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Chapter Six: Exuberance
Everything was white. I couldn't have been more excited. Dean had been good on his word. It didn't happen as soon as I had hoped but it was here now. We were on the road to a small secluded resort in the mountains of Alaska. It was my request. He had promised time alone and that was exactly what we were going to do. It had been years since I had seen snow. I barely remembered it. I had very few memories of it. But the ones I had were good. It was interesting that the job didn't lead us to more places with snow. Tragedy surrounded our last encounter with snow. This time it would be different. I had plans. When the resort came into view I was giddy in the seat. I grinned at Dean, getting out of the car. I looked back at him as I started moving away.
"What are you doing?" Dean smiled after me.
"Come with me and find out!" I called back to him.
He just laughed and I could hear his feet on the snow as he pursued me. I just laughed and ran to the snow bank across the lot. When I reached it I threw myself into it, landing on my back. Dean did the same landing next to me.
"And what's the point of this?" He grinned at me.
"Haven't you ever made a snow angel?" I smiled back. He shook his head. "That's just plain sad." I told him as I started to move my arms and legs.
Dean followed my lead before helping me to my feet. We stood and looked down on our work. Mine was nicely formed. It looked like an angel. I could hardly contain my laughter as I looked at Dean's. His was oddly shaped and you could hardly tell that the head was supposed to be the head. He nudged me when my giggling started to seep out.
"It's not that funny." He smiled at me.
"It really is." I said and laughed.
I couldn't stop. A second later his arms were around my waist as he brought me down into the snow. I squealed as he tickled me, though snow stifled it. I laughed as I threw snow in his face. As he wiped it off I got to my feet. He was on his feet a moment later. I laughed as I tried to run through the snow. I was clumsy, soon falling and rolling onto my back. Dean fell on top of me. My laughing quieted as I looked up at him. His hands slipped into mine, melting the snow beneath them. We just looked at each other before he kissed me. It was gentle, sweet. I smiled as they became more passionate. His tongue slipped into my mouth, sending a shiver through my body. He felt it, chuckling as his lips moved to my neck. I couldn't help but shiver again. I could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed them against my skin. He moved his hand underneath my jacket, his cold hands touching my skin. I put my arm around his torso, pulling him against me. It was starting to get hot and heavy, not even feeling the cold, when a slurping sound caught my ears. I froze, Dean did the same. We turned to see a kid, maybe five, staring at us with a juice box in his hands. Dean got off of me, pulling me from the ground. We looked at each other for a moment before I bent in front of the kid.
"Hi, is that juice box good?" I asked him. He nodded. "Where's your mom?" I asked. He just grinned at me.
"Nathan!" I heard a woman yell. "I'm so sorry." She smiled when she reached her son.
"It's not a problem." I smiled back at her. "He was just curious, I'm sure."
She blushed. "Are you two newlyweds?" She asked.
I looked at Dean, smiling. "In a way." I replied.
"Well, I'll get my little tyke out of your hair." She smiled and took her sons hand, leading him away.
"Bye." I smiled and watched them go. "Nathan." I said softly.
"What?" Dean asked curiously.
"It's a nice name." I smiled at him. He smiled and kissed my forehead before leading me back to the car.
We unloaded the car, finally going into the wonderful looking building. I stopped to take in the site as Dean went to get the key. It was only a three floor building but it was exquisite. I almost felt guilty, knowing where the money was coming from. But it took me only a second to move past it. I needed this, we needed this. It was brick with red bordering the door and windows. The sun seemed to hit it perfecting, making it shine. I grinned and went inside. Dean was waiting for me with the keys to the room. He smiled and led me down several halls before stopping in front of a set of double doors. I stood next to him, grinning from ear to ear. He just winked at me before swiping the key, pushing the doors open. I stepped inside, dropping my bags to the side. It was like a full blown apartment. There was a living area with a big fireplace in front of me. I looked at Dean before moving through the suite. There was a large bedroom with the biggest bed I had ever seen. The bathroom was nearly a large. The shower had two heads, one on each side. Dean grinned and winked at me nodding his head. I laughed and ran my hand along his chest as I took in the huge Jacuzzi tub.
