Skylar wrapped her arms around Dean, resting her head beneath his chin. The hotel balcony overlooking the Gulf shore was more than she could have asked for. It was the first time since being married that Dean hadn't taken her to some cheap motel with stained sheets and bugs crawling across the floor.

The weather in Florida was in the high seventies, but Dean still had on that old leather jacket that she loved so much. The same one he had worn all her life. Skylar breathed deep, branding this moment into her memory. A rare moment worth savoring.

The steady beat of her husband's heart thumped in a comforting rhythm. It was a reminder that they were alive. Life was something that average people took for granted day in and day out. Hunter's woke up each morning, grateful for another chance to experience everything that life had to offer, while also cursing the universe for making them live through another day of hell.

Growing up, Dean had told her that death was the end. There was no bright white light that would guide you to heaven, no grim reaper waiting to drag you to hell. Nothing would greet you on the other side. There was just nothing.

How wrong he had been.

Dean experienced hell first hand, and now they were faced with Armageddon. Judgement day was right around the corner unless Dean stopped it single handedly. How could one man, no matter how incredible he was, stop the Biblical apocalypse from happening so that humanity could be saved? The angel's had faith, but faith could only take you so far.

Skylar lifted her eyes to stare up at Dean. His green gaze softened the moment they met her own blue ones before dropping to her lips. Seconds later, his warm mouth came crashing down on her own, drawing a sigh of contentment from her. "I love you," he whispered against her lips before ones again capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

Skylar continued to melt into him, frantically searching for a way to get closer. She could feel Dean's fingertips sliding up her thigh, stopping to trace the hideous mark that matched his own branded blemish. When anyone dared to touch it, she always slapped them away, self-conscious of the raised scar that was a constant reminder of who she was and the destiny that she was forced to live. But for the first time in her existence, she was grateful for the red mark that made her belong to Dean Winchester.

Dean Winchester belonged to her.

His hands were lifting the hem of her sundress, coming to rest on her backside, squeezing gently. Skylar was faintly aware that they were outside despite being ten stories high. But in that moment, she didn't care. All that she craved was Dean's touch. She was terrified that is she let go, he would somehow disappear, and reality would once again set in. Their tormented reality that made each moment together a special gift.

Dean broke their kiss, causing Skylar to whimper in protest. The small sound made him lift the corner of his mouth in a half smile while he continued to hold onto her backside. The sensation of his thumbs caressing the skin made her shudder in response.

"I love you, too," she breathed.

Dean kissed the end of her nose before pulling back completely. She suddenly felt empty and alone, despite her husband remaining only a few inches away. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a small box out.

He looked unsure and hesitant as he ran a hand through his light brown hair before speaking. "Um…I know I…I promised you a ring when we got married. Sorry it took me so long, Baby Girl." He lifted the lid on the box and Skylar gasped when she looked at the gorgeous diamond sparkling in the evening sun. The princess cut stone surrounded by several small diamonds was breathtaking.

"It's gorgeous," she breathed in awe. Dean gently took the ring out before lifting her left hand and slowly guiding it down her finger. It was a perfect fit. Tears began to drip from her eyes, and it wasn't until Dean used his thumb to wipe her cheek that she knew she was crying.

She was crying for this perfect moment, for this man that she loved with all her heart, and for this time that would soon be lost once they were forced back into the world that she was determined to leave behind.

"I'm glad you like it." Dean reached into his other pocket to hold a simple gold band in between his forefinger and thumb.

"You didn't." Skylar couldn't keep the shock, surprise, and excitement at bay if she tried.

"I most certainly did."

Dean started to slip it onto his finger, but Skylar stopped him. He rose a perfect eyebrow in question, and as if to answer him, she took the band and glided it down his finger in the same way he had with her own beautiful ring.

Lacing their fingers together, Skylar looked up at him with adoration. "Never take it off. I want every woman who looks at you to know that you're taken."

Dean laughed. "Woman are bat shit crazy and competitive as hell, Sky. This little gold piece is liable to make them pounce faster than a bitch in heat."

Skylar stuck her lip out to pout, realizing that he was probably right. But for the first time ever, she trusted Dean Winchester to keep his vows. He leaned down and bit her bottom lip, making her instantly smile against his gorgeous mouth.

"Do you trust me," he said in a low and sultry voice.

"Always." And with that one word, Skylar knew that she meant it with every fiber of her being.

Dean bent down to grasp her behind her knees, effortlessly lifting her to carry her back inside the dimly lit hotel room. The giant king-sized bed looked inviting with its stark white comforter and sheets. It was just as soft as she imagined when her back met the material, Dean hovering above her with the most tender look she had ever seen come from this dangerous and captivating man.

If her heart wasn't securely tucked inside her chest, Skylar was certain it would explode in that moment. The balcony doors continued to stand wide open, allowing a gentle breeze to touch her skin, while the faint voices of tourists below drifted to her ears.

