Hello my wonderful, and understanding, readers.
I am so sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while. I could give you the long list of reasons (and even a couple of excuses). Let's just say the past few weeks have been hard, but things are getting better. (Fingers crossed).
Anyway I was looking over my stuff and realized that I hadn't yet posted this. As the title suggests Sam and Dean are going to show their ladies their romantic side. As for Family Season Two, if all goes the way I'm praying it does there should be a new chapter this coming Monday, and no more long breaks between chapters.
As always thank you so much for your patience and understanding, it truly means the world to me.
"Do you know what's going on?" Hannah whispered across the seat. Kathy shook her head her eyes locked on the back of Dean's head.
The Impala's engine roared as it went around a corner. When it pulled into a restaurant and parked Kathy and Hannah looked out the windows, their mouths slightly opened. When the back doors opened and their significant others held out their hands the women took them and let themselves be pulled out.
"This is a real restaurant." Shock was clear in Kathy's tone and eyes.
"Yep." Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and started toward the door. Sam following behind with Hannah. A young man opened the door smiling and nodding at them. Another man stood behind a small podium.
"Good evening. How many?"
"We have a reservation. Winchester."
The man's smile grew. "Oh yes, right this way sir."
The man led them through the restaurant to a secluded table. Four place settings gleamed in candle light. Sam held out a chair for Hannah while Dean held one for Kathy. Still in slight shock the women sat down and was scooted in. As Sam and Dean sat down the waiter appeared.
"Welcome. May I start you with a bottle of wine? We also have champagne, and of course any mixed drink."
"My brother and I would like a beer, whatever you think is the best is fine." Sam answered. "Our wives would like a strawberry potion."
The waiter smiled nodding. "Very good sir. I will be right back to take your orders." And he was gone.
"Sam, we don't drink." Hannah whispered.
Sam took her hand and kissed it. "I know. The drink it made with lime soda."
"Something tells me that they've been planning this." Kathy said. Dean took her hand and squeezed it, but didn't say anything.
The waiter was back. Once the drinks were placed on the table he focused again on Sam and Dean. "Are you ready to order?"
"We are." Dean didn't bother to open the menu. "I want the steak medium rare. My lovely wife would like the shrimp with rice."
The waiter nodded writing everything down. He looked at Sam. "We will both have the chicken."
"Very good." The waiter picked up the menus. "If you need anything else, please don't hesitate." And again he was gone.
"How would I know if I need anything?" Kathy pointed out, then took a sip of her drink. "Okay that is really good."
"So how long have you two been planning this?" Hannah asked looking at Dean then Sam.
"Not long." Sam answered
"Just since the last town." Dean added taking a drink of his beer.
"Oh." Hannah glanced at Sam. "I thought I convinced you I wasn't mad at you."
"You did." Sam shrugged. "I just thought you two deserved a normal regular date night."
"So what happens after dinner?" Kathy asked.
"That my lovely wife is and will stay a surprise."
After dinner they were again in the Impala, traveling who knew where. Kathy and Hannah sat in the back discussing how wonderful dinner was. They stopped when again the Impala parked. The back doors opened and they got out. Both women were stunned to see they were outside a club.
"You are kidding." Kathy looked at Dean. "You're going into a club?"
"A high end club." Dean corrected. "When my little brother researches, he doesn't do it half way. Lead on Sammy."
Sam took Hannah's hand and headed toward the door. There was a long line but he walked by it and straight to a man sitting a little away in front of a different door. The man stood and was almost the same height as Sam, but twice the size around. When they got closer the man's scowl turned into a smile.
"I was starting to think you changed your mind."
"Nope."
"Hey Dean." The man nodded toward Dean then looked over Kathy and Hannah. "Damn Sam, you never said how drop dead gorgeous your ladies were. I'd let them in without you two hoodlums, they would class up the joint."
"Down Bert." Dean said through clinched teeth.