"We'll have fun in that." Dean said looking at it.
"I think we're going to have fun in this whole place." I smiled at him, lacing my fingers with his.
"We should probably get started." He said quickly pulling me against him.
I laughed as he kissed me passionately. I turned him toward the door, pushing him out of the room. As we walked our lips were always working, our hands pulling off each other's clothes. The bed couldn't have been more perfect. Not too hard, not to soft. It was perfect for what it was going to be used for. And it was going to be used a lot.
I had to admit that I was starting to panic. Looking down I thought I was going to vomit. I looked at Dean who looked serious. I shook my head. He simply nodded and pushed off. I could hear his yell as he quickly moved away from me. I swallowed the bile that was starting up my throat before straightening my skis. I pushed off, slowly, thinking I would be able to take it easy. As soon as the ground tilted the skis started to move faster. I held the picks, trying to keep a slow steady pace. As most things I've done, it didn't work. I picked up speed, moving faster and faster. I could see Dean moving below me. Back and forth as he maneuvered his way down. How did I let him convince me to do this? I asked myself as I tried to keep my focus. I kept the skis straight. I was perfectly fine with straight. But the farther I went down the clearer the trees became.
"Dean! I hate you!" I yelled as I started to swerve around the trees.
I was anything but athletic. This was a living nightmare. The bunny hill had been fun and easy. Dean suggested something more challenging. I agreed, like I nearly always do, and now I was in a situation from hell. I was positive I was going to crash. I just wanted to be going a little slower before it happened. No broken bones is my goal.
"This was supposed to be fun." I told myself as I tried not to die. "Tree!" I yelled, nicking my arm as I went past it. But it wasn't enough to through me out of control. "He's going to have to give me lots and lots of sex after this." I said as I swerved around a few more trees. "Where the hell is he anyway?" I said. I hadn't seen him for a while. "I'm going to kill him if he's at the bottom already with that cheesy grin of his. He'll just tease me incessantly for being better than me." I couldn't help talking to myself. It kept me calm. I was still at it when something caught my eye. Something in the snow. In a second my heart stopped and the last thing I remembered was face planting in the snow. When I came too half my face was numb. There was red in the snow but there was minimal pain. I lifted my head to see Dean only a few yards away. "You son of a bitch." I said as I rushed forward to him, struggling with the skis to get them off my feet. "Dean…" I said sliding to his side. "Dean, wake up." He had some abrasions on the side of his face. "You stupid cocky bastard." I frowned as I looked him over. "Wake up." I said taking his jaw in my hand. His brows furrowed and he slowly opened his eyes. "Having fun yet?" I smiled down at him. He scoffed at me, putting his hand through my hair.
"Loads." He said sitting up.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"I guess. Are you?" He said noticing whatever blood was showing.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I'll live." I said and helped him to his feet.
We gathered our skis and walked the rest of the way down the hill. It was like one of those moments in movies where the main character is in slow motion walking away from a bomb; or returning victorious from some sort of battle. That was us. I felt as if we were moving in slow motion as we walked back through the crowd of people at the bottom of the hill. They were all staring at us but we held our heads high and walked back into the hotel. Though that didn't last once we got into the room. We dropped the skis and gear at the door. Not wanting to look at them again. I took Dean's hand and led him to the bathroom. I turned the water of the tub on, making it nice and hot before turning to my man. I started to undress him. Small wounds appearing. But this was the best part. The part where we took care of each other. I kissed a fresh cut, tasting his blood, as I threw his shirt aside. When he was gloriously naked in front of me he looped his finger through my pants and pulled me to him. I had split my lip. He kissed me, ever so slightly sucking the cut. I couldn't help but grin. The water was fantastic. It felt so good. I leaned back against him as he trailed kissed down my neck. His hand moved down into the water. I could feel his fingers as they moved down my body, between my legs. He then began to message me. I smiled, leaning into him as far as I could. Turning my head I kissed him deeply, our tongues rolling among each other as I took in his pleasure. The next moment his fingers were inside of me. I couldn't help but let out a small groan. It was enough to spread a smile across his face as we kissed. My breath came faster, his lips once again on my neck. I gripped his hair with one hand, the other running along his bicep. Moments like this made everything seem perfect. This was the way it was supposed to be. He removed his hand. I turned in the water, straddling his front. I kissed him repeatedly, wanting him so badly. A moment later I felt him slide inside of me. I groaned as I rocked against him. He closed his eyes, resting his head against my chest. His hands moved around my back. I did the same, feeling his muscles ripple as he caressed me. It was too soon when it ended but the moment had been magical. It always was. I turned again, leaning into him as we continued to soak in the water. My mind couldn't help but linger on the fact that this wouldn't happen anymore. It made me want to make love to him every second of every day. I needed to fit a lifetime into a single year. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair, it was simply the way it was. It was an unhappy thought. I pushed it away, concentrating only on his breathing as he ran his fingers up and down my arms. He wrapped his arms around my neck. I kissed his forearm, smiling. I loved being held. There was nothing like it. What would I do when he wasn't here to hold me anymore? I frowned, scolding myself for letting the thought even enter my head right now. I partially turned, turning enough just to see him, be able to kiss him.
