AN: Just fair warning, this story is going to contain some smut here and there. I will always announce it at the beginning of a chapter, that way if you don't want to read it, you can skip past it, but for those who do read things of that nature, it will be in the story. As always, thank you for all of the favorites, follows, and reviews and please continue to do so. It gives me the inspiration to keep at it!
Jennifer and Dean suddenly gasped coming back to reality. Looking around they notice their hands slightly touching each other over the divorce papers.
"What the hell was that?" Dean said while pulling his hand back and abruptly standing up. Jennifer kept looking around, watching Dean pace in a panic. "What THE HELL was THAT?!" Dean asked again, making Jennifer jump.
"I…I don't know. Vision maybe?" Jennifer whispered, afraid that he was angry because he was accidently pulled into it with her. "I'm sorry…I can't control it all yet. I wouldn't use any of this on you on purpose Dean, you know that right?" Jennifer continued to watch Dean pace and run his hands through his hair and over his face, unanswering. The silence became deafening and her guilt became over bearing, and she quickly signed the papers and made her way upstairs. After shutting her bedroom door she heard the front door slam downstairs and she pushed her back against the door and slid to the floor. This was it…this was how they ended. She really hadn't meant to, she didn't even feel this one come on until it was over. How is she supposed to control something like this?
Knocking on the door broke her train of thought and she realized she has been crying. Hastily she wipes her tears away and clears her throat. "Yeah?"
"Babe, let me in…please." Dean's voice rumbled quietly through the door. He put his hands and forehead against the door, realizing shortly after his melt down what she had said to him. "Come on Jenn. I'm sorry, I just needed a minute; you didn't do anything wrong…"
Jennifer sat in silence, holding off any more tears from falling. She heard his boots shuffle on the floor and his hands dragging down the door closer to her head. Hearing his voice so close showed her that he was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the door.
"I can't promise I am always gonna handle this well. There's gonna be times I completely screw this up because I'm me…but if we have to relive that conversation we just saw, then we will. I'm not giving up on us, and I'm not gonna let you either…so can you please open this door so I can have this conversation with you and not a door."
"I don't want to hurt you…you, Sam…everyone needs to stay as far away from me as possible. I have no control over any of this and there's going to be a time where it's not going to be a harmless vision and you know it Dean…I signed the papers, so just take them and run." She heard a heavy sigh come from the other side of the door and some shuffling around before silence overcame them. A single tear fell from the corner of her eye, head leaned back on the door, and her elbows on her knees. She tried to keep her breathing even, feeling the tears welling up faster than ever in her eyes. Believing she was finally alone she let out a sob, feeling everything she has been holding back for the past 7 months come crashing into her all at once. As soon as Dean heard the loud sob from his side of the door he felt his heart break into pieces and couldn't stand it anymore. He was getting into that room whether she wanted him to or not. He slammed his hands against the door, causing her to let out a frightened yell which he would have found funny in any other situation.
"Open the door…" After a few moments of silence he hit the door again with a little more force, causing her to jump away from the door. "Jennifer Lynn Winchester open this door now or I'll kick it in."
Knowing he wasn't kidding, he would kick the door right off of its hinges to get in that room, she slowly came to the door and slowly clicked the lock back out of place. Quickly wiping her face off she slowly opened the door just enough to show her small frame in the doorway. Getting a good look at her, his heart froze. She refused to make eye contact, tear tracks stained her slightly blotchy face, her eyes were bloodshot, and her bottom lip was quivering from trying to hold in the tears.
"Babe…look at me." Her eyes stayed trained onto his chest, not moving a single muscle in her body and he wasn't going to have any of it. Dean stepped to her, leaving no space between them, cupped her face and pulled her head up to look at him. Once her eyes locked with his he gave her a tentative smile and put his forehead against hers, maintaining eye contact. "We aren't giving up. Winchesters don't run and they don't quit. Now let's go burn those papers and let me show my hot ass wife how much I've missed her." Dean gave his classic smirk, making her let out a short and breathy laugh which made him smile wider. He wrapped his hands around her shoulders, pulling her in tightly, feeling her gently wrapping her arms around his waist and he kissed the top of her head repeatedly. Dean kept hearing her mumbled apologies in his chest and felt guilty over his reaction.
"Listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. It's just going to take me some time getting used to everything. We'll figure it out together." Dean pulled back and cradled her face, staring between her lips and her eyes. He's been dying to kiss her, a real kiss this time. No drunken ramblings, no worries, just an amazing kiss between a husband and his wife. The feeling of them together in any intimate setting automatically sets his blood on fire, sending pleasant tingling all over, and the feeling is addictive. Jennifer knew if she gave in, then they were really going to give this one last shot for better or worse, and even though she knew there were a million reasons for them to both just walk away, she also knew neither of them really could ever just up and walk away from the other. She put one hand on the back of his neck and tangled her fingers into the short hairs on the base of his neck and pushed herself as close as she could to him and Dean took the green light and leaned in quickly, pushing his lips onto hers at a feverish pace, which she quickly matched. Both of their bodies suddenly felt as if an explosion was happening inside of them, heating them up from the inside out. Dean groaned at the feeling and buried one of his hands into her curls, gripping tightly, while the other hand wrapped around her back and pulled her body impossibly closer to his own. She bit his bottom lip gently, standing on her tip toes, dragging her body up his own, fingers intertwined in the back of his hair. The feeling was so right that Dean never wanted it to stop and wasn't sure he could even if he wanted to at the moment. Neither thinking of what was to come between Michael's meddling, Crowley popping up, Sam and Bobby coming back home. Nothing else mattered at this very moment but them. Jennifer pulled back when the need for air became too strong and they both looked at each others faces. Both had swollen lips, heavy breathing, lust blown eyes, flushed skin, and slightly mussed up hair.
