, it's not," Sam sighed. "But I'll try to make it up to you. Anyway…" he looked at his brother and his sister-in-law. "You two should go. You're meant to be on your honeymoon."

"He's right kiddo," John smiled, coming in with Jo. "You go, we can handle things here."

"Jo, I can't. Not yet," Dean looked at his wife.

"I know, baby." Jo kissed his cheek. "We can wait, it's okay."

"Guys, seriously, go have fun," Sam protested, waving them off. "I'll be okay."

"Sam…" Dean frowned. "Your fucking wall just broke, and you want me to leave?"

"Do I look like I'll be alone?" Sam laughed a little. "Everyone's gonna be here. Get out of here." His smile took the bite out of his words.

"Are you-"

"Straight after getting Hell memories back or not, I will kick your ass if you don't get out now and go enjoy your honeymoon with your wife."

"Are you sure…?"

"Dude…" Sam rolled his eyes. "When have I ever asked you to voluntarily go have sex with a girl?"

"I see bitchy Sam is back," Dean grinned. "Okay."

Sam watched as his brother and the rest of his family left. He was starting to think of the wizards as family. After all, as Bobby said, family don't end in blood. Despite being out for so long, Sam still felt drained. He lay back against the pillows. The moment he shut his eyes, he saw fire around him, memories of burning and agony. The Hell memories…

"Yeah, they're not going to be very fun Sammy," a voice snickered, shocking Sam to the very core. His eyes snapped open, and he saw him. Lucifer. He was sitting on the dresser, ankles crossed, waving at him with a grin on his face.

"You-you can't be here," Sam choked, his heart jumping into his throat.

"Oh yeah, I'm still in the Cage," Lucifer grinned. "But you have the sweet memories and good times we shared to keep you company."

Jo and Dean walked toward the Leaky was only an hour since Sam practically kicked the couple out of the Burrow to go on their honeymoon. Dean still was reluctant to leave, but as Sam said, there were plenty of people to keep an eye on him. Now, Dean could focus on his plans for the evening.

"This place is amazing." Jo breathed. She spotted a man stirring his coffee with magic by twirling his finger over his mug. "And magical."

"Yeah, it's nice." Dean smiled. He kissed her cheek. "I like it."

They checked in with Tom and received their key.

"Enjoy your stay." Tom winked with a one-toothed grin. The newlyweds went upstairs and found their room. Dean carried his new wife over the threshold.

"I love you, Jo," Dean purred, causing her to smile. He sat her down on her feet.

"This is nice," Jo smiled.

"It is," Dean agreed.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," Jo told him, grabbing her toiletry bag. She walked into the bathroom after Dean nodded. The new husband got to work.

When Jo emerged, she was greeted with a lovely sight. Floating candles peppered across the room, an intoxicating scent wafting through the air. Dean lay on his back on the bed, an enticing smile on his face. His eyes widened when he saw his wife. Jo was not wearing a towel as he expected. Her hair was mostly dry, using the towels the Inn provided, which had a heating charm cast on them. She was wearing an intricate one-piece, White lace lay against her flesh, hugging her in just the right areas.

"Wow," Dean breathed.

"Dean Winchester speechless," Jo laughed. "I didn't think that was possible.

"Come here Mrs Winchester, "Dean said, crooking his finger in a come-hither motion. Jo approached him and sat on the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around her as their lips met. Her hands moved to his shirt, but he stopped her.

"No rush," he smiled. "We have all night." Their lips met again, moving together. Jo moaned quietly as Dean moved to kiss her jaw and neck, sucking gently on the skin.

"I'm gonna mark you as mine," Dean almost growled. "All mine."

"I'm already yours," Jo purred.

Dean kissed down her collarbone, his hands moving across every inch of her body. She moved so she was straddling him. His cock was hard, pushing up against her centre, still constrained by his pants. She ground against him lightly, causing him to hiss. His hands stroked her thighs, her covered waist, her stomach, her breasts. He pinched her left nipple over the fabric, stroking and squeezing the flesh gently.

Dean slipped his finger under the strap on her right shoulder and slipped it down. Jo pulled her arm up out of it. He did the same with the left, and pulled the material down, past her hips, her legs and off. He took a moment and drank her in. So beautiful. She was his, and he was hers. He crashed his lips to hers again. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, slowly. So slowly. It seemed like forever until his shirt joined her lingerie on the floor. Jo kissed her way down his chest, hands following closely in her wake. She touched the anti-possession tattoo near his heart and smiled. Her nimble fingers unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Dean shimmied out of them and his boxers. Finally, they both were naked. They kissed again passionately, Dean's hands tangling into her blonde hair.