Dean was kissing me. The bedroom was dark. It was just getting to the good part when there was scratching at the door. I stopped turning toward the door. The scratching started again as a vicious barking accompanied it. Panic started to seep into me. Dean started to move from the bed. I gripped his arm, telling him not to go. Not to open the door. The barking grew louder and more vicious as he moved toward the door. As he reached for the handle I flew out of the bed, shoving him away from the door. I forcefully told him not to open it. He said okay and went back to the bed. The barking started to die away. I followed him, climbing back into bed with him. He held me against him, caressing my back as I laid against him. Soon it seemed as if the danger had passed. I calmed down, with Dean's help, leading us to a night of soft talking and a good night's sleep. Dean remaining alive and well.
I opened my eyes. The barking still echoing in my head. I turned, looking at Dean sleeping next to me. It had been one of the better ones. I wished they would just stop. Nothing I could think of was helping. It didn't matter how hard I tried not to dwell on it. How hard I tried to relax. I just couldn't deal with Dean's decision. I tried to but just couldn't. I could see his point and I could understand why but he was leaving me. It took up far too much of my thoughts. Today had been a good day. The trip was a good idea. I couldn't deny that. It had been the distraction that we both needed. But when I slept everything I was trying to forget seemed to leak out. Everything I couldn't handle festered to the surface in my dreams. I gently rubbed his shoulder with my fingers, kissing it gently, before slipping out of the bed. Turning on the fireplace, I wrapped myself in a blanket, sitting down in front of it. I hugged my knees, staring into the flames. The tears were there before I knew I was even going to cry. I sniffled as I wiped the tears away. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I heard something behind me. My head shot up toward the sound. There was nothing there. But at the same time it was easy to believe that something had been. I turned back to the flames. I leaned against the chair next to me. My eyes started to close before the heat and the movement of the flames put me to sleep.
When I woke up it seemed like no time had passed. I put the flames out before going into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror before splashing water on my face. When I looked up I was smiling at myself, but I myself was not. I frowned, my heart starting to race as I looked at my reflection.
"He's going to die you know." I told myself.
"What the hell…?" I said not believing what I was seeing.
"You know what's going to happen. She told you what was to come. You can't change it. You can't fight it." My reflection stated. Then it started to whisper. "I'm here. I'm inside of you." But the voice wasn't my own. It was tainted by another.
I shot awake, the flames still crackling in the fireplace. I was shaking. I didn't even know it was a dream. It felt very real. I stood, pacing the room. I went to the mini-bar and took out a mini bottle of tequila. I downed it before two others. I took a deep breath before going back into the bedroom. Dean was sleeping soundly. I stood at the end of the bed, just watching him, listening to his breathing. I walked to his side of the bed, running my fingers down his face, trailing them along his arm. I bent and kissed his forehead, gently putting my fingers through his hair. I went around the bed, crawling back in. Putting my arms around him, I pressed myself against his back. He shifted but continued to sleep. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sound of his breathing, letting it put me to sleep.
