It had been a long hunt. He had been away from a month…A MONTH. He sat in the car and sighed deeply. She was going to be pissed. Actually, that was an understatement. She was going to be bat shit crazy pissed. His phone had been smashed by the fugly and he hadn't had a chance to grab a new one nor call her. He was embarrassed to admit that he didn't know her number off by heart and he knew his father would be pissed if he asked to borrow his phone to call her…even if he did remember her number. He grabbed the bunch of flowers from the passenger side and got out of the car. He grimaced as he noticed that most of them had wilted. He had gotten them a fair few hours ago in fairness and hadn't stopped since, wanting to be with her as soon as he possibly could. Hopefully she wouldn't notice. Oh man was she going to be pissed. He sighed again before making his way to the door. He couldn't help but feel nervous as he turned his key and pushed open the door. It's not like she could actually hurt him…she was only 5'2. She could hold a grudge though. He looked around the entrance way and didn't see anyone. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. The smell of sugar and spices filled his nose and warmed him to his toes. He made his way to the kitchen at the end of the hall and smirked when he heard the music. She was baking. There was no doubt about it. The music was upbeat and funky, a mixture of old and new, the air full of sweet scents and there she was, in all her glory. His sweetheart….his sugar. She had her long hair tied into a messy bun on top of her head and by the looks of things, she was wearing his shirt and her running shorts underneath her short fluoro pink apron. He leant against the door frame and smiled. This is what he had missed. Just watching her be free and crazy and…her. She was stunning in every form of the word, right down to the flour he knew stained her left cheek. She hummed along with the song as the timer went off. He watched as she pulled on her blue oven mitts and nearly groaned out loud as she bent over to grab whatever was in the oven. Peach cobbler by the smell. It made his mouth water. Not nearly as much as the view though. Damn, his girl had one fine as…

She chose that moment to turn around and catch his eye. He smiled and lifted the bouquet of sad flowers and she screamed. The dish dropped out of her hands and landed with a mighty crash at her feet. He frowned.
"Oh lord you scared the shit outta me." She exclaimed placing a hand on her chest.
"Careful sugar, there might be…" His sentence was cut off by the crushing of his ribs. He gasped a breath and chuckled.
"Ease up sugar." He choked out, wrapping his arms around her tiny shoulders. She immediately unwrapped herself from him and stepped back a half step.
"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? I'll get the first aid…" He pulled her back into his arms and held her close to him. Her fist wound its way into his plaid shirt above his heart and on his back. She buried her face into his chest.

"I'm fine. Just let me hold you for a second." He muttered.
"I was so worried about you." She mumbled. Dean swallowed thickly and kissed her head, breathing in the sweet vanilla smell that was uniquely her.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, unable to put what he wanted to say into words. He didn't see it panning out like this at all. He had envisioned screaming and throwing things before hugs and forgiveness.
"Don't be. Your job is your job. As long as you're okay." She pulled back and placed a hand on his cheek.
"You are okay aren't you?" she asked, the blue eyes swarming with worry. He grinned and cradled her face in between his hands.
"I am fine. Barely even a scratch." She opened her mouth to interrupt but he shook his head.
"I have been away for too long and I am sorry that I didn't message you or call you. I will learn your number off by heart and have back up phones. I should know better and baby, you can chew me out all night later but right now I am going to kiss your sweet little lips like I have been dreamin of doin since I left." And with that he pulled her close and smashed his lips on to hers. Sugar and raspberry danced across his tastebuds as he poured everything he wanted to say into that kiss. When the need to breath overpowered their need to be connected, Dean pulled away.
"God I missed you." He said leaning his forehead against hers.
"Not as much as I missed you." She whispered back rubbing her nose against his.

"Sorry I scared you by the way." He chuckled. She smiled.
"You're forgiven…but only cause I am happy to have you home." She kissed him softly.

"I thought you would be so pissed." He mumbled. She nodded against his forehead.
"Oh I am and if you ever pull that again I will string you up by your toenails and beat you senseless with my rolling pin." He laughed loudly. "But for now…welcome home baby."
"Man, it's so good to be home." He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "Tell me there's more dessert though." She giggled and kissed his nose.
"There's apple pie in the fridge and pecan pie on the counter." He grinned and kissed her.
"I love you sugar."
"I love you too Dean."

"Can I get you anything else?" the high pitched voice pulled him from his memories. He shook his head and clenched his hand around her necklace. He had been playing with it in his pocket before descending into memory lane. He looked up to get a eyeful of the waitress's...boobs. He sent her his panty dropping smile but before he could reply, his brother interrupted and asked for the check. Dean frowned. Sammy was young and somewhat good looking…why was he not interested in fun?
"We are allowed to have fun you know?" he said.
"What?" Sam raised an eyebrow. Dean pointed at the waitress as she walked off.
"That's fun." He expected a smile and an eye roll but all he got was a sassy bitch face. He sighed and passed him the newspaper he had been looking at.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." That got a reaction.
"A funeral? Why?" Dean shrugged.
"They buried an empty coffin. For closure or something." He rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother. Bobby had mentioned something about closure last time he spoke to him. He hadn't been able to find a trace of Callie anywhere and either did his contacts. Dean swallowed thickly. He hadn't spoken to Bobby since telling him to stick his closure where the sun doesn't shine.

"Closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam snarked. Dean sighed deeply. Here it comes. He had been waiting for it for a few weeks now. He knew that Sam was antsy on finding dad. Might as well bite the bullet.

"Something you want to say to me?" he asked bracing himself for a Sammy tantrum.
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."

"And what do you suggest we do Sammy?" He asked leaning forward.
"Something. Anything. I don't know!" Sam snapped. And that was the final straw.
"You wanna know something? I am sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find dad as much as you do?" Sam opened his mouth to interrupt but Dean cut him off. "I'm the one that been with him every single day for the last two years, while you've been off to college going to.. Pep rallies and crap." He took a breath and tried to calm down. "We will find him ok? But until then, we're gonna kill every bad thing between then and now okay?"

"Okay." Sam nodded. " Lake Manioc here we come then."

"She was about a hundred yards out." Dean looked away from the young man in front of him, Will Carlton, the dead chick's brother. They had pulled up at the house earlier this morning and with a flash of their Wildlife Rangers badge, they had been proceeded to start their investigation.

"That's where she got dragged down." The lake was massive. Anything could be out there.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean turned his attention back to Will who was shaking his head.

"Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub. " The kid ran a hand over his face. Dean felt bad for him. He knew what it meant to lose someone and no matter which way it happened, it always hurt the same way.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked, taking notes on a small notepad he pulled out of god knows where. "Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shapes breach the surface?"

"No. Again, she was really far out there." Will swallowed thickly and crossed his arms. Dean hated this part. Making the family members talk about what happened. He didn't like seeing the pain across their faces. But it was a part of the job and over the years he had learnt to just hide the discomfort.

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" He asked. Will shook his head.
"No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" A small flash of fear crossed his face.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do. " Dean nodded and started to head back towards the car.

"What about your father?" his brother suddenly asked. Dean internally groaned. "Can we talk to him?" Will turned to look at his father who had been facing the lake ever since his sister went missing.

"Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Dean felt for the kid. The amount of questions the poor family had probably been asked already.

Sam nodded. "We understand. Thank you for your time." They headed back towards the car.
"What do you think?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head.
"I think we need to go and talk to the local fuzz."

Quick flash back to show more about their relationship and I thought 'eh why not?' Please Rate and Review I would love to hear what you all think.
Wicked.