A/N: Thanks again dean-jo. Your reviews make my day. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Hope you like.

Chapter 3

" Dean, dude can you turn the music down just a little?" Sam said from the back seat.

" 'Fraid not Sammy. I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon right now and since I can't be I'm gonna put you through hell, and listen to my music, with my wife, in my car." Dean replied.

Jo smiled. She loved this song. It was Renegade by Styx and it just reminded her of Dean.

They were traveling down the highway on their way to Okalahoma when the radio went ballistic. The car seemed to have a mind of its own. It swerved this way and that, screeching the whole time.

" Dammit. No baby, don't do this." Dean was practically crying. His car was his baby and he loved it dearly.

Suddenly, it all just stopped. A man appeared with a sort of smile on his face.

" Hello Sam. Have you made your decision yet?" It was Lucifer, come to claim Sam's body as his vessel and continue on with his plans for the apocalypse.

" I will never say yes to you. Never." Sam said.

Lucifer just smiled sadly. " Well I happen to know you will. I just wish you'd make it easy in yourself. I hate to see you hurt Sam. You are my vessel and for that I care deeply for you."

" Dude that's just creepy. Don't you know you don't say that to another dude?" Dean smirked. He hated the fact that Sam was chosen to be this creeps vessel. He hated that he knew he couldn't always protect Sam anymore. In Fact if it wasn't for Jo he'd hate everything in his life anymore, because for the most part it had turned into a major suckfest.

" Always the joker, Dean. Well I can see that today is not the time for us Sam. But one day soon you will say yes, I promise you that." And with that Lucifer was gone.

Today had not went as planned. It had been a big joke. Dean felt he should have known that Lucifer would only let his presence by known to try and lure Sam in, so that he could make Sam say yes. He felt so beyond stupid, like he was failing and couldn't do anything right.

At about that time Jo walked in. She was wearing a very sexy nighty that was definitely not her style but when Dean saw her in it he about died. He truly believed she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes, or anything else for that matter on.

" So Deano, watcha think? It's not me but I figured since we're supposed to be on our honeymoon I could be a little out there." Jo said as she played with the lacy bottom that barely came to her thigh.

Dean got up and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands resting on her perfect ass. He leaned in slowly and kissed her sweetly. " I think you look absolutely perfect." Dean smiled.

He picked her up and carried her to their bed, laying her gently down. He stood up and looked down at her, all the while smiling. She reached up and said, " Come here you." And pulled him down towards her. He ran his hands up her legs until they came to a halt at her thighs. He started sliding it up her short nighty, as she pulled his face up to kiss her.

There in that old, cheesy motel room they made love for the first time as husband and wife. And neither of them thought it could have been more perfect. This was who they were, who they had always been. They didn't need normal as long as they had each other. And as they finished and laid next to each other, with Jo lying on his bare chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her they forgot.

They forgot the apocalypse, they forgot Lucifer, they even forgot Sam. All they needed was each other. Or at least that's what it felt like in that moment. . .

A/n: Ok so this was a kinda cool chapter I guess. It's going to get better soon. J Reviews would be amazingJ)