I woke up to sweet kisses on my neck. Loving the feeling so much. I hadn't slept much but I wasn't going to let my dreams dull the fun that I was supposed to be having. The fun that I desperately needed. Today we were going to do anything but skiing. I didn't want to ski again in my life. The town was small and since it was Alaska there was plenty of dog sledding activities and Eskimo related things. It was going to be another good day, even if it was the last thing I did.
"I want to see a polar bear." I grinned at Dean as we ate ice cream in a shop.
"What?" Dean smiled but his brows were furrowed.
"What's the point of coming all the way to Alaska if you don't get to see a polar bear?" I shot back at him.
"I'm sure there's a zoo around here somewhere." He told me.
"I don't think so, mister. We're going to go find us a polar bear." I said getting up.
"What is with you today?" He asked as he followed me. "I don't think a polar bear is going to appreciate us gawking at it."
"I don't care." I told him.
There were trails all over the place. We went toward the ocean, knowing that seals would be around and they would lead us to a bear. I didn't know why I wanted to so badly but I did. It could have been the fear factor of what could potentially happen. I needed to feel alive. I needed to feel like it wasn't just Dean who was leaving. I was on edge and my own face was haunting my thoughts. Soon we could hear the rush of the ocean as it broke against the cliffs. It had taken nearly two hours to even reach the ocean. We could already hear the seals barking as they basked in the afternoon sun.
"So, here are the seals. I don't see any bears." Dean stated as he crossed his arms.
"Don't sound so negative. Now we sit and watch." I said doing just that.
"Why do you want to do this? It's random, even for you." He stated sitting next to me.
"Don't you want to say someday that you've done this? You took a trip to Alaska and saw something not many do. Something special to the natural world." I smiled at him.
"What are you talking about?" He frowned.
My smile fell, I sighed, resting my chin on my knees. "I just want you to experience as much as you can before…you leave." I told him softly. "Anything and everything."
He sighed heavily. "I'm not just leaving, baby." He said sadly.
"I know. But that's what this is for. I want you to be able to take something with you. Happy memories that might make it easier. If that's even possible."
"Evy…" He said pulling me into him. I wrapped my arms around him as his moved around me. "All I need is your face and I'll be okay."
I smiled and kissed him deeply. Our lips lingered against each other's, parted. I could taste his breath in my mouth. I rested my head against his chest, his heart beat sounding in my ear. As the sun set, colors appeared in the air. I smiled as the aurora borealis filled the night sky. The colors making waves in the air.
"It's getting cold. Let's head back." Dean said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
"Okay." I said and got to my feet, helping Dean to his.
As we were walking back a sound reached our ears. We turned and a mother polar bear and her two cubs were walking several yards away. I watched them walk over the edge, the northern lights bouncing off their white coats. The mother turned and looked at us before leading her cubs out of site.
"Hmph." I smiled and looked at Dean.
"Happy now?" He smiled back.
"Very." I smiled and kissed him.
A hot bath felt wonderful. We soaked in the water as soft music played from the mounted CD player. I leaned against him, feeling his chest rise and fall against me. It was comforting. Dean's hands gently stroked my body. Sending shivers through me in all the right places. My stomach was the downfall to our happy soaking. It occurred to me that I hadn't eaten and Dean was insistent that we eat. He spun it off as needing the energy for night activities. I just grinned before wrapping myself in one of the hotels oversized robes. Dean did the same before leaving the bathroom. I watched him go before turning to my reflection. I combed my hair, leaving it down to dry. Making a note to take better care of myself so I could take care of Dean. I went into the main room. Dean was standing by the door holding a piece of paper.
"What's that?" I asked him.
"The hotel is hosting some sort of fundraiser tonight. The black tie kind." He said handing it to me.
"It's for the polar bears." I smiled and laughed.
"What a coincidence." He said with a raised brow. "There will be food, dancing, and - Hey! Karaoke." He said and grinned at me.
"We're not going." I told him shaking my head.
"What? Why not? How often do we get to dress up?" He said going into the bedroom.
"We have nothing to wear." I informed him.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of that." He grinned.
"Dean, seriously? You honestly want to go to this?" I asked following him.
"You can call it our prom." He grinned widely.
"I hated prom." I told him.
"Why don't you want to go?" He asked facing me.
"I don't know. It's just not our thing." I replied.
