A/N: Just to clear it up Autumn and Dean aren't really married. Not that I didn't think about it, but I'm not going to let them have marital bliss when they didn't even get together until just before the new year. One month is a little fast... even for Dean. Besides I can't marry him off and kill the dream for his hoards of fangirls. I love you guys and its killing me how long this fic is taking. So send me your thoughts and I'll really get to work here. But we're getting close to done.

Chapter Seven

"We only have to confirm it's the husband right?" Dean asked trying not to look at his left hand when he opened the door.

"You know, this is supposed to be your wedding night, I mean that's a guaranteed in. You're acting like I'm going to go black widow on your ass." Autumn played with the silver bullet at her throat, following Dean inside their hotel room.

"You've not said no since we got here." he pointed out.

"Yea, we just have to prove it's the husband so we're not digging up random dudes and burning them. But I don't see why he'd bother with this, he got his revenge on the woman." she reverted to their original conversation sinking into one of the chairs.

"Who do you think it is Aut?" Dean dropped onto the bed and watched her. If it had been anyone else she'd have found it creepy the way his eyes followed her every movement, and trailed down her body when she didn't move.

"Well, maybe the wife." she reached for the folder containing the information on Mr. Minton and tossed it to him. "His heart just stopped beating. That's how he died, in this room. All our male vics just stop living, and the females have their throats slit before their hearts are ripped out, filled with salt, and shoved down their throats."

"Why did he fill her heart with salt?" Dean flipped open the folder and read the work up Sammy had done on the case.

"She broke his heart." Autumn shrugged. "Someone breaks your heart and you want to make theirs hurt too. He literally rubbed salt in the wound."

"Did anything happen to her mistress?"

"Isn't a mistress a female? She was with another guy. He was… a consort."

"Consort?" he smirked.

"Yes, consort." she said firmly.

"Did you eat a Webster's or something?"

"No, I crack a book every now and then, one that doesn't have anything to do with the paranormal."

"Okay, Mrs. Winchester, if it's the wife why is she killing these people?"

"Well, hubby, she kills her husband because he killed her. After that she just starts forcing her story on other couples. Spirits do it all the time, killing people the way they were killed."

"Uh Duh." Autumn rolled her eyes at her groom and started twisting the ring on her finger. "How do we draw it out?"

"I have to break our vows." she answered numbly.

"Can I pick him?" he grinned.

"Naw, I was gonna get Sammy over for a booty call." she teased.

"Keepin' it in the family?"

"Of course. I mean, I'd go for your dad but who knows when he'd get here." she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at his face.

"You and my dad…. You guys never… you know did you?" he asked struggling to find the words to describe this crime against nature.

"Dean, I love your father, like a father." she stood up and crossed the room to straddle him on the bed. "The only Winchester that gets me, is you." she said leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Then would you like me to go get Pinhead?" she swatted his arm and he swung her over flinging her down into the bed, putting himself over top her. "Play nice, unless you want to play rough."

"Is that a threat Mr. Winchester?" Autumn giggled.

"Maybe are you going to play nice?" his voice had a raw gruffness to it now that sent chills up her spine.

"Dean?"

"Yea?"

"How can a spirit put salt in a heart?" Dean moaned and rolled off of her.

"You're cruel." Autumn pushed herself back up into a sitting position.

"How, baby?" she ignored her own animalistic urges trying to pin her mind on the hunt.

"You said salt was put in her body?" Autumn nodded watching him plod out his thoughts. "She's leaving traces of it then. The way demons leave sulfur, she's leaving traces of what made up her death."

"That don't happen often."

"Sure it does, just not usually with salt." he was squirming now.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess." she smirked moving closer to him. "And I'll try anything once." She stole another kiss. "You know, when this is all over, we might have to come back here." Autumn said as Dean trailed kissed down her neck moving to her chest.

"Thought you didn't like it here?"

"It's wearing on me."

"Yea, we'll be back in a couple of days. Almost finished here." Autumn said stepping into a skirt and she cradled her cell between her ear and shoulder.

"Why don't you just pound the pup?" Dean asked looking for his belt. Autumn glared at his back and nodded to Jen on the other end of the phone.

