Sam could see that Dean was upset about this girl, she was unique in a way that Dean hadn't really dealt with before, she was more mature that some of the other women Dean had picked up in the past. She wasn't a dumb, skinny blonde, or an overly busty brunette but settled somewhere ahead of them, Sam didn't understand why he had never told him about her. Even he could tell that Dean still loved her, no matter how hesitantly, and Sam could see why, she was brutally honest, made with strong features and a soft body. He watched his brother intently as if expecting an explanation.

"Is there something you want?" Dean said curtly.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?"

"It wasn't important."

"It wasn't important?! You getting married isn't important?!"

"It was a long time ago."

"Not so long."

"Just let it go."

"I can't!"

Dean pulled out his bag and searched through the contents, trying to find the piece of paper that would separate them forever, his face was set, determination hardened every plane on his face and glinted in his eyes.

"Okay, lawyer boy, I want you to tell me something."

"What?"

"Is there anyway for her to divorce me without this piece of paper?"

"Legally she needs your signature to do that…."

"That's not what I asked. Is there anyway for her to divorce me without my signature or this piece of paper?"

"No, not as far as I know."

"Good."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna take responsibility for my actions."

"What does that mean?"

Dean took the paper into both of his hands and held the top, Sam's eyes widened and his mouth formed an O, slowly he tore the piece of paper in two, relishing in the sound of tearing paper and the sweet satisfaction that he had done it.

Althea

Twenty minutes, that's how long she had before Ben's parents showed up, twenty minutes, nervously she twisted her hands and fisted them into her dark blue skirt, she fidgeted uncontrollably.

"Relax, they're not going to eat you."

"You never know." She said, laughing nervously.

"They're going to love you."

Thea smiled and tried to ease the aching tension that had crept into her neck, everything was going to be perfect, not even Dean's visit earlier this afternoon could ruin the perfect mood she had set. Low lights and candles created a romantic glow while soft jazz in the background created a friendly atmosphere and the food she had made was some of her most perfect. She had to admit that she had gone to the extreme trying to make this perfect for his parents, but somehow she was still preoccupied with Dean.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look a little flushed."

"Yea, just anticipation I suppose."

"Everything's going to be just fine, I promise and then we'll have a little alone time." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I dunno, I was thinking I would make a custard later tonight." She joked.

"Think again." He whispered in a low voice.

A shiver ran down her spine, what had she done right to deserve such an amazing man who made her feel this way, suddenly a picture of Dean appeared in her head and another shiver went down her spine, she shook her head and tried to smile. The doorbell rang and Thea jumped.

"That must be my parents."

Let the interrogation begin. She thought to herself and followed Ben towards the front door, before opening the door Ben looked at her and winked, trying to ease the mood of the situation. The door opened and there stood a homely looking couple, the woman leaning on the man's shoulder, her smile bright and warm as she stared at Thea, Thea held out her hand and smiled.

"Mrs. Payne." She said to the woman.

The woman took her and surprised Thea by enveloping her in a hug, Thea frowned but returned the hug, it seemed strange.

"I've heard so much about you, you feel like a daughter to me already."

"Oh Margot, let her go, you're scaring the girl." The man said in a deep rumbling baritone with just a tinge of a Scottish accent.

"Shut up, Peter." The woman said, laughing as she pulled away.

"Mr. Payne." Thea held her hand out again.

"Enough of this Mrs. and Mr. we're Peter and Margot to you."

"Okay." Thea said awkwardly. "Well, come in."

"Love to."

Margot and Peter entered the house and immediately took in the surrounding, it wasn't much but it was her home, the home she had grown up in, the home that she would raise her children in. Already the living room was child proof with none of her mother's china laid out on the mantle piece or the antique chest that her father had bought in Germany. It was homey with a light blue overstuffed sofa tucked into the alcove created by the curved windows, two navy suede Queen Anne chairs sat across from that and a plasma screen that Ben had brought when he moved in sat above the fireplace. Various knick knacks had collected on her mantle piece and the maple bookcases that Ben had made her for her birthday.

"You have a lovely home." Margot said.

"Thank you."

"I especially love the drapes."

The comment almost brought tears to her eyes, the drapes were her mother's contribution to the room, dark blue drapes that hung to the floor with silver embroidered into the fabric in the shapes of flowers and dragons.

"My mother made them."

"They are exquisite."

"Thank you."

Ben nudged her and smiled then mouthed to her I told you so. Thea relaxed and sighed.

"Well if you would like to go into the dining room, I have supper prepared and will be serving in about ten minutes." She checked her watch.

"Okay!" Margot exclaimed and followed Thea into the dining room.

Thea left the three in the dining room and went into the kitchen, once behind the door she sagged and sighed heavily, she felt incredibly guilty now, the whole time she had talking to them she had been thinking about Dean. You're an idiot! She thought to herself.

TBC TBC TBC TBC TBC!

You know what to do!