"Come on Dean I told you to call me Bull."
"You try and make time with my woman you're Bert. Don't stop, and I'll say your full name."
Bert/Bull let out a groan. "I still don't know why you stay around him Sam."
Sam shrugged. "I've gotten used to him. So can we go in?"
"Sure thing." Bert/Bull pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door behind him. Before Sam took a step the bigger man held out his arm. "Don't think for one second that this pays you back in anyway."
Sam just nodded as he walked through the door, Hannah following close behind him. Dean held out his hand and Bert/Bull shook it.
"Thanks big guy." Dean walked in pulling Kathy with him.
The club was packed and there were two rather large dance floors. Sam pulled Hannah straight out to the dance floor and they were soon lost in the crowd of dancers. Kathy knew Dean wasn't really a dancer, he could, just didn't want to. She found she didn't mind as long as she was with him that's all that really mattered. So she was beyond surprised when she found herself walking straight toward the dance floor.
"Dean you don't…" Kathy's words were lost when she was spun out, then back into Dean's firm chest.
"I don't what?" His strong arms held her tight as they moved with the music.
Kathy had a little trouble getting her mind and mouth to work together. Finally she whispered. "You don't have to dance with me."
His arms tightened and he spun them a few times. Leaning down his lips right next to her ear Dean said. "No one else will ever dance with you, like this."
Kathy's mind spun as she tried to focus on the music, but she was way too focused on Dean. The leather jacket that seemed to perfectly form to his body. The warmth flowing from him. How their bodies seemed to fit together, like they were made to. Deciding not to argue Kathy laid her head over on his chest and breathed him in.
Hannah smiled seeing Dean and Kathy. "They needed this."
"They weren't the only ones."
"We're fine Sam." Hannah laid her head on his chest. "Maybe I should start saying it in a different language."
When Sam laughed it rumbled in Hannah's ear making her smile. "You've already said it in Latin, Greek, Italian, and French. How many other languages do you know?"
"Oh I don't know French I just studied how to say 'We're fine Sam.' but it seems like you still don't believe me."
"I do." Sam held her closer laying his head over on hers. "I'm just trying to erase it from your memory."
"You do realize you can't actually do that right?" Hannah lifted her head and looked up into soulful hazel eyes. "I don't forget anything. Sure I might put it to the back of my mind, but it is really never gone."
"Doesn't mean I can't try." Sam smiled and lifted her off the floor making her squeak.
They danced for what seemed like hours. Dean gave in and let Kathy dance with someone else. Sam. Of course that meant Dean danced with Hannah. Other's tried to break in, all were turned away. Soon they were headed toward the door again. Sam and Dean paused long enough to thank Bull again. Then they were back in the Impala.
Hannah found herself excited and a little nervous about where they might be heading next. She glanced at her sister and saw her feelings reflected. They both watched out the windows trying to guess where they might be heading. But since they had just barely moved to this town, neither could even hazard a guess. The Impala was soon pulling up under an awning and two men were running out one opening the driver's door the other the passenger.
"You take good care of her." Kathy heard Dean order. "If I see one scratch…" Dean left the threat hang.
"Yes sir. I mean no sir." The young man took a deep breath and straightened. "Trust me I will take very good care of her. This is the best looking car I've seen come through here in months."
Dean nodded as he opened Kathy's door. "The bags or in the trunk."
"Yes sir."
As Kathy got out she watched the young man hurry to the trunk and very carefully open it. He then pulled out four bags that he placed on a bag carrier that the other young man had rolled over.
"I'll take care of your car sir. Roger will escort you to the desk to check in."
"And your name?" Dean asked.
"Timothy sir."
Dean held his hand out to shake Timothy's hand. The boy's eyes widened but he took the offered hand. "I'm leaving her in your hands Timothy."
"Yes sir."
Dean nodded letting go of the young man's hand. Kathy saw a folded bill was left in Timothy's hand. As they walked away she heard the boy let out a soft gasp.