"It is this weekend. You were the one who wanted me to experience as much as I can before I go into the pit. So do this for me, will you?" He said taking my face in his hands. He had his famous half smile on his face and the look in his eyes made me want to agree with anything he said.
"Fine." I told him, averting my eyes from his.
"Yes." He grinned. "I'll be back in a little bit. You take a real shower."
"What?" I said laughing. "Are you saying I smell?"
"You smell fine." He smiled back.
"Yeah, I smell like you." I said shoving him playfully.
He grabbed my sides, making my squirm as his lips found mine. He smacked my ass before changing and leaving the room. I sighed and showered. It felt wonderful to take a shower by myself. I hadn't realized how long it had been. When I was done I smelled like a girl again. But I couldn't help but put on one of Dean's shirts. It smelled strongly of him and to me that was the best smell in the world. I settled in front of the TV, turning it on to find the movie Underworld on FX. But as I watched I couldn't help but criticize it. Vampires weren't really like that. Werewolves didn't look anything like they were portrayed. Where did they come up with this stuff? Someone out there has to know the truth. With all the hunters and the people who've been saved someone should have known better than to allow this portrayal of the supernatural. Granted, I loved the movie, it was just that I knew that these things existed and what they really looked like.
"Hey, I love this movie." Dean said when he finally got back.
"Good, someone to make fun of it with me." I smiled at him.
"Time to turn it off, hot stuff. We've got to get ready. People are already starting to crowd the lobby."
"But it's just getting to the best part. She's going to bite him and he's going to turn into the half-breed." I said as he pulled me to my feet.
"I don't care. It's time to get ready." He grinned and tossed a box at me.
"What's this?" I smiled at him.
"Go get ready." He smiled sheepishly before going into the bedroom.
I smiled after him. I stood and went into the bathroom, closing the door. I set the box on the counter, running my hand along the top before pulling it off. I laughed, tears springing into my eyes as I beheld the dress in front of me. It was just proof that this man knew me well. It was red. He always said I looked good in red. It was strapless. I pulled it out. It reached the floor. No slit. It was very slick. It was simple and yet elegant all at the same time. It was perfect. I wasn't one for flashy. This was exactly something I would pick out myself. I closed my eyes, thinking of my fiancé in the next room. I touched the ring on my finger. In this moment I wished that this dress was white. Tamara's words rang in my head. Do it. Before it's too late. My smile faltered momentarily at the memory but returned as I stared at the dress. I set to work on trying to do something creative with my hair. But in the end since the dress was simple the hair was simple. I put big curls in it, letting half of it fall over my shoulders. It was out of my face but there was still a strand on either side, framing it. The zipper on the dress was up the side, making it easy for me to get ready all on my own. When I opened the door there was a pair of red flip flops. I grinned and slipped them on. I hated high heels. When I walked into the main room Dean was standing there, waiting for me, a grin plastered on his face. I felt my face flush as I walked toward him. He looked exceedingly handsome in a tux. I stepped up to him, leaving only an inch between us. He lifted his hand, his fingers trailing along my bare neckline. I smiled putting my hand on his forearm. He leaned in, kissing me deeply.
"You're breathtaking." He told me softly.
"You look fantastic." I smiled and kissed him again.
"We should go. I want to show you off tonight." He smiled and took my hand.
The lobby was full of people waiting for the line to move inside. Apparently the polar bears had a big following. Then again, we were in Alaska. It was either that or everyone wanted an excuse to dress up and get drunk. Dean and I weren't complaining. There was a lot of commotion inside. There was a large variety of people, dressed in a variety of ways. It was rather entertaining. The first hour was spent eating, drinking, and making fun of everyone in the room. There was a guy with a tall green mo hock. He had a vintage tux on and the girl he had with him was every definition of the word Goth. It was amusing to say the least. Then you had the older couples that you'd think were at some royal function. But for all we knew this was the event of the year. Even the kids were acting like snobbish little imps. We ate our fill and danced as the night went on. I had to admit that I was having fun. I felt out of place but I couldn't help but enjoy myself. There was an open bar and so much delicious food it was ridiculous. It didn't take long for the karaoke to start. We suffered through several children before the teenagers started and then the drunken men and woman took their turn.
