It was the third of our total of five days of Dean and I's honeymoon and we had still yet to really see Italy at all. We had chosen Italy a while back in hopes of exploring the beautiful country, and of course we've been holed up in this hotel room for the past three days. I'm actually pretty sure that we've barely seen the country.

Dean was asleep on his side and my arm was lightly draped over his waist. Dean's arm was on top of mine, holding it in place. I slipped my arm from under his, careful not to wake him, and took the sheet that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed. I wrapped it around my body, got up, peed, and brushed my teeth. I slipped out of the room and opened the shudder/doors that led to the small balcony to our hotel room, overlooking beautiful Florence bellow us. The sounds and the bustle of the province just beginning to start their day was music to my ears.

I smiled to myself and sighed. The place was beautiful. I leaned against the town and peered down the balcony. The sun beat against my back, leaving me in a warm light. Italy was beautiful and I think I was ready to start exploring. I had to before we left! As much as I loved being here, I also missed Lucas a lot. He had called a couple of times but I knew that Holden was trying to encourage him not to bother us very often. I knew that he couldn't wait until his mom and dad came home. I smiled to myself at the thought of us finally being a family.

"What're you doing out here so… indecent?" I heard a voice ask. Dean came outside in only a pair of jeans. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head on top of mine.

"What… you don't like it?" I asked, giving him a sexy pout.

"I like it a little too much," Dean said, turning me around to face him. I giggled and rolled my eyes playfully as he placed his hands on my hips and pressed his body against mine.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get me out of this bed sheet," I started.

"Well that was the original plan," Dean said, picking me up bridal style.

"Dean!" I shrieked, laughing. He carried me back into the room, not even bothering to close the two shudder doors.

I giggled and leaned up to kiss him. God, this man made me so happy. He kissed me back and gently laid me down on the bed. He rested his hands on either side of me and got on top of me, peeling away the bed sheet.

"I love you," I said, sincerely as Dean pulled away.

"I love you too," he said back. He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back but before it turned into anything, I pulled away again. "What?"

"Nothing it's just, I'm starving," I said. Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Well if you insist," he said.

I giggled, "Seriously? You have to be hungry! Especially from all of that physical activity we got last night, and the night before, and the night before," I reminded.

"Yeah, maybe. I worked you hard, huh?" he asked, proudly, getting up and going into the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up. No one said anything about that." I rummaged around the room for clothing. I slipped on underwear, my bra, and then found an off the shoulder shirt in my suitcase. I still hadn't unpacked. I got back into bed and leaned my back against the headboard. I heard the water run and Dean came out of the bathroom brushing his teeth. As soon as he saw me, he gave me this funny look.

"What?" I asked, blushing and averting his gaze. He held up one finger to tell me that he couldn't say anything at the moment. He went back into the bathroom and I heard him spit and run the water again before he returned to our bedroom.

"Nothing, you just look really sexy right now. You're wearing your off the shoulder shirt and your hair-," he started.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, playfully defensive.

"Well it looks like you've just rolled out of bed," Dean smirked. "More like we've rolled around in bed."

I giggled again, "Well whose fault is that?"

"It's not my fault you don't brush you haven't brushed hair," he teased.

"Fine," I said, running my fingers through my hair and pulling it back into a pony tail. "Now if only I could find an elastic."

"No!" Dean exclaimed before charging at me. He trapped me between his body on the bed and made sure that I wasn't going to put my hair up. A loud laugh escaped my throat as I threw my head back.

"Dean!" I exclaimed, squirming beneath him. Dean just stayed in place, making it impossible for me to move. "It's a sexy reminder of what we've done these past three days." All I could do was laugh and kiss him. This was paradise right here.

"You are so full of yourself," I said.

"I'd rather you be full of me," he smirked.

"Oh trust me, I have been," I said.

He chuckled, "I know and I've enjoyed every second of it," he said.

I bit my lip, "Okay, really, husband, I'm starving."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, finally getting off of me. "Okay, so we could order room service and then stay in some."

"Maybe we should get out a little," I suggested innocently.

"You mean you want to eat breakfast down stairs?" he asked.

I chuckled, "No, I mean, let's go out today. We've been holed up in this room these past few days and while they have been lovely, we do happen to be in Italy and I just thought maybe we should see some sights."

"You have a point Mrs. Winchester," Dean said.

I smiled, "Mrs. Winchester," I repeated to myself. "I'm still getting used to it."

"I know, me too," Dean said.

"But I love the sound of it," I said back.

"So do I," he said, kissing me.

"Alright so let's get dressed-," I started.

"Do we have to?" Dean groaned.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, laughing. "Unless you know, you want to run around Florence naked today." I

"Okay," Dean smirked, leaning into kiss me.

"Dean," I groaned, pushing him away from me, playfully.

"Alright, alright, I'll get dressed," he replied, laughing.

"Let's finishing getting dressed. I'll even wear this off the shoulder shirt since it seems to have so much of an effect on you. And then we should just go walking around. We'll find breakfast somewhere and we can walk around and see what we've been missing out on," I explained.

"Okay," Dean said. He kissed me once more before we actually decided to go out and do stuff.

The entire day had been great. Most of it consisted of Dean and I walking around Florence and finding what next to do. We even went for a ride in the gondola. By the end of the night, we found ourselves back in our hotel room.

"I think this is an achievement," I said.

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked.

"Well, we spent the whole day out of the hotel room. We've certainly set a record for us. We've been quite productive today," I replied.

"Baby, I think we've be productive, every day," Dean smirked.

"Mm, do you want to be productive tonight?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I sure do," Dean replied.

"Okay, so this is what we were supposed to do. We were supposed to get out in the day and then have tons of sex at night. I get it now," I replied.

"We have tomorrow too. Tomorrow is kind of our last day before we go back," Dean said.

"Don't remind me. I mean, don't get me wrong. I can't wait to go home and see Lucas and settle into our house and everything but this had been… unreal," I said back.

"I miss him," Dean said.

"Me too," I sighed.

"Back to reality soon… huh?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," I sighed. And that's when it hit me: reality. Oh my God…

I was a week late.