But she couldn't move. All she was capable of accomplishing was lying still while she watched him undress. She peered at him through heavy lids as his leather jacket slid down his toned arms before landing on a nearby chair. His expert fingers then undid the buckle of his belt, a motion that she had come to love since that first night he kissed her after their first fight as husband and wife.

The tight black t shirt clinging to his body was discarded, quickly followed by his jeans. Standing in the dim light with nothing on but his necklace, boxer briefs, and gold wedding band, Skylar had to clench her legs lightly together to relieve some of the pressure that was beginning to build between her thighs.

He was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on.

Dean joined her on the bed, placing his hands on either side of her body, gazing down with a look of lust and uncertainty.

"We can wait if you want to," Dean said. Skylar could sense that he was saying those words out of obligation, though he didn't mean a word of it. As he spoke, Dean brought a finger to the material of her dress that covered her breast, dragging it down until she was exposed to his gaze. He bent his head low to capture her nipple in his mouth, flicking and sucking on it.

"Please." Skylar writhered beneath him, not sure what she was begging him for. She was pleading with him, and she hated to beg for anything. But only Dean could make the ache go away.

"Please what," Dean whispered against her skin, hooking a finger into the material covering her other breast and dragging it down until both were free. His lips found her other nipple, biting down tenderly before showing it the same amount of attention as he had the other.

Skylar parted her legs naturally, lifting her hips to get closer to Dean. He lowered himself the rest of the way, nestling between her parted thighs while continuing the slow torture with his mouth. She could feel how hard he was against her center. It was impossible to imagine that the thin material that continued to cover both of their bottom halves was the only thing separating them.

"I want you," she answered in response. The sound of her own voice foreign to her ears.

"Mmmmm," Dean groaned, vibrating against her chest. He lifted himself up on one elbow, dragging the thin material of her dress upward until it was discarded and laid aside. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sky," he breathed, taking in every inch of her body with his glazed over eyes. Despite his reassuring words, she was beginning to feel a little unsure of herself when it came to sex. Dean had been with more women than she could possibly imagine. Chances were, he didn't have a clue about how many women he had slept with over the years.

Hooking a finger into the side of her panties, Skylar reached down to stop him before he could slide them down her legs. He looked at her with a mixture of impatience and amusement. "I already asked you if you wanted to wait, Baby Girl. You can't stop me now that I'm so fucking close to heaven."

"I…I'm not stopping you. I just…"

"You just what?" Dean asked, bending down to kiss the side of her neck, nibbling at the exposed skin. Goosebumps rose all over Skylar's body at the incredible sensation.

"I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do. I know you've been with so many wo…"

"Shhhh," he demanded. Dean put a hand over her mouth, giving her a hard stare. "Finish that sentence, and I'll beat your cute little ass."

The empty threat hung in the air between them. Dean removed his hand, running a thumb along Skylar's bottom lip. She knew that she was an idiot to think that Dean wouldn't like being with her. But he had always preferred fast women in the past. Her hesitation was understandable.

Dean kissed the corner of her mouth. He reached down to once again hook two fingers into the side of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs. "All you have to do is open these sweet thighs for me, Baby." He placed a trail of kisses down her leg wherever his fingers had just touched. The sensation caused her body to ignite and any fear she had disappear.

Skylar didn't notice that her underwear was completely gone until Dean grasped the back of each leg, opening her wide to his gaze. She fought against him slightly, but he easily parted her. "So gorgeous. You're already so wet for me," Dean growled. He nestled her knees over his shoulders before dipping his head low, kissing upward on each thigh before coming into contact with her throbbing flesh. His full lips touched her completely.

Skylar's trance was lost for a moment as she realized what he was doing. That wasn't his fingers like it had been in the past. He was touching her with his mouth…with his tongue. At first, she tried to close her legs, but it only planted him more firmly against her center. Dean grabbed her by the back of the knee, opening her wide. His tongue flicked against her clit before sucking it into his mouth, only to be released. He repeated the delicious sensation over and over until she clutched the soft comforter tight for support. Her whole body shook, and soon she was moving her hips against his mouth, hoping to somehow get closer.

"Mmmm, so sweet, Baby," he murmured before slipping a finger inside. She bucked against him, feeling herself grow higher and higher until her body tightened and the breath that had been coming out quickly subsided until she was unable to breath at all.

"That's it, Baby Girl. Come for me," Dean's words of encouragement were all she needed to hear for her body to explode. Her legs were violently shaking against his hot skin as he continued to kiss and lick each inch of her, until the orgasm had left her body, leaving her sedated.

With one final suck on her clit, Dean slowly kissed himself up Skylar's abdomen until he was completely settled between her thighs. She tensed for a moment when she felt him pressed against her. At some point, he must have taken off his own bottoms. "I'm gonna make love to you. Just relax, Baby."

And with those words, Dean pressed into her, filling her completely. She screamed a little louder than she had anticipated. The pain was intense; much worse than she had imagined it would be. However, he stayed still and unmoving, whispering sweet words into her ear while running an expert hand up and down her flushed skin. Soon, the pain turned to a dull ache and she began to relax.