Dean's hands went back to her breasts again. He wrapped his lips around her left nipple and suckled gently. He flicked his tongue over her nipple before repeating the same process on the other nipple. "I love you, sweetheart," he mumbled against her skin.

"You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you," Dean grinned. Jo shivered at the possibilities in her mind. He cupped her breasts again then took them away, sliding them down her waist. He slipped a hand between her legs, feeling the wetness in her core and looked up at her with a smirk.

"So wet for me Jo," Dean smiled.

He kissed a slow path down Jo's stomach. Her hips bucked upward, chest heaving.

"Dean," she whimpered and threw her head back. He kissed further down until he reached her pussy. Dean threw her a quick smile. His head dipped down and started to kiss and lick her folds. Jo gasped as he grabbed her hips and pulled her legs over his shoulders, putting her entire lower half up off the bed.

"Dean, yes," she gasped, fingers tangling in the sheets. His tongue moved over her clit in tight circles. He moved his tongue up and down her folds, her juices coating his mouth as he moaned at the taste of her. She choked out a whimper at the vibration that ran through her as she looked down at him, their eyes meeting.

Pulling away slightly, he looked at her as he sucked at her clit. "Taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He continued to lick at her core. Her fingers tugged at his hair. He took his finger and slipped it inside her.

"Fuck, yes," Jo moaned.

"You like that?" Dean smirked. He kept up his ministrations, gradually getting faster. He was spurred on by the sound of her pleas and moans. She was absolutely soaked. God, he fucking loved it.

"Y-Yes, I love it," she moaned. He picked up the pace, moving his fingers. He knew he'd hit her g-spot when he heard her pull in a sharp breath, exhaling as a moan. Jo's cries became louder. Dean became thankful for the Muffliato charm he had placed on the room when she was in the shower, or was he? He moved his hand that wasn't busy, never stopping what he was doing and muttered the counter jinx as he waved the wand. Let them hear, he thought with a smirk as he continued.

"So close," Jo moaned.

"You gonna cum for me?" Dean asked. All it took was those words to push Jo over the edge. She came, her head thrown back, straining. Her vision turned white as her pussy clamped down on his fingers. She cried out, not caring who heard. The pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling. Dean watched as she came down.

"Holy shit," Jo mumbled. After she took a minute, she almost attacked him, looking down at his cock, hard and twitching. She wrapped her hand around him and licked the tip. Dean sucked in a harsh breath. She took his cock into her mouth.

"Jo," Dean moaned, muttering praise and curses. Jo took a moment, pulling her mouth off to breathe. Dean pulled her up to kiss him.

"But-" Jo began, but Dean cut her off with another kiss.

"Need you now," Dean groaned. Jo had no objections to that. Dean pulled a condom from the wrapper that seemed to come out of nowhere and unrolled it over his cock.

Jo moved, so she was straddling him again and placed her hands on his chest. She moved back until she felt his cock at her entrance. She sank down, feeling him fill her completely. It was cliché, but they fit together like two puzzle pieces.

"Oh fuck…" she moaned. She moved back and forth, her hips moving down, and his moving up to meet her.

"You feel so good, Jo," Dean moaned. She continued to rock up and down, taking him in over and over again. Dean wrapped his lips around her nipple, licking over the hard nub, before doing the same to the other.

"I love you so fucking much," Jo moaned. Dean groaned.

"I'm yours," Dean replied in a husky voice as he placed both hands on her arms. He rolled them over carefully, never leaving her until he was on top. He placed her ankles on his shoulders and began to thrust deep inside her. Jo bucked her hips back to meet the thrusts, gasping in pleasure.

They stayed like that for a while, just the sound of heavy breathing and moans filling the air. They poured their love into their movements. The thrusts started to get more frantic and out of sync after a while. Dean moaned in pleasure, feeling tightness start to form.

"Are you close?" Dean asked as he peppered kisses all over her jaw.

"So close," Jo moaned. The familiar feeling was rising in her stomach, telling her she was closer as their hips continued to smack into each other, their thrusts faster than before.

"Cum with me Jo," Dean mumbled against her lips, breathing coming in short gasps and grunts. The coil snapped inside her at his words. Her nails dug into his back as her walls clenched around him.

