A/N: I would like to thank everyone for the condolences. I really appreciate it.

Dean sat on his knees, breathing deep as he basked in the moment.

Over the past week, he had been keeping his anger in check, which was proving to be a bigger feat than he had been prepared for. However, Skylar had made it abundantly clear that she would leave him if he didn't change the person he had always been. Technically, his wife had said that if he lays another hand on her, she would leave, which was more than understandable. But another part of Dean knew that she would get fed up eventually with his anger in general.

Dean's breathing was steady despite the slaughter that had just taken place. When Sam had said that there was a vampire nest close by, Dean knew that he had to take care of it on his own. It was the best way to rid himself of the bottled up aggression he felt on the inside. His brother was more than reluctant to let him go alone, but relented quickly, knowing that Dean would explode if he didn't kill.

Dean knew that he had a sickness. And up until this point in time, he had never allowed himself to think of it as a psychotic illness. He was deranged…some kind of psychopath.

And as he watched the blood drip down from his machete, a sense of calmness overcame him. It was peaceful, serene, and overall beautiful. What in the hell was wrong with him?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and rose from his knees. As he made his way from the abandoned warehouse and back to where Sam sat inside the Impala, Dean attempted to count his blessings. He didn't need to live off of the violence or fear that he evoked in people any longer. He had Sam…he had Skylar. It was time to find and feel the contentment that was clearly standing right in front of him.

Dean opened the passenger door and slid inside. Without a word, Sam gave him a sideways glance, the muscle in his jaw working in overdrive. Knowing better, he remained silent as he began driving Baby down a deserted back road in Little Rock, Arkansas.

Dean gazed out of the window, seeing without really looking. Only two hours prior, he had held Skylar in his arms as he kissed her on the swing set. And while he had begun to live for those precious moments with her, it plagued him to know that she was keeping something from him.

The only question was how serious was the secret?

Dean placed a finger against his full bottom lip as he continued racking his brain for the answer he so desperately sought. Skylar had begged to stay in one place for a while. It wasn't a reasonable request. They had been on the road nonstop since their marriage, and she had almost been killed on several occasions.

It was only natural that she would want a break.

Dean cleared his throat before turned a steely eye towards his little brother.

"I think I'm going to get away with Skylar for a bit."

Sam scoffed at Dean's statement, running a hand through his long dark tresses.

"Have you forgotten you've already done that recently? You can't keep going into hiding, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm not running, Sammy. If something comes my way, I'll take care of it." He ran a hand over his stubbled jaw, trying to find the right words. "I think something is wrong with her."

Sam whipped his head to the side, furrowing his brow. "Wrong? Like sick?"

Dean shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I mean mentally. Maybe if she got away from all of this for two second, she'll start opening up and going back to her normal self."

Sam smirked. "You miss sassy and self-assured, Sky," he stated.

Dean grinned. "Very much," he agreed. "But it's more than that. I know that we left and went to Arizona, but that was for me. I was throwing a tantrum."

"At least you're finally admitting to being a giant baby."

"Bitch," Dean said.

"Jerk," Sam quipped back.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment after that. It was like the universe was slowly coming back together and they could be normal for once. Well…as normal as a Winchester was allowed to be.

"So what?" Sam began once again. "You want to take her on a honeymoon?"

Dean rose an eyebrow at his statement and then grinned. "That sounds like a great idea, Sammy."

"And where exactly do you plan on going?"

Dean shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the beach would be nice. It's been awhile since we've been on the coast."

"Two weeks! Not a minute longer!" Sam's statement took Dean by surprised, but he quickly recovered.

"Yeah, yeah. That'll work."

"I guess I'll grab a rental car in the morning and keep working."

Dean nodded, "sounds like a plan. And just because I'll be on my honeymoon doesn't mean you can't call me for help."

Sam gave Dean a perplexed look before the older Winchester laughed. "Yeah it does. You better leave me the hell alone and call Bobby or Ellen."

Sam scoffed. "Have fun, Dean. But not too much."

