Molly stared down at the man sleeping in her bed. It had been three weeks since he showed up on her front doorstep and she was no closer to her goal of making him fall in love with her. It might sound crazy to some people trying to make someone fall in love with you, but to her it wasn't. She prayed for a man and one just showed up. That was a sign that he was meant to be hers, wasn't it. She lightly ran her fingers down his cheek. So handsome she thought. Molly had been sneaking in to watch John sleep every night since he got there, but that was all she did. She watched. Tonight that changed. Tonight she did something had been longing to do. She kissed John.

Molly leaned and pressed her lips to his. They were so soft. She felt him shift beneath her. For the briefest moment it felt like he was kissing her back. Afraid to wake him she quietly stole of his room. She fell asleep that night with a smile on her face.

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John woke up feeling a little strange. Ever since Mary died he had dreams about her. Always in his dreams she was just out of reach. It was so frustrating having her close, but so far away. However last night's dream was different. Last night he kissed Mary, but it felt weird. It didn't feeling like it used to. Kissing Mary always felt like coming home. When he kissed her the whole world seemed to melt away. The kiss in his dream didn't feel like that. It made him feel dirty. It felt like he was cheating on his wife. But how could that be if it was only a dream and it was his wife in the dream?

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Molly couldn't keep the smile off her face that morning. She knew what she had felt. John had kissed her back. Now all she needed to do was get him to kiss her when he was awake.

"What's with the grin. Is the phone working?" asked John as he walked into the kitchen to find Molly making breakfast.

"No sorry John. I checked already. It's still down," answered Molly.

"Well I think I'll go outside for some fresh air before breakfast," said John.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Molly.

"I'll be fine. I'm feeling much better. Besides it's not like I'm going to run a marathon," joked John.

"Okay John, just be careful you don't over do it," warned Molly.

"I'm a marine, there's no such thing as overdoing it," said John as he headed outside.

He's a marine? Molly loved a military man. Her husband had served in the army. Molly closed her eyes and tried to picture John in his uniform. I bet he looks handsome in his uniform she thought.

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John stood on the porch and took a deep breath. He loved the outdoors, but right now he didn't care if he ever ventured into the great outdoors again. He just wanted to be back with his boys. He missed them so much. He had never spent this much time away from them and when he was away on a hunt he always kept in touch on a regular basis. They must be really worried if they didn't already think I'm dead. That thought chilled him to the bone. Dean shouldn't have to go through that again. The pain of losing a parent.

Mary's face filled John's head and the dream he had came rushing back to him, even though he wished he could forget it. He wished he could forget the way it made him feel. It was sort of like the way Molly made him feel. He was grateful for everything she had done for him, but he was definitely feeling smothered. It felt strange to have another woman fussing over him, especially one that wanted to wait on him hand and foot. It felt kind of like he was betraying Mary, but he knew that was crazy. He wasn't even remotely interested in her.

He was pretty certain Molly wasn't interested in him. What woman would be interested in a guy that showed up on her front doorstep covered in blood?

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John headed back into the kitchen to find Molly was singing to herself. He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before; he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

"Umm." John cleared his throat and Molly spun around.

"Oh John you're back. Good. I was just going to get you. Now how do you want your waffle? With brown sugar and maple syrup? Or did you want cinnamon? I also have strawberry preserves," offered Molly.

"Molly you don't have to go to all that trouble. Syrup and butter is fine," answered John.

"Are you sure? Because really it's no trouble. It's nice to have someone to cook for," said Molly.

"You know Molly, I'm pretty handy in the kitchen. If you want I could help out with some of the cooking," said John.

"Nonsense. You're a guest a here. You don't have to do anything and it like I said it's nice to have a man to cook for," said Molly as she put a plate of waffles in front of John.

A man to cook for? She must missing having her husband around. John could relate to that.

"Molly tell me about your husband," said John.

"Jack, he was an architect with his own firm in Manhattan. He designed this cabin. He picked the location because he wanted something far away from everything. As much as he loved living in the city, Jack enjoyed being able to get away from it all. He used to say that he wanted to retire here. He was only thirty-six when he died," said Molly sadly.

"I'm sorry. What happened?" asked John gently.

"Brain aneurysm. The doctor said he probably went quick and didn't suffer much. I guess that some consolation," said Molly softly.

"It's never easy to lose someone you love is it," said John.

"No it's not. Friends they mean well, but they don't understand why you don't move on right away, as if it's that easy. That's why I moved here." said Molly.

"To be closer to Jack?" Asked John.

"Yeah, Jack loved this place, but I know that he wouldn't want me to mourn him the rest of my life." It felt good to share her feelings with John. She only hoped that he didn't think she was still not over her husband.

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John was in the kitchen looking for a dishtowel. He had just knocked over a glass of water and wanted to wipe it up. He reached for the nearest drawer and opened it. What the hell thought John. Inside the drawer was his gun. What was it doing there? Molly hadn't mentioned finding a gun. Okay maybe she was afraid to tell me she found it. What if she thinks I'm some sort of gun carrying psycho?

More to Come

Song Lyrics are from And Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals

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