A/N: Another short chapter.

Chapter Four

He found him in a matter of seconds, leaning against the porch railing in front of the house and staring out into the forest with an empty thousand-yard stare.

He was beautiful, long sandy locks falling just below his shoulders, slender body just as slight as he remembered although a tad bit firmer. Under the tender light of the moon his slightly feminine face appeared to be a perfect balance of femininity and masculinity. With a soft inaudible sigh, he wound his arms around the man's narrow waist, feeling the tension of the past six years vanish as he inhaled the sweet scent of belladonna and lavender and a musky tangy scent that was wholly Sam's.

"I missed you." He whispered and his wife spun around in his arms, empty gaze melting into one of such grief and pain that he felt his heart jerk in response. They needed to talk. They really needed to talk. But not here. Not where his entire coven was sure to be listening. He thought for a moment then nodded to himself, then faster than humanly possible he gathered Sam in his arms and took off in a run.

The hunter curled closer to him, one hand clutching his shirt in a white-knuckled grip as if he were afraid that he would disappear. "I missed you too." He whispered and Damien smiled slightly. They'd work things out. They had to.

A few moments later found them in a small clearing a few miles away from the house, just outside of the coven's hearing range. Damien settled himself at the base of a tree with Sam still in his arms, the smaller man's legs settled on either side of his own. For a moment they merely stared at each other, both trying to come to terms with the fact that the other was actually there, then Sam broke the silence.

"T-They reported you MIA," He began. "Aiden said that you'd gone missing during your shift of Fire Watch. Then a few days later they found you tags in a puddle of blood about two miles off from the rendezvous point and you were reported KIA. When you platoon reached the rendezvous point, Aiden gave me your tags. I held a funeral for you." His voice wavered and he looked away. "I buried you beside M- Marilyn."

Damien swallowed, heart breaking bit by bit at his husband's confession.

Marilyn was a secret that he and Sam had agreed to never bring up again. Their beloved daughter who had died of SIDS only a few days after her birth. Neither of them had ever gotten over it and Sam had taken to avoiding anything baby related. To hear him say her name now after so long, it pained the vampire. He cradled the man's face gently, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips before he began to speak against the petal soft appendages.

"A few of the insurgents caught me off guard while I was on watch and I was captured." Sam gasped although he'd already guesses this fact. " I had already been injured a bit from the fight before so it didn't them long to take me out, before I passed out I managed to rip off my tags so my boys would know where I'd been last and hopefully find me. When I woke up they had my hands chained to the ceiling and they beat me and whipped me until I passed out again. Next they gave me food then beat me again, telling me they were punishing me for worshiping false idols. I was there for nearly a year before I managed to escape. Unfortunately, right after I escaped I was attacked by some sort of beast and I became what I am now. For five years I wondered alone then Jared come along and offered me a family and a home. I never stopped thinking of you though."

The human's grip on him tightened and he kissed him again, free hand running over Damien's body frantically just to make sure this was real.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Gods I'm so sorry." He whimpered, peppering his throat with kisses. The vampire sighed and kissed his wife back, stroking his hair calmly.

"Sh, it's okay Sammy. It's all okay." He cooed and Sam shook his head.

"I left at the end of my second tour and Andy hooked me up with a place to stay. I ended up finishing up my Stanford courses on the campus and Staying with his ex-fiancée, Jessica. She forced me to go see a psychiatrist for the grief and the nightmares. About a year later, Dean broke in to our apartment and we left to go look for Dad. When we got back to Stanford, she'd been killed by the demon that killed mom. He pinned her to the ceiling and set her on fire thinking she was my girlfriend." He explained quietly and Damien felt his brow furrow so he pulled his love closer.

"I love you." He murmured. "I love you so much."

Sam smiled at him and let go of his shirt to cup his face in a gentle semi-callous hand. "I love you too. I'm so glad you're here." He replied and the raven grinned pulling him into a passionate kiss.

He found himself quickly dominating his wife's lips, and he slid his tongue into the hot orifice to map every inch and corner, the taste of Sam heady. The vixen gave a soft moan that quickly became a pleasured gasp when rough hands grabbed his ass and squeezed. Soon Sam's need to breathe drew them apart and they leaned against each other panting quietly. For a moment they were silent. Then Sam began to sing, his voice a beautiful high tenor.

"Cause with all these things we do, it don't matter when I'm coming home to you."

Damien smiled at the words and replied in kind in his deep, heavy baritone.

"And with all that we've been through, after all this time I'm coming home to you."

Finally, after six- almost seven- long arduous years he felt complete. Sam was by his side again and they would never be separated again. He wouldn't allow it.

TBC...

A/N: A bit of an angsty fluffy chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it.

EDITED: 12/25/15