The next morning, Skylar could feel a weight being lifted off of her. For the first time in two months, she could finally breathe.

Dean reached over, placing his hand gently on her thigh while his eyes remained glued to the road ahead. She slid over in that moment, placing her head against his shoulder, savoring this time for what it really was. Pure.

A light kiss grazed against her hair, causing tears to prick at her eyes.

She knew what was happening. Dean was whisking her away, albeit temporarily. But he was making an effort, and that was all that mattered. Skylar had married into the most notorious family of hunters that ever existed. And no matter how hard she wished for it, Dean would never permanently leave this life behind.

But she was determined to never again enter a job. It wasn't for her. She was miserable and tired of wondering if death was going to overcome her every time they set foot inside a place to kill the supernatural.

Dean's demeanor had been exceptional since their conversation in the hospital. However, she could still see the brewing rage behind those beautiful green depths. But he was keeping it in check to an outstanding degree, and she loved him even more for it.

Skylar never wanted Dean to change who he was. But she couldn't risk him taking his anger out on her one more time. It pained her, but she meant it when she said that she would leave. It would be the hardest thing imaginable, but she could never allow him to continuously treat her that way. She refused to be abused and walked on.

But it was clear that Dean loved her just as much as she did him.

Maybe, for once, love could really conquer all.

Skylar winced at how cheesy her thoughts were. She wasn't an idiot, and eventually, real life would come crashing them back to reality with a vengeance. But right now, everything seemed perfect.

Skylar snuggled closer to her husband, breathing in the deep scent that only Dean possessed. She became dizzy at the intoxicating scent before closing her eyes and drifting off into a restful sleep.

Dean could sense Skylar's deep breathing, indicating that she was asleep. After spending night after night tossing and turning, keeping them both awake, it was nice to see her relaxed enough to get some actual rest.

Since it was December, Dean had decided that Florida would be a nice little vacation that would be warm enough to enjoy. Despite growing up in Illinois, Skylar hated the cold.

Dean let go of the steering wheel to turn the radio on softly with his left hand while his wife continued holding tight, her grip around his right arm. Despite the growing numbness, he didn't dare move for fear of waking her.

Dean could feel a hole burning through the pocket of his leather jacket. A few days prior, he had gone inside the mall…yes, an actual mall…and bought Skylar a ring that he promised to do the moment they said their vows. Life had been a bitch to them, and for the first time, he found an opportunity to make good on that promise.

She deserved the very best, and no pawn shop would ever be able to provide that.

A wedding band was too basic for his sweet young bride, so he had opted for a vintage-inspired engagement ring with little diamonds surround the band. It was a bit on the extravagant side, but the center diamond wasn't too large.

On top of that, he had bought himself a gold band. While he loathed the thought of wearing any type of jewelry aside from the simple necklace Sam had given to him when they were kids, he felt that Skylar would appreciate the sentiment. And selfishly, Dean liked the thought of being able to look down and be reminded that he was married to the best girl that the universe would have possibly gifted him.

In a half an hour, Dean had spent $12,599.62.

Well, technically Trevor Newhart had. Dean had maxed the fraudulent credit card and tossed it in the trash while walking out of the jewelry store. But that price still made him shudder.

However, nothing was too good for his Baby Girl.

Dean drove down the interstate, continuing to listen to Skylar's even breathing and the soft sounds of the radio. He smiled to himself as Air Supply came on, relieved that no one was around to witness the moment. Air Supply was a secret guilty pleasure of his.

Breaking through his thoughts, his cell phone began to ring. Dean reached into his pocket quickly, hoping that Skylar wouldn't be awoken. Lighting up his phone was Castiel.

The angel's timing was a fucking nightmare.

Castiel had branded their ribs with a warning against angels, himself included. They were nosey sons-of-bitches, and Castiel thought that it would buy them all time and keep them hidden during difficult times; even against Lucifer for when the angel, turned devil, finally showed his new vessel.

Dean sent him to voicemail before shutting off his phone completely.

Nothing, not even the end of the world, would ruin this time spent with his wife.