What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

ALL OF ME

7 months ago

3am
Grand Rapids, Michigan
Gaudiest Motel Room Ever

Dean's POV

I couldn't stop touching her. Three hours into our midnight hot-tub rendezvous and I was still awake. Beth had fallen asleep an hour ago, sated and smiling. I left the light on, just so I could see her. Right now I couldn't believe she was in my arms after so long. Weeks, months for her, she'd been gone, and a part of me had started to think I might never see her again.

Soft, wavy locks fell across her face as she rolled over, wrapped her arm around my waist. I slipped my arm under her head and she murmured, wriggling in closer, her head coming to rest on my chest. I leaned down, kissed her forehead, and brushed the hair out of her face.

Perfect. She was perfect in every way. I traced circles along her bare hip, dancing my fingertips across the scars that were carved into her otherwise flawless skin. Scars told a story, I knew each and every one of hers. I'd been there for them, I'd caused some of them, and tonight I'd kissed them all, reminding her of the life we'd had together.

I made a decision in that moment, contemplated the timing, figured we could make it. With a happy sigh, I wriggled down until I was lying alongside her, she groaned softly in her sleep and rolled over. I moved with her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back against my body, pressing every inch of skin I could to her. I'd sleep now. Now that I had a plan, I could fall into oblivion.

7am
Grand Rapids, Michigan
Motel Room

Beth's POV

It had been so long since I'd made love for hours on end. I smiled as I stretched like a cat, seeing the sunlight start to filter in through the curtains. I groaned, expected a hand to reach around and grasp a breast, tweak the nipple, pull me back into the love I'd received only hours ago. Nothing.

I paused, raising my head and looking around the room. The bed next to me was distressingly empty. I sat up, pulling the sheet around me in a false sense of modesty and frowned. "Dean?"

No reply.

My heart skipped a beat. Felt like it might stop. I looked around the room, blood rushed to my ears as I searched for a note. Nothing. "Dean?" I called out again, but he was definitely gone. Had last night just been a dream? I kicked back the sheet, crawling out of bed and grabbed a bathrobe from the chair nearby, sliding my arms into it and cinching it at the waist.

A light flashed from the table, three steps and I had my phone in my hand, punching in the passcode and scrolling for Dean. The door rattled as I was about to hit dial. I froze, reached for the gun in my bag as the door swung open.

"Hey beautiful, you're up already?" Dean walked in carrying several bags of pastries from the bakery across the road, and a couple of large coffees. He kicked the door closed behind him, and then placed the food and drink on the table next to him as I stared, taking it all in. Tears sprung to my eyes as I fought off the emotions flooding through me. Fear. Panic. Distress. Relief. I crossed the room in a heartbeat, throwing myself into his surprised arms.

"Hey!" He said, "you okay?" I nodded, burying my nose into his neck, breathing deeply of his scent, it reassured me: he was here. "I'm sorry," he said a moment later. "I should have left a note. I won't do that again."

12pm
Lake Express Ferry
Lake Michigan

Dean's POV

"This is crazy, where are we going?" Beth asked, turning smiling eyes to look at me. We were standing on the deck of the Ferry, half way into the journey across Lake Michigan. I smiled, she had to suspect, of course she did. She wasn't stupid.

"You know," I laughed, smiling at her and handing her a muffin from the bakery I'd hit up earlier. I'd had to drive like a madman to get us here on time, but we'd made it with 15 minutes to spare. We'd never taken the ferry before, now that we were out here on the water, I was starting to understand why, I was feeling sick to my stomach with all the swaying - the sooner we got back on solid land, the better. It wasn't as bad as flying, but I'd had enough boats to last me a lifetime in the last week.

"Okay, so I think I know what you're up to, Mister Winchester, and you need to know it's not necessary," she said with a smile, soft hands sliding around my waist as I wrapped my arm around her. She was starting to shiver with the cold wind coming off the water, I guided us back downstairs to the enclosed seating area.

"Of course it's necessary, Mrs Winchester," I said, feeling strange even playing this out. But I'd asked her, three days ago, in the hospital after she'd been returned to me. We were going to do this - get out - and I the more I thought about it, there didn't seem a better time than on this day. I was going to make it worth remembering, I was going to do what she never expected me to do, and bring it right back to the sentimental.

Beth beamed at me with the use of her married name, and I chuckled. We'd not had much of a chance to indulge in married life - it might not be me but I was going to make up for it now. I should have done it a long time ago.

We were downstairs, standing by the large glass windows and taking in the sights of a quickly approaching Milwaukee. "Ugh, Wisconsin," Beth muttered, I chuckled and bumped my shoulder against hers.

"Hey I have some good memories of Wisconsin," I said.

"Oh yeah?" Beth asked. "Like what?"

I gazed into those big brown eyes and rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" I asked. She nodded. "It's where I caught you in my arms, saved you from that bitch demon Ruby. And Lake Manitoc? It's where I told you I loved you for the first time." I tucked loose hair behind her ear and smiled.

"Huh," Beth said with a smile. "I suppose those are pretty good things." I agreed, let her see it in my eyes, and leaned in to claim her lips like I had that day by the lake.

3pm
Baraboo, Wisconsin
Cemetary

Beth's POV

"This is a bad idea, babe," Dean said again, but I had to do it.

"I need to. It's been… so long. I've avoided it, but… you said it yourself. This is where our life together began, Dean. I should at least pay my respects to that." For so many years, every year, two days after Dean's birthday, I mourned. My birthday sunrise tradition had turned to a sunset tradition, and we would find water - be it a river, lake, ocean - and I'd send my love to my dad. Not once, in thirteen years, had I actually come back here.