"Dean!" she cried.

"Fuck, that's it, baby," Dean moaned as his cock twitched inside her as he climaxed. A strangled moan left his mouth. He fell beside her, still inside her. Their hearts raced as they came down from their orgasms.

"How was that Mrs Winchester?" Dean said with a smile as he looked at her. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, but Jo smiled tiredly.

"Amazing," she replied breathlessly.

The morning of April 1st came with surprising sunshine. Dean woke to the sound and feeling of kissing on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Jo smirking up at him.

"Hey." He said lazily.

"Morning," Jo grinned.

"How do you feel?" Dean worried that he had pushed her too hard, knowing that they had pretty much done everything before they got married. But still…

"I'm good," Jo laughed as she got up, wiggling her butt teasingly.

"Don't get me going again," Dean grinned back.

"We wouldn't want that." She rolled her eyes. Dean laughed. "So, what are we going to do today?"

"It looks nice out," Dean noted. "How about some ice cream?"

"For breakfast?"

"Of course, why not?" Dean grinned. "Ice cream is awesome."

"Sure, why not," shrugged Jo. He was right. Ice cream was awesome, and it sounded like a great idea. "Just give me a minute to get changed."

A few short minutes later, Dean and Jo were leaving the Leaky Cauldron, walking into Diagon Alley. Dean was once again struck by the difference in the Alley from August to now. They'd seen it when they went wedding outfit shopping, of course, but it was still surprising. Broken windows and abandoned shops littered the Alley, with many wizards walking around, wands at the ready. Aurors, Dean supposed.

"It looks so sad…" Jo frowned.

"I know…" Dean sighed. "I'm sorry. This probably wasn't the best place for a honeymoon."

"I don't care where we go," Jo smiled. "It's still nice."

Both of them walked up to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and the place was empty, boarded up.

"Shit, I remember. The guy that used to run this place was found dead a while back." Dean frowned.

"Poor guy. This place is really getting dangerous," Jo spoke in a hushed tone.

"Yeah…" Dean nodded, wanting to change the subject. The last thing he felt like doing on his honeymoon was focusing on this goddamn war.

"How about some candy?" Jo suggested, pointing to Sugarplum's Sweet Shop.

"Sounds good."

Soon after, they left the sweetshop with enough candy that would put any kid's trick or treat haul to shame. Dean frowned, still wanting to get her ice cream.

"It's okay Dean," Jo laughed when he voiced his concerns. "Chocolate makes it all better." She took a bite of her cauldron cake. "Mm…"

"Oh, we could go see the twins?" Dean grinned. "You haven't seen the place yet, Jo. It's awesome!" His eyes lit up, and Jo almost laughed. How could she deny him? So, together they walked into Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

"Well, it certainly is colourful…" Jo smiled.

"There's the newlyweds!" Came a voice from behind the counter. The shop wasn't completely empty, a few teenage witches and wizards wandering around on their Easter break.

"Hey, George." Dean smiled. "Good to see you."

"You too," the teen grinned. "Except I'm Fred."

"Hey, someone had to mind the store while I got the birthday cake." George came in the door holding a small box.

"Whose birthday is it?" Dean asked.

"Ours," the twins chorused.

"Oh, awesome, happy birthday," Jo smiled.

"April fool's day," Dean realized with a laugh. "Very fitting."

"Yeah, it seems to." Fred smiled. "Come on and have some cake, also, anything you want is on us today."

"No, we can't let you do that," Dean protested.

"Consider it our wedding present." The twins said together, with identical grins on their faces.

Dean and Jo were quickly ushered into the back room for cake, Verity taking over temporarily. They didn't stay long, not wanting to interrupt the twin's birthday and workday too much. After much persuasion, the twins got their way, and Dean and Jo left with a few things, free of charge. Jo smirked at Dean, "You're happier than you were last night, aren't you?"

"Hey… I find that insulting," Dean rolled his eyes.

"It's more of an insult to my skills than it is to your pride." Jo shot back, liking to see him squirm. She just wanted to mess with him a little.

"Your skills are legendary," Dean smirked as he slipped an arm around her and kissed her.

Jo rolled her eyes and shoved him away. "Maybe I should decide to get another room tonight?" Dean's lips formed the most adorable pout, and his eyes lost the joking manner. Jo burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding!" she giggled.

"You scared the shit out of me," Dean muttered.