"We probably don't have a lot of time left before everything kicks in, so I gotta ask…do you really want kids?" Dean had to know, he wanted his wife to give him a couple of kids. A chance to do things right, give his kids a loving Mom and a sane, involved Dad. He just didn't want to make her feel forced. He knew her better than he knew himself sometimes, and he knew that moving at this fast of a pace with everything going on wasn't going to sit well with her.
"Do you really think it's the best idea right now? I mean the apocalypse…Lucifer is out of his cage. You and Sam are walking targets because you're THE vessels and I'm-"
"You're what?" Dean cut her off, not wanting to hear the speech of how she could hurt anyone again. "You wouldn't hurt a fly if you didn't have to, so don't use that…and Sammy and me will always have something after us. Are we going to use that excuse cause if so we won't ever do this."
"Do you really want to raise kids in this lifestyle Dean? In a family of hunter's with a side of witch?"
"We don't have to…we can get out, have the apple pie life and protect them while working 9-5's. You were born to be a Mom babe, the way you take care of people, protect people…the way you love.." Seeing the hope in his eyes, the almost child-like glee at the thought of being a father was enough to break her resolve. He deserved to have a chance at a real family, a real life.
"If we could really do it the right way I would love for nothing more than to give that to you." Dean smiled and kissed her thoroughly all over again, feeling goosebumps raise on his body and his body heating up, and Dean gave into the feeling, trailing his kisses down her neck, tasting the slight salty taste from the light sheen of sweat developing on her body. Hearing her breathy moan when his teeth grazed her collarbone sent his body over the edge and he kicked the door closed and grabbed under her thighs, picking her up and the feeling of her wrapping her legs around his waist while pressing her 36 C's into his face made him harder than he really remembered ever being. While peppering kisses and licks across her neck and chest she began pulling his plaid shirt off right before he hit the bed and threw her down onto it. Before she could really miss his touch he ripped his shirts off and laid his body over hers, pulling her tank top up, kissing every inch of skin revealed to him on his way up. Jennifer gave in to the feelings Dean was putting her body through after almost a year of missing his touch. They faintly heard the front door slam downstairs but neither paid much attention, knowing it was just Sam and Bobby returning.
"I fucking missed you." Dean said before attaching his mouth back onto hers. Between the feeling of his magically lips on hers, and the pressure of his erection pressed into her core she couldn't help the sounds erupting from her. Dean swiftly unbuttoned her jeans, sitting up on his knees he pulled them off of her legs at an almost inhuman speed. As Jennifer sat up to unbuckle and unbutton Dean's jeans he pulled on her hair to lean her head back and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, groaning as she took the pressure off of his increasingly painful erection. Dean kicked off his boots and stood up to let his pants fall with them onto the floor. Dean paused long enough to actually get a good look at his wife. He hasn't seen her like this in 8 months and he felt like a man finding water in a desert. Her tanned skin was glowing with a fine sheen of sweat, her hazel eyes were blown black with lust, her black curls were spread all over the comforter giving the appearance of a halo. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty set which complemented her hourglass figure perfectly. She had definitely lost some weight, her ribs showing more prominately than before as well as her hip bones, but she still looked amazing. She wasn't hardened with muscle, she was soft and shapely like a woman should be and God he missed the way she felt underneath of him. They fit together like perfect puzzle pieces and he realized in his admiration how much his body missed the warmth and immediately remedied the situation by finding the cradle between her legs and resuming his rightful place. The friction caused her to arch her back giving Dean the perfect angle to unclasp her bra, but before he could move his fingers together they heard someone they had completely forgotten about.
"Chipmunk…helping Squirrel find his nuts?" They both froze and looked towards the desk in the corner of the room to find Crowley standing there with an entirely too amused smirk on his face. "You didn't have to dress up for me, love…although I love the color on you." Dean quickly grabbed his flannel and threw it to Jennifer to cover herself up with while he put on his pants.
"Not the time Crowley…" Jennifer said while buttoning up the shirt that was the size of a dress on her short frame.
"Yeah…what is it you need cause we were a little busy."
"Oh I noticed, you could continue…I'll wait." Crowley knew Jennifer was an automatic weakness for Dean and he used it at every advantage he could.
"Start talking before I just decide to kill you." Dean's voice took on a hard edge, feeling the effects of Michael's meddling becoming stronger the longer he stayed away from her.
"Just came to see how the missus was doing…heard she finally woke up with some improvements from the old model."
"I'm fine Crowley…want a demonstration?" Jennifer said, finding it almost impossible to keep herself from moving closer to Dean.
"Actually, love…that's exactly what I want."
"Suit yourself." Jennifer quickly put her hand up, causing wind to throw Crowley into the wall before he slumped on the ground. Dean laughed while Crowley stumbled back up to his feet.
"Impressive…powerful little witch aren't you?"
"You have no idea."
"Actually I do. I don't know how you got past this-" Crowley held up a hex bag with items of protection against witchcraft inside, "but you did…got what I came for. See you soon, love." Crowley smirked once again before disappearing with a snap of his fingers.
Sam and Bobby burst into the room after hearing the loud thump from Crowley hitting the wall and dropping to the floor.
"What was that?" Bobby asked before they looked around, realizing how little Dean and Jennifer were wearing. "Were we interrupting something?" Sam said with a smile, happy that they appeared to be working things out.
"Yes…yes you were…we'll explain later but you might wanna get out of the house for a couple hours…fair warning." Dean said before shoving them both out of the door. "Now where were we?" Dean asked before kicking his pants back off causing Jennifer to giggle.