The reason was staring me in the face.

Here Lies
Patrick John O'Malley
August 8, 1954 - January 26, 1996
His loving wife
Grace Sophia O'Malley (Sullivan)
March 11, 1955 - May 31, 2006
And daughter
Elizabeth Grace O'Malley
August 3, 1980 - January 26, 1996

"I didn't realise…" my words wandered off at the plaque.

"Jefferson took care of it," Dean said softly, his hand sliding up into my hair at the base of my neck. "He knew you'd want them to be together."

I choked back a sob. So much had happened in the last three years that I'd barely given a passing thought to what happened to mother's body after John, Cole and Jefferson had exorcised the demon from her. In my heart, she'd been dead a long time before that, and that's how it had stayed. Of course, they weren't really here, they were in Heaven, I knew that in my heart. And just like Mary and John, they had been cremated - the true hunter's funeral. But I suspected Jefferson had buried her ashes here, just as we'd done for my dad.

"I've died so many times I can't count," I said quietly, staring at my name. Dean's arm was a comfort to me as he pulled me against him, pressed his lips to the side of my head.

"Too many times for my liking," he whispered.

"You too," I agreed, nodding. "Too much. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

"Ditto," he said, turning me to face him. "This isn't going to be us, buried before our time, Beth. I promise. We're out, now. Screw the angels, the seals, I won't lose you again. I want this… but I want it to say we lived until we were 100 years old."

I smiled at him through teared up eyes. "Yes," I nodded.

8pm
Blue Earth, Minnesota
Chapel

Dean's POV

We'd made it. I felt nervous now that we were here. Beth was lighting the candles in the chapel as I wandered into the main house, looking for a bottle of wine, something we'd left behind all those months ago. I found one in the kitchen, unopened, something we'd bought on a whim for some other special occasion. I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and hurried back to join Beth.

I walked up to the altar, it was clear of everything save a cross and several candles Beth had lit. Placing the glasses down, I walked quickly down to the front of the chapel where I'd asked her to wait. She looked jittery as I stepped into the little foyer.

"Hey," I smiled, receiving that beautiful quirky grin I loved so much in return.

"Hi," she said. "This is … well… how's the heart?" Her eyebrow pitched up in a smirk as I laughed heartily.

"Fine. Steady," I said. "Always has been with you."

"Schmuck," she countered. I smiled, thinking of how often I'd called her that.

"Yeah, well, don't tell Sam," I muttered, taking her hand. "You ready?"

Beth turned to look down the aisle toward the altar where a soft, golden glow illuminated the angel wings of the statue that had watched over us since we were kids. "Yeah," she nodded with a smile, squeezing my hand a little excitedly.

I walked her down the aisle, just like I had a year before. Dressed in our simple street clothes, holding hands, two people in love with nothing more than each other to lean on.

We reached the altar, turned to face each other. I don't think you could have wiped the smiles from our face.

"I love you," I said, reaching out a hand to cup her cheek. "Always have, always will." Beth smiled, tears welling in her eyes. "And I wouldn't be here without you, you know that. It was you, Beth, your faith, that got me out of Hell."

"You came for me," she said in reply. "When I was trapped down there, in the Underworld, you came for me."

"I'll always come for you," I whispered, dropping my hand down to take her hands in mine. "Today, tomorrow and always."

"Today, tomorrow and always," she echoed, the vows we'd spoken to each other fresh in our minds from a year ago.

"The passage, that Jefferson read. Can you say it?" I asked. She knew it by heart, I had no doubt. It had been a favourite of her dad's, and she'd once told me it was the epitome of true love. Beth nodded, licked her lips nervously.

"Love is patient," she started. I stared into her eyes, locked on to the chocolate orbs I adored. "Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs." Her breathing grew slightly faster as I felt her struggle to hold her emotions together. I squeezed her hands in encouragement, and she took a deep breath, smiled. "Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

"Amen," I whispered, even though I never prayed. This was worth praying for.

"I love you," she whispered back, her voice finally cracking. With a smile, I pulled her into me, my lips seeking out the soft, fullness of her trembling mouth and lavishing it with all the care and fullness of my heart. I poured my heart and soul into that kiss, showing her in the best way, my way, how much she meant to me.

"Happy anniversary," I wished with a bump of my nose against hers.

"This was perfect, Dean, thank you," she replied, stepping in to wrap her arms around me. I tucked her head under my chin and held her tight as we swayed gently together.

"Well the night isn't over," I chuckled. After a moment I turned back to the wine and glasses on the altar, pouring us a glass. "To us."

"To us," she laughed.

"But wait, there's more, I've ordered pizza!" I grinned and she groaned with hunger.

"Oh thank god, I'm starving!"

Only my wife would be excited about pizza on an anniversary. I had a feeling that it was going to be a yearly tradition with us. I looked at her, realised that was one of the reasons I loved her so much. We simply fit. We always had.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Song for this little snippet is All of Me by John Legend. Love love love that song.

This was a randomly inspired piece after watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 . We don't always get to see Dean being a romantic fool, this was sweet, and I think totally him when it comes to Beth. I hope you enjoyed their first anniversary :) It was directly after he rescued her soul from the Underworld.

There was a review earlier asking about what happened to Beth in the Underworld. One scene had lent itself to saying she was raped by Hades. I had initially thought to go this way, which is why it was in there, and then I changed my mind because I think these two have been through enough trauma and after such a long hiatus I didn't want to get into more original pieces to cover the aftermath. I needed to get the story moving again. I will cover how the rape is interrupted in my story Where Angels Fear to Tread in the future. I don't plan to just leave it hanging :)