I am so sorry it's been so long since I updated this story. I got kind of burned out on it, hitting that infamous writer's block, and I started up two more stories that had been brewing in my mind, hoping a break from this one would help get me back on track. Well, I believe it worked. ;) Here's to my faithful readers who've been hanging in there, dropping me PMs and reviews on my other stories. Your encouragement is what helped me crank out this chapter! Hope you enjoy.

**Nothing from Charmed or Supernatural belongs to me.**

Chapter Five

*Seven Days Until the Wedding*

Dean groaned as a buzzing noise filled the room. He leaned over, swatting the alarm clock until he hit the Snooze button. He rolled onto his back and sighed, and Melinda rolled over, onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around her warm, sleepy body, pulling her as close as he could, and let out a yawn.

"We need to get up."

Dean smiled, rolling his hand over Melinda's back. She let out a sigh, moving closer to him, putting her head near his neck.

"Mm-hmm."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"Okay. Let's go, then."

Neither of them made a move. Melinda smiled, still keeping her eyes closed, letting out a little yawn.

"In a minute."

Dean laughed, then rolled to lay Melinda flat on her back. Her eyes opened as he smiled down at her, seeing her sleepy blue eyes, the way her golden hair spread across the pillow. He bent down, catching her mouth with his. Melinda let out a sigh as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he kissed her. She bit her lip when he moved to kiss her neck, and she dug her fingers into his back.

"Dean. We … we need to … oh, God."

He smiled against her neck, letting his hand slide down her body. He laid it flat on her stomach, just under her bellybutton, before ever so gently sliding it to her hip. She gasped and he smiled. Melinda's hips were extremely sensitive, something Dean had discovered accidentally one day. Oh, how good that day had been, he thought with a smile. He moved his hand to hold over her hip, biting back a groan when she let out one of her own. Her hips lifted, and she reached down to grab the hand he refused to move from her very sensitive hip.

"Dean, we – we said we weren't. We're waiting, remember?"
"Oh, I remember."

He moved to kiss her lips, and she was breathing hard, her hip tingling from the feeling of his warm hand on her.

"We won't, Mel. But … There are other things we might could do."
"Oh my God."

He smiled against her lips as his hand drifted lower, past the waistband of her pajama pants. She let out a moan as he pressed his hand against her, then slid it under her panties. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he went back to kissing her neck.

"Dean. Oh my—oh, God."

He smiled, trying to focus on not giving her a hickey a week before their wedding, when the alarm sounded again. He stopped, glancing over.

"What the hell—No. Don't you stop."

Dean bit back a laugh, pushing up to look down at her.

"Baby, I need to turn the alarm off before—"

He shut up as the clock was yanked from the wall and tossed into a drawer, which slammed shut. He laughed, looking down at Melinda's flushed face.

"There. Now, as you were."
"Mel, sweetheart, I—"
"I am not above begging, Winchester. And you finish what you start. That's who you are; it's a primary aspect of your personality. Please, Dean, I—Oh. Oh, God. Yes."

He closed his eyes at the sting of her nails digging into his back, but he was reveling in it. He kept a rhythm going with his hand, driving her completely insane as she whispered his name over and over again. She moved a leg in between his and gently rocked up, making him groan and his hand still as a shudder went through him.

"Damn, Mel."
"I don't want you missing out on all the fun. Come on, baby."

Dean let out a groan as he leaned down to kiss her again. He kept on, keeping up the rhythm of his fingers, rocking his hips against her leg, the friction pushing him on. Melinda tightened her grip on him, and he covered her mouth with his, muffling her gasps and groans. She reached up, holding his mouth to hers, and a minute later, she swallowed the quiet, harsh groan he gave.

Dean had pretty much collapsed on top of her, and Melinda let out a sigh as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I think that qualifies as cheating."

Dean smiled, letting out a quiet laugh, hearing her heartbeat under his ear.

"Bending the rules, Mel. Not breaking, but bending."

She shivered as he moved and kissed her neck, then moved up to look at her.

"Seven days, Mel. Just seven more days."

She smiled at him, and he laid back on her chest. She closed her eyes, letting her mind go. One measly week. Seven more days, and she would be someone's wife. Dean smiled, as he heard her thoughts.

"My wife."
"What?"

He propped himself up again, looking down at her.

"You were thinking that in 7 days, you'd be someone's wife. Well, you're not going to be just 'someone's wife'. You'll be mine."

Melinda smiled, reaching up to link her arms around his neck.

"I love it when you get all possessive like that."

Dean laughed as he bent down, pressing his lips to hers again. The kiss went on, and after a while, Melinda spoke, her speech peppered with kisses.

"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"Dean."
"Yeah."
"We should … really … get up … now."
"Okay."

They made no moves to get up, just went right on kissing.

"Dean, really."
"Okay. Just a … few more … minutes."

Dean moved, kissing from Melinda's mouth to her jaw, her chin, down to her neck. She let out a sigh, moving her hands to cup his head. After a minute, Dean stopped, as he felt her arms relax around him. He looked up, seeing a sleeping Melinda in front of him. He smiled, moving slowly away from her, kissing her forehead once before going to the shower.