He moved inside of her, pulling all the way out before shoving back inside until every inch of her was hugging him tight. The groans coming from deep within his throat were driving her crazy on a whole new level. How could someone like her be giving him as much pleasure as he was giving to her? Skylar clung to Dean's back frantically as he pounded into her, quickening his thrusts.

Skylar could feel her body tightening again as he drove into her over and over. She widened her legs, begging to gain closer access until she began to shake again. Dean wrapped her tight in his arms, pulling her even near. "That's it. Fuck, Baby. Come on my cock." She came again, even harder than she had the first time. Within seconds, Dean was following, spilling himself inside her.

They laid together like that for several moments before pulling apart. Skylar rested her head against Dean's chest, once again listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as it returned to normal. In this moment, life was perfect. Her husband had just made love to her for the first time, and nothing, not even the end of the world, could ruin this time spent together.

Dean ran his fingers through Skylar's dark tresses, listening to her even breathing as she snuggled against him in her sleep. The doors to the balcony remained open despite the dropped temperature as night settled over their little slice of heaven.

He supposed he should get up and shut the doors, but the last thing he wanted to do was leave his wife's side while she slept peacefully after he had just made love to her. How in the hell did he get so lucky? In the back of his mind, he was reminded of how young she was, and it plagued him. But what if they waited and was never given the opportunity to experience something so perfect together? What if tonight was all they had, and tomorrow Lucifer showed up on their doorstep and ended everything? He couldn't bear the thought.

It was the first time in his life that he had ever made love to someone. Usually he just fucked them and tossed them aside. Sure, he had his repeats, like the waitress at Don's Diner. But he never looked at any of them as more than a piece of ass to get him off.

Being with Skylar was a whole new experience for Dean. He wanted to pleasure her and could give a shit about his own selfish needs. Of course, it had been mind-blowing for him too, but watching her come had been surreal. He loved his girl more and more with each passing moment, and he was beginning to live if only to make her happy.

Dean stared at his cell phone on the bed side table. It was taunting him to say the least. Since turning it off that morning, he hadn't tried to check any of his messages. He was sure that there were a shit ton waiting with a vengeance to crash him back to reality.

It wasn't smart to leave his cell off when the apocalypse was literally waiting at their doorstep. Against his better judgement, Dean reached over to turn it back on, wincing when it began to buzz to life. He sighed in relief as Skylar continued to sleep peacefully next to him, a soft smile lingering on her swollen lips. Dean kissed her forehead as he brought the phone to his ear and began listening to the endless voice messages left for him that day…mostly from Castiel.

They weren't that important, mostly scolding him for taking off in the middle of a supernatural war and how he was too impulsive. It wasn't until the fifth voice message that he began to listen in earnest.

"Dean." It was Sam's voice this time, sounding panicked. "You need to call me back. Something happened to Cass and we need to go see Chuck. Maybe he can help us out and tell us what happened to Cass. With Lucifer out of his cage, I don't want to take any chances."

Dean shut his cell, closing his eyes in fear and frustration. This cannot be happening right now. Two weeks. He only asked for two fucking weeks alone with his wife, and he couldn't even get a full day without shit hitting the fan.

Carefully, Dean pulled himself away from Skylar's sleeping form. He was reluctant to leave her, but if he didn't call Sam back immediately, he wouldn't get any sleep that night. Quietly walking to the balcony, Dean closed the double doors and gazed out at the dark water before calling his younger brother. It wasn't even midnight yet and Sam answered on the second ring.

"Dean!?"

"Yeah, it's me. What in the hell do you mean 'something happened to Cass?"

"We were arguing about you taking off and then suddenly there was a bright light and he was just…gone."

"Well, Sammy, that's what angel's do. They like to blind you with a light before playing some kind of mind-fuck disappearing act on you. What did you expect?"

"No," Sam said firmly. "This is different, Dean. We were in the middle of a conversation when suddenly he like…exploded."

"Exploded?"

"Yeah, exploded…in chunks."

"But angels don't explode into chunks."

"Dean, obviously I am aware of that fact, but I know what I saw. That's why we need to get to Chuck and see if he can tell us what happens next. You know…in our story."

Dean shut his eyes and groaned, thinking about the profit who had published books with every single detail pertaining to their life, including sex.

Shit.

Dean whipped his head around in the direction of his hotel room. He would kill that mother fucker if he published a new book with each detail of his and Skylar's physical relationship. When they first ran into the Supernatural series and Chuck, Dean had skimmed through each novel. Skylar had been an active person throughout the books. This new little detail was bound to make for some 'erotic' reading for fans of the series.

"Yeah, alright. Um, I'll meet you at Chuck's tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you."

"Yeah," Dean said with agitation, about to shut his phone.

"And Dean," Sam began.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"I'm sorry about ruining your honeymoon."

"It was my fault for thinking we could get away from all of this…even if it was meant to be temporarily. It's time to raise some hell and gank these sons-of-bitches once and for all."