Sam and Hannah were already at the counter waiting to be helped. Roger stood close by with the bags.
"Problem Sam?"
"Not yet." Sam answered.
An older man came out of a back room and stepped up to the counter. "May I help you?"
"Reservations for Winchester."
The man looked over the four before him and it was clear he wasn't very pleased to have them in his hotel. Turning toward the computer he started typing. Hannah saw his eyes go wide and he glanced at the four again. He typed some more his eyes went even wider.
"Is there a problem?" Sam asked.
"No problem at all sir." The man quickly said. Papers started shooting out of the printer he laid two on the counter. "I just need you to sign here and here Mr. Winchester, sir."
Sam took the pen and signed both papers. Nodding the man then held out two key cards to Sam. "Thank you and I hope you enjoy your stay."
"Oh we will." Dean mumbled loud enough for the man to hear.
Sam rolled his eyes but smiled, as he took the key cards from the now slightly stunned man. They walked to the elevator followed by Roger. Hannah was stunned when Sam pushed the button to the top floor. When the door opened they found that there was only two doors. Sam went to the one on the left and opened the door. He held it open and Hannah and Kathy walked in. The room was huge. A fire place already had a crackling fire. A vase of white roses sat on a black marble table. Walking deeper into the room they could just see a huge bed through a slightly opened door.
"Honey." Dean's voice broke the spell the room was weaving around Kathy.
She looked over at him. He was still standing at the door. "Yeah?"
"I hate to burst your bubble, but this is Sam and Hannah's room."
"Oh." Kathy tried to not look disappointed. She wasn't successful.
Dean walked over and hooked his finger under her chin tilting her head up. "This is theirs." He placed a light kiss on her lips. "Ours is across the hall."
Kathy's breath caught at the sparkle in those green eyes. Before she could say anything she was swooped into Dean's arms and was being carried out the door.
Sam shook his head as he closed and locked the door. When he turned his own breath caught at the sight before him. Hannah stood before the fire, the soft glow surrounding her. She turned and faced him smiling.
"Why did you two do all this?"
As he walked toward her he pulled his jacket off tossing it toward the couch. "I told you why."
Hannah crossed her arms and tried to look serious. To Sam all she looked was beyond gorgeous. "I'm serious Sam. I know all this took a lot of money. You and Dean don't have to do this for us."
Sam was now standing so close to Hannah she felt his heat more than the fires. "There my lovely wife you are very wrong. You and Kathy deserve everything we can give you." Sam stopped Hannah from saying anything with a long deep kiss. When he finally broke apart from her he smiled down at her. "Yes this cost a lot of money. No we didn't steal, or cheat to get it. Dad took Dean and me to Vegas for my sixteenth Birthday." Sam's smile turned slightly wicked. "We found out that I am very good at counting cards."
Hannah laughed wrapping her arms around Sam's neck. "So what, the money's just been sitting around? You didn't blow it on weapons, or ammo?"
Sam shook his head then kissed her again. "I won at black jack. Dean won at poker. Dad actually did pretty well at craps. We all decided we wanted to spend it on something really special. We've pulled out a little here and there when we absolutely had to. Believe it or not this was all Dad's idea."
"I believe you." Running her fingers through Sam's hair, she smiled when he hummed and leaned into her fingers. "So how long?"
"Two full days. Daisy arrived a little after we left, to help Dad take care of the Minis."
"He doesn't need any." Hannah said as her fingers continued to run through Sam's hair. "I've been thinking."
"About what?"
Hannah twisted her hand in Sam's hair and pulled him down. "I want your hair longer."
Sam laughed kissing her. "Anything you want."
"Oh trust me that is only one thing I want." Hannah smiled. "Someone promised to try and erase some of my memories." Her smile went completely wicked. "How about giving me something better to think about."
Sam scooped her into his arms. "That I know I can do."