"You lazy ass. Get up. We've got way too much to do for you to be sleeping all the damn day."

Melinda groaned as the curtains were thrown open, letting sunlight pour in through the windows. She slowly blinked open her eyes.

"What time is it?"

Melinda yawned as Peyton glanced down at her watch.

"Well, Sleeping Beauty, it is a little after 9."
"Ugh, he let me go back to sleep."

Peyton made a face, waving her hands around.

"I don't want to know. I just came to get you up, because we've got stuff to do. It's dress day!"

Melinda sighed as she flopped back on the pillows, just for a second, then climbed out of bed, heading for the shower.

"Mel, come on! If we're going, we've got to go now."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Melinda walked into the kitchen, pulling a sweater on as she did. Peyton smiled.

"Aw, you look so cute."
"Shut up."

Melinda's hair was in a French braid, something that Phoebe had done up for her. She looked stunning, as usual, but her face gave away that she was not looking forward to this. Peyton stepped up, taking her hands.

"Come on, Mellie. We're going shopping for your wedding dress today."

Melinda smiled.

"I know. I'm happy, I just …"
"Don't. Worrying isn't going to help anything. We will find a dress, and it will be perfect and not have to be altered in any way, and it will be fine for your wedding in a week."

Melinda nodded, and Peyton prayed it would turn out to be true. The girls looked over as Dean walked inside, wearing a tight black t-shirt and those old jeans that were worn in and faded in just the right spots. Melinda bit her lip and Peyton groaned. Dean let out a sigh as he leaned up against the counter. Melinda winked at Peyton, then walked closer to Dean.

"Baby… Are you going to miss me?"

Dean gave her a look that made her smile.

"What do you think?"

She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him. He sighed, then set his hands on her hips. She let her eyes drift close with a quiet gasp. He smiled, watching her bite her lip as he gently dug his fingers in, as she tightened her grip around his neck.

"Jesus Christ Almighty, you two are killing me!"

Peyton stomped out of the room, leaving a laughing Melinda and Dean behind her. Dean pulled Melinda closer and pressed his lips to hers.

"Have fun in New York."

She nodded, kissing him some more. He smiled, running his hands up and down her back as she went up on her tiptoes. She pulled back, running her fingers through his short hair.

"I know you've got work to do in the garage, but there are some wedding things I need you boys to take care of."
"I know. Piper's already got a list tacked up out there of things for Leo and I to do on our 'down time.'"

Melinda smiled at his air quotes, closing her eyes as she thought of Castiel. Their friend, a misguided angel, one they both missed terribly. Dean caught onto her thoughts and sighed, reaching out to cup her cheek in his hand.

"I miss him too, Mel."

His voice was quiet, and brought tears to her eyes.

"I know. I wish he could be here."
"I know. Me, too."

Dean glanced away, and Melinda stepped closer to him, catching his face in her hands and pulling him down so she could kiss his cheek. She stepped back to grab her purse, stopping when she heard Dean.

"Do you think he's okay, Mel?"

She turned back, seeing him stare out the window.

"Cas, I mean."

Melinda sighed.

"I hope he is."
"Do you think he's in Heaven?"

Melinda crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't know. He's from Heaven, you know? Where do angels go when they … When they die?"

She almost wasn't able to say it. God, it hurt so badly. Dean looked back to her, holding out his hand, and she walked over to take it. She leaned her head against his chest, both of them staring out the window.

"It's going to be okay, Dean. It's going to be okay."

He bent to kiss the top of her head, and Peyton came back in the room, holding hands with a very excited Kate.

"Aunt Melinda, it's New York time!"

Melinda and Dean smiled as they turned around, seeing little Kate nearly vibrating with excitement. Dean stepped forward.

"Oh, come on, Squirt. You don't want to go to New York, do you? Don't you want to stay here and work on cars with me?"

Kate scrunched up her nose, shaking her head, almost in disgust. Melinda burst out laughing and Peyton patted the top of Kate's head.

"Now that's my girl."

Kate beamed up at Peyton as Piper and Phoebe walked into the kitchen. Phoebe bent to hug Kate and Piper smiled at Melinda.

"All right, Paige is meeting us there, and any others have been instructed to go through Jenny for any and all transportation needs. We've got to get a move on, because our appointment is in ten minutes."

Melinda glanced back at Dean, giving him a wink. He smiled, nodding his head. Kate peeked around Melinda legs with a smile.

"Bye, Uncle Dean!"

They all stopped, hearing Kate call him that for the first time. Melinda glanced back at him with tears in her eyes and he cleared his throat.

"Bye, Katie. Have fun."

She grinned as Peyton lifted her up in her arms. Melinda looked to Dean and mouthed "I love you." He winked at her as a pink light began to shine in the kitchen, disappearing and taking the women along. He sighed, moving a hand to rub at his chest, where an odd feeling had appeared, about the same time he'd been called Uncle Dean. That little girl had taken his heart, and he was helpless. He smiled, shaking his head at just how alike Kate and her Aunt Melinda were, at least when it came to him.