"No, Jen-Jen I'm nodding. We'll take care of this and be out as soon as we can. I'll pay for the shoes too. I'm so sorry, he's not done that in years." she paused a moment and smiled. "Yea, I'll talk to you later." she closed the phone and tossed it on the bed. "Your belt is between the bed and the night stand."

"How, never mind." he grabbed the strip of leather and started weaving it through his belt hoops. "So, Mrs. Winchester what's the plan?"

"Sam and Athena want to meet for some show down on the strip, then when we get back you make yourself scarce and I'll play with Tommy-boy, okay?"

"You know, wifey, I'm not sure I like you playing with other men." he came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and she wiggled free.

"If you start that again we'll never leave this room. It's not fair that Athena and Sam have to do all the work on this hunt. We've just been up here like little rabbits."

"I like rabbits."

"Really?"

"Yea, they're cute, and fluffy, and you saw that one in Monty Python."

"Oh how could I forget? That thing had Athena scared to death of Mr. Snuggles the class pet forever." Dean snorted before continuing.

"Plus, they have the best view of life. Eat some clover, have some sex, take a nap, run around a little, more sex, more clover, more sex, another nap."

"I really hope you don't believe in reincarnation. I can just see you charming the powers that be into brining you back as a stud in some rabbit farm."

"Rabbitry." he corrected.

"Dork, are you about ready there?" she asked tugging on her blouse.

"Yea, just have to find… there you are." he grabbed his handgun, which rarely left his sight, and tucked it into its place in the back of his jeans.

"Someone is going to dig us up in a hundred years and be miffed that we have a strange arch in our spines, they'll never guess we had guns up our asses all the time." Autumn shook her head and clipped on a silver bracelet.

"Ready, babe?"

"Yep, all set Hubby."

"Another couple of minutes we were going to send out the blood hounds." Athena greeted them, as they joined her and Sam just outside the theater. Autumn and Dean ignored her taking in the massive building behind them.

"How are the newly weds?" Sam asked receiving a glare from his brother.

"Same as when you called this morning." Autumn clarified. "What are we seeing anyway?"

"Here." Athena handed her sister a pair of tickets.

Four hours later they stumbled out of the dark theater into the afternoon sun. Dean sprang for lunch and drove Autumn back to the hotel before he, Sam, and Athena went to hit the casino, cell phones at the ready, shovel, salt, and maps with the quickest route to the graves already marked, sitting in the trunk of the '65 Mustang. The trio avoided any bet they couldn't walk away from quickly sticking to slots and blackjack.

Tommy was working, and was lounging lazily against the front desk. He smiled when she slunk into the lobby and chewed at her bottom lip. His shy smile worked into a grin as he scanned the room and found Autumn alone. She ambled over to him, falling into a not so natural gait.

"Can I help you?" he asked leaning over the counter towards her. She propped her elbows up on the countertop, inclining forward.

"Maybe." she was disgusted with the way he couldn't seem to make eye contact, but that was sort of the point, wasn't it. "When do you get off?"

"I'm running the show tonight, so when ever I want." Autumn raised her brow in mock surprise.

"Really, now that's wonderful." she gave him a slow smile that he returned with a hint of conspiracy.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Why don't you just come find out?" she asked stepping away. "Unless you're chicken."

Their room was a disaster area but she really didn't care. She was too busy worrying the spirit would pop up while she was breaking the traditional marriage vows. Silently she promised to write her own vows should the day ever come, as she shoved dirty, discarded clothes in her duffle bag and made some attempt at straightening the bed, cursing it's heart shape. It didn't take Tommy long to tear himself away from his work and knock on her door. She yanked her skirt up a little, revealing even more leg, and for the first time she wished she had scared after the fire.

"Hey." he leered in a low husky voice.

"Hi."

She tired not to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. Instead she drug him in and nailing him to the wall and kicking to door shut. Autumn captured his thin chewed lips with her own full glossed lips. She had to give it to the boy, he didn't waste time. His clumsy hands slid under her shirt before she could stop him. It was too easy to dominate him, and she had to keep reminding herself he didn't have the upbringing Dean and Billy-Jack had had.

A/N: Someone should duct tape my mouth shut. But enjoy the minor cliffy here. Our watery eyed, clumsy, freak Tommy, isn't everything we think he is...