"I think it's your turn." Dean winked at me.
"You know. I think it is." I grinned at him as I went up to the mic.
I knew what I was going to sing. Taking the mic the words came out like water. Knowing that I meant every one of them, knowing that I meant them for Dean as much as anyone else who would sing it to their love.
I don't like to be alone and I
I don't like to hear I'm wrong when I'm right
And I don't like to have the rain on my shoes
But I do love you
But I do love you
I don't like to see the sky painted gray
And I don't like when nothing's going my way
And I don't like to be the one with the blues
But I do love you
But I do love you
Love everything about the way you loving me
The way you lay your head upon my shoulder when you sleep
And I love to kiss you in the rain
I love everything you do
Oh I do
When I was done I was happy to see Dean still smiling at me. He stood as he applauded me, nodding when I bite my lip, anxious to know his thoughts. It always meant something. No matter what we sang it meant something. I went back down to Dean, kissing him before we sat down.
"You're not going up?" I asked him.
"Nah." He said with a crooked smile. "I like seeing you shine up there."
"I'm nowhere near a good singer." I told him shaking my head.
"Yeah, but you're my girl. To me you're the best singer here." He told me sweetly.
"I don't know if I want this night to end." I grinned at him.
"Why?" He grinned back.
"Because, tonight, you are being so sweet I just might puke." I told him, putting my fingers on his chin.
His eyes narrowed before he grabbed my sides, making me squirm. I busted with laughter. He kept going until I couldn't breath before pulling my chair to his, wrapping his arm around my neck, his other around my waist. I laughed softly in his ear, my arms around him, my hands on his shoulders. Then Queens (I want it all song. Find title) came on and I pulled Dean to the dance floor. I belted out, dancing ridiculously with everyone else. Dean could only laugh and shake his head at me. But a few beers later his jacket was off, his bowtie undone, and was rocking it on the dance floor with me. Then it was time to take the mic again. Dean went up and picked the song. I stood in the middle of the crowd. Wanting to be able to take him in.
Find myself all alone
In darkness without you
Now I can't turn away
From what I must do
You know I'd give my life for you
More than words can say
I've shown you how to love someone
I know you'll find the way
Say goodbye
Close your eyes
Remember Me
Walk away
The sun remains
Remember me
I'll live on somewhere in your heart
You must believe
Remember me
It was sweet yet made a point. By the end of the song my eyes were wet. I knew what he was trying to say, but at the same time I didn't want to have to remember him. I wanted him with me. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes every day. He jumped down from the stage and took me in his arms. I just smiled and kissed him. I ran my hand down his chest before taking the stage again. If he wanted to make a point then I could make one too.
Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
Let something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
We had done our deed for the night. We sang our songs and danced till we couldn't anymore. It was long after midnight but the party was going strong. My buzz was wearing off and Dean was sober. It was slightly ridiculous to feel like the night didn't end drunk and in bed but it was starting to turn out just as good even with the dressy clothes and drunken people.
"I feel very much out of place." I told Dean as I ate my third plate from the buffet.
"Why?" He asked me softly.
"We're hunters, Dean. We don't belong in this world of money and fashion." I smiled. "Despite how much fun we've had so far. Because I am having fun."
"Good. Me too. But this world suits you." He smiled back, a dangerous look in his eyes.
I felt my face flush. "I like you better in jeans with a t-shirt and button up." I smiled back at him.
He grinned and kissed me deeply. I laughed and ran my fingers down his face. "Well, you look ravishing. I'm letting it go to waste." He said standing, holding out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
The grin on my face was starting to hurt. I nodded, taking his hand. He led me to the dance floor. In this moment I was so enthralled by Dean I didn't even recognize the music that was playing. It was soft, but I wasn't paying attention to the words. The only thing I could hear was Dean's breathing, the feel of his fingers trailing my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving against him. He held me tight, pressing his face into my shoulder. I could feel the smile on his lips, making one cross my own. Running my fingers through his hair, I breathed him in.
"I wish it could stay like this forever." I whispered to him.
"Me too." He whispered back, kissing me lightly.
The next thing we knew the lights went out and screaming started.