A/N: Welcome back my wonderful readers to another Storm story. It is time for a wedding and I know you can guess whose. I hope you have enjoyed the characters I created and their interactions with the guys. So, buckle in and let's get ready for the big event. I do love reviews/comments. NC
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.
Chapter 1
The bar was hustling tonight, since it was a Saturday, and everyone was out blowing off a little steam. Storm hurried from one end of the bar to the other filling drink orders and wiping the wooden top down. She wiped her face with a towel and brushed strands of loose hair from her face as she stopped for a moment.
"Hey sweetheart, how's 'bout we see what trouble we can get into after this place closes down tonight?" the customer suggested, leaning heavily against the bar and trying to act macho manly and impress her while not showing how drunk he really was.
"Well, gee thanks, but I don't think my fiancé would much like that," Storm answered him as her eyes found the tall, muscular guy that had just walked into the bar and was standing behind the drunk. He looked at Storm and then down at the customer with a frown.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt anyone," he offered arching his eyebrows up and down and making kissy noises at Storm.
"Well, okay, why don't you ask him and see if he minds," she nodded behind the guy with a sly, mischief smirk.
"Ask me what?" Dean growled out as he stared down the drunk who had turned around and was face to face with him. He was a couple of inches taller than the guy, twenty pounds heavier, and muscular. Dean stood his full height and flexed his muscles as he clasped his hands into fists and glared at the drunk with fury filled eyes.
"Umm…Nothing…It's fine…I'll…t" the drunk stammered as he tried to stumble away from the dangerous looking man. He wanted no part of this guy whether he was drunk or sober.
"Hey sweetie," Storm cooed as she leaned over the bar when Dean leaned toward her to kiss him. "Cold one?"
"Sounds good," Dean smiled looking at his fiancée as she grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler and opened it for him. He had been seeing Storm for several years now and had gotten engaged about eight months back. She was the one for him, his soul mate and loved her more than life itself.
Dean didn't know how he got so lucky in finding her as he thought back on that stormy night he found this bar and she offered him her spare room for the night so he wouldn't have to deal with Mother Nature's wraith. It was like they were drawn together by some unknown force.
"How's Sam?" Storm asked pouring shots as she talked.
"On his way to see Bree with orders to take care of my Baby," Dean replied sipping his beer and relishing the coldness and tartness as it ran down his throat.
"I talked to her yesterday, and she was so excited that Sam was coming to her place this time now that she finished remodeling itt. Though she's a little concerned about him meeting the family. She wants them to like each other."
"Yeah, Sammy said he was tired of listening to us getting carried away and the ear plugs I gave him didn't work. He wanted some privacy with Bree too. If I remember right, they were rather loud themselves last time we were here. I teased him about it afterwards," Dean surmised chuckling about it.
"Dean!" Storm scolded him. "You shouldn't tease your brother like that. Be right back." Storm hurried down the bar to take orders from the patrons.
"You don't need to worry about Sammy, he'll make a good impression with Bree's family. He is the more sophisticated one."
"I'm just happy that everything worked out between them. I thought it would," Storm noted wiping her face again and sighing tiredly. "Where's Castiel at this time?"
"He's making a report to Michael and is going to hang with Bobby for a few days and help him," Dean told her. "There was no reason for him to come with us. I don't like an audience when I'm making hot, passionate love to my girl."
"Not so loud. You don't have to tell the entire bar about our lovemaking," Storm hissed in a low voice. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath before turning to take another drink order.
"Let me help," Dean offered heading around the bar and greeting Norm and Hank before joining Storm. He put his bag in the back out of the way. "What'll you have?" he asked a patron who stepped up to the bar to get a drink. He turned around and got his shots and a beer, taking the money handed him.
Storm and Dean worked side by side, skirting around each other, butting each other, and stealing kisses much to the customers' delight. The regulars knew Dean and Storm were a couple and would ask after him when he hadn't been around in a while. First time patrons were sad that Storm was already taken, and they wouldn't get a chance to ask her out.
The bar began to empty when Storm announced the last call, and that it would be closing in twenty minutes. Regulars threw up a hand goodbye to Storm and Dean as they headed out.
"I'm glad that is over with," Dean sighed wiping the bar down as Storm went around setting chairs on the tables so she could sweep and mop before heading upstairs. She wanted to get that much done before her three-day break.
