In a world where hunters are branded to one another, Skylar bore a mark identical to Dean's. The red scar signified their fate to one day join as one and fight the dark forces of evil together. She was only a child but was much stronger than anyone could have ever imagined. Why did the universe bring them together? What evil were they meant to conquer? Was it a mere coincidence, or was there a greater purpose to their destiny?
Skylar watched Dean from afar, suddenly feeling much older than her twelve years of age. Blood was pouring down his handsome face; his lip curled back and shaking from the violent slaughter. No, this wasn't another monster that Dean had vanquished.
It was a human.
Dean told her often that humans were much more vicious than supernatural beings. Human's were evil without a purpose. Sometimes you had to murder those that were alive so that innocent people, such as herself, could continue to live.
He sauntered over to her slowly and with trepidation. Dean studied Skylar's features for any sign of disgust, but there was none. It was as if she understood what must be done to save humanity. The rules of law did not apply to hunters. Hunters were above the law, for without them, all humanity would cease to exist.
"Sky."
Dean reached out to her, his hands stained red. But she did not pull away. She allowed his blood-soaked fingers to trace against her skin, reveling in the feel of his dangerous presence that somehow made her feel alive for the first time since her mother's death. This was the man she would one day marry. This was the man that she would one day fight with…fight for. He was her destiny, and she was no longer willing to fight against it.
"Sky."
She melted into Dean's touch, her heart accelerating to a dangerous level. He would leave her again, and this moment would become a distant memory. But he would come back.
He always came back.
"Skylar!"
Skylar jumped at the sound of Dean's voice. She turned around and gazed at three pairs of eyes who were watching her with intense interest from Chuck's couch as she held a copy of Supernatural in her hands.
When Dean had woken her up that morning to tell her that Cass was missing, she was ashamed to admit that the first real thought to enter her head had been relief. Maybe the other angels could follow suit and explode in the process. Skylar was still determined to never again stare death in the face. She had silently dressed and got in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean was determined to do what he must, and Skylar was determined to stay by her husband's side.
However, she hadn't spoken an entire word that day. This was supposed to be her moment alone with Dean. What if last night was all they were given? She remembered the way Dean had touched every inch of her body, making love to her until she was satisfied, and her heart cried for that precious moment to never end.
But reality came crashing back to them with a vengeance, determined to not let them bask in the sweet moment that they had shared for a few short hours.
Once Dean had her attention, his booming voice returned to a soft whisper that he was beginning to adopt when speaking to her.
"We need to go find Zachariah and find out what the hell is going on. Chuck said that Cass is dead, and without the blade, that doesn't make any sense. Let's go."
"No."
Dean turned around, halting his hand on the doorknob. "Excuse me?"
His question wasn't angry or mocking. It was like he hadn't heard her at all.
"I…I'm going to stay here. You go find Zachariah."
"Baby," Dean said in a hushed tone as he rushed over to her, leaning down, one hand resting on the back of the couch. "I'm not letting you out of my sight. I know that I promised you a honeymoon and I'm fucking sorry that it got cut extremely short, but once this whole thing is taken care of, I promise that you and I, just the two of us, will go away by ourselves."
Skylar wanted to believe Dean's words, but there was no guarantee that once he walked out that door, she would ever lay eyes again on the man that she had come to fiercely love again. She wasn't sure she could survive such a loss.
"I don't want to go. I'll just slow you down," she said, putting on her best fake smile. "Chuck is a profit. I think I'm safe enough here."
"From demons," Dean pressed. "Not angels. And we now know that those hypocritical psychos are way worse than some black-eyed assholes."
Skylar's smile faltered until her lips shook against her will. "Please."
Dean gazed away, running a hand over his stubbled jaw. "Chuck?" he asked in question.
"Yeah, yeah. She can stay here as long as she wants," Chuck said in a hurry while gathering a pile of papers off the hardwood floor.
"I won't be long, Baby," he bent down to drop a tender kiss on her forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Skylar watched him walked out of the small home, her heart leaving with him.
"You weren't kidding when you said something was wrong her," Sam said while sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala.
The tires squealed as Dean pulled out onto the street, Baby's accelerator pressed to the floor. "That's why I wanted a few weeks for us, Sammy. We couldn't even get a few hours before all this shit happened. How in the hell am I supposed to keep my wife happy and sane when I can't even keep a simple promise? Life won't stop throwing fucked up shit our way long enough to catch our breath."
Sam scoffed.
"What?" Dean asked, his voice on edge.
"Dean," Sam began carefully, weighing his words. "Branding happens so that you won't breed with a civilian. You and Sky…I'm glad that the two of you have suddenly fallen madly in love with one another, but you need to stay focused. Look at the bigger picture. Sky wasn't brought into your life so that you could lay in bed all day and recite sappy love poems to one another. She was brought into your life for this, Dean…To fight the devil."
Dean's face darkened. "One…I wouldn't recite a sappy love poem if Lucifer himself had a knife against my balls. And two! So help me God, I will drag that demonic fuck back to hell myself if he comes within a mile of my wife."
Sam gave a heavy sigh but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Where in the hell did he get off saying that saving the world was more important that Skylar was? Dean wasn't as blinded as his younger brother thought him to be. Otherwise he would have told him to fuck off last night instead of driving to Georgia and knocking on Chuck Shurley's front door to find answers about Castiel and their doomed future.
He would have rather stayed in that haven with Skylar, running his fingertips along the smooth skin of her perfect body. He should be making love to his wife repeatedly. But instead, he was forced to chase down angels who were determined to use him in their fight against Lucifer.
Dean recalled that morning when he had woken Skylar up, a lazy grin touching her pretty features. She laid naked to his gaze, letting the blankets fall from her sleepy form. She trusted him completely with her body and her heart. For someone who had lived his life reckless and sinful, he couldn't fathom how something so perfect was his for the taking.
What had he done right?
Skylar had been the only light to shine through his dark existence. He would do anything within his power to save the world, if only to have one more day with his saving grace.