~Flashback~
"Hey what're you doing?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Dean's neck and kissing him on the cheek.
"I thought you'd have these all done by now with you being home. These should go out soon, babe," Dean said, as he sat on our bed and stuffed our wedding invitations into their respective envelopes.
"I know, I've just been sleeping a lot. I meant to get them done but… yeah…" I trailed off.
"Its fine," Dean shrugged.
"Good because I think you need a break, Mr. I can finish these myself today," I said.
"A break?" Dean asked.
"Mhm," I replied. I then began to kiss his neck. Dean closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little, giving me easier access to his neck. I moved my way up and left a couple of kisses on his ear, the universal sign for 'I want more'.
"Jen," Dean groaned.
"Yeah?" I asked back.
"You know we can't do this," he mumbled.
"We're not doing anything," I replied seductively.
"You're going to make this so hard, aren't you?" he asked, groaned.
"Well that's the plan," I smirked.
"Jen," he groaned out again. I was being impossible and I knew it but I just couldn't help myself. I was sex deprived and so was he. Stupid, stupid therapy.
"Jen," he said again, pulling away from me. "I want to have sex… a lot. Believe me. You know about my past. I haven't gone this long without sex but I want you to get better."
"I know and I want to get better to but I always want…" I trailed off.
Dean sighed, "We only have one more month. We can do it."
"Yeah, I guess so," I shrugged.
"Plus, I need to get to work and I can't be late," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You gonna finish up the invitations today?"
I nodded, "Mhm. Okay well have a good day and go build stuff!" I laughed at my sad attempt of encouragement.
Dean chuckled, "I will. I'll see you when I get home."
"Love you," I said.
"You too," he said back.
~End Flashback~
"Aw, Sam, I'm so excited!" I squealed.
"Shh, don't give me away," Sam teased.
I chuckled, "I know, I know but I want to be there to see it. It's really sweet that you're doing this and everything and the fact that it's one of her first outings since being in the hospital… That's definitely the best way to do it."
"I know. I'm nervous…" Sam trailed off.
"She'll say yes!" I said, trying not to be too loud.
"What're you two whispering about?" Sarah asked, approaching Sam and I. I glanced over at Dean who was with Lucas.
"Nothing. Hey, I need to go tell Dean something," I said, leaving Sam. When Sarah wasn't looking I have him a thumbs up to wish him good luck.
"Mama, mira a las mariposas!" Lucas exclaimed. Sam, Sarah, Dean, and I had all volunteered to chaperone Lucas' first grade class' Saturday field trip to the butterfly house at the Seattle planetarium. Our wedding was only a week away and I was getting nervous; the good kind of nervous, the happy nervous.
"Si, mijo. Te gusta los colores?" I asked.
"Si. Mira! They're landing on me," Lucas said. I chuckled. Lucas was wearing a bright red shirt and every now and then, the butterflies would come and land on his shirt. I smiled to myself, happy that I had told Sarah to wear something bright and colorful.
"Hey, Lucas! Come look at this sloth!" one of Lucas' friends exclaimed, pulling him over to the rest of the group of his class.
Dean chuckled, "So you and Sammy getting' cozy?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully, "You know it."
"So… one week," Dean said.
"I know, it's crazy right?" I asked.
"Yeah, but you've done this before…" Dean replied.
I shrugged, "Yeah but not with you. You know, I never thought we'd end up here. Back when you were a patient and I was an intern… and look at us now! You're still reckless as every and I'm an attending."
"Hey," Dean said, nudging me playfully. "You've got a butterfly on your shirt." He then held out his finger so that the butterfly could walk onto it. "How cool is this?
"Dean, look," I said, turning him towards Sam and Sarah. Sam was talking to her and Sarah was marveling at all the butterflies. They were landing on her red dress and she was smiling and laughing. They must've been attracted to the color of her dress. She looked so happy and so alive. We watched as Sam pulled something out of his pocket and the kneeled down one knee. Sarah gasped as Sam looked up at her, hopefully.
"That's my boy," Dean said, nodding.
Sarah began to nod her head and then Sam jumped up, pulling her into a kiss. Some of the butterflies scattered and Sam slid the ring onto Sarah's finger. I smiled to myself.
"Let's give them some space," I said, taking Dean's hand and leading him so that we could join the rest of my son, soon to be our son's first grade class, who were marveling at a sloth.
"Wait a second, how long did you go without sex?" Sam exclaimed, laughing over the champagne that we were drinking after Lucas had gone to bed.
"Okay, okay, we get it!" Dean exclaimed.
"Three months," I said.
"Three long, terrible months," Dean groaned in agony.
"Wow, I'm impressed, Dean," Sam said.
"Hey, we're supposed to be celebrating your engagement, not talking about my sex life," Dean said back, changing the subject.
"Yes! I propose a toast to the two of you!" I said, raising my glass. Sarah and Sam smiled as Sam had his arm around her and gave her a tight squeeze.
"To Sammy, my little brother and best friend, and to Sarah, God knows why she chose him," Dean said, raising his glass. We all laughed and then clinked glasses.
"To love and health," I said, as we sipped again.
"To the love of my life," Sam said.
"And to mine too," Sarah added. And for once, it was as if there were no problems like cancer. Everything was okay for now.
Author's Note: I know it's a short chapter but the next one is the wedding SO it'll be worth it