"I'll get the trash taken out," Dean told her heading into the back with bags of trash. He disarmed the alarm and unlocked the back door to go to the dumpsters. The flood lights he had installed months back came on bathing the back area in light. After opening the side door of the dumpster, Dean tossed the bags inside and went back in for the recyclables to put in the other smaller dumpster. "You want me to do the restrooms while you do the floors?" Dean asked when he walked back into the bar.
"I will love you forever if you do," Storm replied.
"I thought you already did that," Dean teased.
"Well, how 'bout I bake you a pie for your reward?"
"Now you're talking sweetheart and I'm sure I can think of something else you can do for me later."
"Is that so?" she asked turning to catch his leering look that raked up and down her body, taking in her tight bottom in her tight-fitting jeans.
"Yes," Dean said grabbing Storm around the waist and turning her so he could kiss his long and hard. "Okay, let's get this done," Dean said, letting her go and smacking her on her rump.
"Yes sir!" Storm saluted him as she went back to sweeping, laughing at his antics. Man, she loved this guy and knew there would never be anyone else who could take his place in her heart.
It was about thirty minutes before they finished cleaning and Dean restocked the bar while Storm mopped. They headed upstairs after double checking that everything was locked up and the alarm set. Storm unlocked the apartment door to let them in. She deposited her gun, keys, and knife in the basket in the foyer before heading on into the living room.
"Would you like a snack and a cup of tea to unwind?" Storm asked him.
"Sure, bathroom first," Dean replied heading down the hall to the first door on the right. He dropped his bag in the bedroom first and stepped across the hall.
Storm busied herself in the kitchen making tea and putting cheese, crackers, and grapes on a plate for them. She poured the tea and offered Dean a cup when he came back through. They settled on the couch and Storm turned on the television to watch a program she had taped earlier. Dean happily munched on the snacks as he snuggled with Storm and looked to the screen deciding whether what she was watching interested him.
"I saw that," Storm accused him.
"What?" Dean questioned innocently.
"That eyeroll and snort. This is a good program if you give it a chance."
"That's not why you watch it. You're hot for the lead guy."
"He is easy on the eyes," she sighed, wishfully.
"You can look all you want Babe, as long as that's all you do."
"I don't think you have to worry about that. You're all the man that I want and will ever need," she cooed to him sticking her hand under his T-shirt and running it over his bare chest. She nibbed on his neck and heard Dean hum under his breath as he buried his face into her hair taking in her scent.
"How 'bout we get a shower and wash each other's backs?" Dean whispered to her tilting her head to kiss her.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Storm turned off the television and held her hand out to Dean.
Dean pulled her from the couch and guided her to the bathroom. He slowly took off her clothes and she took off his clothes, dropping them in a pile at their feet. Dean pulled her to him, letting their bare skin touch sending sparks throughout their bodies, as he found her lips and kissed her deeply and passionately.
Storm wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and stood on tiptoes to be nearly as tall as him. She felt his hands run up and down her back and grip her bottom, grinding into her as his manhood began to quickly stir getting hard. Storm felt her body being lifted and sat on the counter for better leverage as she locked her legs around Dean's hips.
"I've missed this," he mumbled into her hair. Dean positioned himself between her legs pulling her onto him and groaning his desires as Storm shifted her hips to take him deeper. She cried out softly and let her head fall backwards as her body responded to Dean's every touch.
"Me too my love," Storm moaned, pulling him tightly to her as they sped up their movements and took each other over the edge and back way too soon.
"Sorry it was so quick," Dean apologized to her kissing the tip of her nose and then her lips. "I couldn't hold back."
"That's fine Babe, we've got the next three days to enjoy ourselves," she offered standing and reaching to turn the water on to heat.
"I'm liking the sound of that. Are clothes optional?"
"We'll see. Now come on lover boy, you promised to wash my back."
"Coming honey," Dean cooed waiting for Storm to step into the tub and followed her.
They washed each other's bodies and played around a little before shutting the water off and grabbing towels to dry. Storm dried her hair while Dean headed into the bedroom to turn down the bed. He was tired, but it was a pleasing, satisfying tired. He slipped between the sheets and tried to stay awake until Storm came to bed.
Storm finished in the bathroom and strolled into the bedroom to see Dean was already asleep. She turned off the lamp and slipped into bed with her lover, scooting over to him and curling into his body. He mumbled and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to him. They settled and sighed contently as sleep took them away to Neverland and pleasant dreams.