A/N: Hello my dear readers and welcome back to another Storm story set at Christmas. It's 2 chapters and I will post the next one tomorrow for Christmas. I hope you enjoy this humorous, joyful, heartwarming story and look for more in the future; at least one anyway. I hope everyone has a nice holiday. I do like to know your thoughts, please review/comment. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Storm stood in front of a small Christmas tree placing the remaining few ornaments on the branches. Two arms snaked around her waist and pulled her back into a hard, muscular body.

"You better be careful mister, my husband is a jealous man, and he won't take kindly to you manhandling what is his," Storm teased in a smirky voice.

"I think I can handle him," the male voice mumbled into her ear. He nuzzled her neck and made her giggle.

"Stop that, it tickles," Storm laughed as the short beard on his face scratched at her neck. She turned in his arms and looked up into gorgeous green eyes.

"Hello there," Dean smiled as he looked down into his wife's face.

"I wasn't expecting you until later tonight."

"Sammy and me got through early and couldn't wait to get to our women," Dean shrugged. He leaned toward her and captured her moist lips with his own, kissing her passionately.

"I've waited three weeks for that," Storm sighed happily as she wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and stood on her tiptoes. She returned the kiss and played with his hair. "Did Sam head for Bree's?"

"Yeah, he took the Impala with the threat of a beating if he as much got a scratch on her."

"How's he doing?" she asked. "Last I talked to him he sounded…Not himself. Are you two at odds again?"

"Awe, the last couple of hunts made him start thinking about what we do and if we're overzealous to kill first and ask questions later. Things aren't as black and white as he thought. Sometimes, I think he overthinks things, but I have to admit, I'm kind of with him on this one."

"Well, I hope Bree can put him in a good mood before Christmas. I want us to have a wonder day and be happy with what we have been blessed with."

"I'm sure she can get his mind off things," Dean snickered arching his eyebrows at her and giving her a lustful look.

"Oh, you're so bad," Storm accused him with a light slap on the chest.

"I also think Sammy has other things on his mind too."

"And what could that be?"

"I think he's going to pop the question," Dean grinned.

"Really?" Storm squealed in delight making Dean cringe.

"Take it down an octave Babe. I wanna be able to hear again."

"That is wonderful! I was wondering when he'd do it. I'm so happy for them."

"Yeah, it's about time. He couldn't have found a better woman."

"Who found her?"

"You playing at matchmaking dear."

"Well, what do you think?" she asked turning Dean toward the tree to look at it.

"Let's see," Dean hummed as he cocked his head to study the decorated tree. "I have no complaints Babe. I see you have the Impala right here in the front."

"Of course, Baby deserves a spot of honor. She had aided in keeping you safe and bringing you back to me."

"My two loves, what man could ask for more."

"I've stocked the fridge and have everything for our Christmas lunch on Saturday. I've closed the bar from Christmas Eve through the weekend giving us a four-day holiday."

"And I plan on making the most of it." Dean pulled her toward the bedroom smirking at her. He was already aroused and couldn't wait to get her in bed. They had been separated for two weeks this time and he missed her sexy body and waking up next to her warm body each morning.

"That sounds promising. I hope you're up to the challenge."

"Have I ever disappointed you?"

"Let me see…" Storm giggled and cried out when Dean swept her up in his arms bridal style. He carried her into the bedroom and pushed the door closed with his foot before depositing her on the bed. He stretched his body over hers, holding his weight off her with his bent arms.

"Now, let's see what I've been missing…" Dean mumbled kissing his way across her jaw line to her lips and tenderly kissing her.

Storm arched her body upward toward Dean and moaned with desire as she unbuttoned his shirt so he could take it off. She ran her hands under his T-shirt and over his bare skin making him tremble. Clothes were shed and they began to explore each other's bodies like it was the first time.

Dean pulled Storm's sweaty body into his side and hummed his contentment.

"You're even more beautiful than that stormy night we first met. I don't know how you do it, but you make each time I come back feel as good as the first time we made love."

"Only for you my love. I've gotta keep it spicey, so you'll stay interested," Storm cooed to him. "Now that you've taken care of this little itch, are you hungry, because I am starved."

"Did you work up an appetite?" Dean teased lovingly.

"I need nourishment to work my shift tonight." Storm kissed him on the nose before trying to slip from the bed.

"Don't go yet," he begged catching her hand. "I'll fix you something to eat so you can get ready. And if you're really nice to me, I'll lend you a hand in the bar tonight and tomorrow night."

"How could I turn that down," Storm sighed pulling the sheet over their bodies to ward off the chill in the room. "But only for a bit. You'll be subbing for Norm since he won't be here because he's gone to visit family."

"Deal then," Dean preened kissing her forehead.

They cuddled together for nearly an hour before Storm insisted she needed to get up and shower. Dean pouted but got up too jumping in the shower for a quick rinse off so he could keep his deal and fix her some food. It was two days before Christmas Eve and the bar would be closed for the holiday.

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The aroma of food cooking made Storm's mouth water as she made her way into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw the table set and food being put on the table.

"Your meal awaits my lady," Dean said in a British voice as he bowed to her and then pulled a chair out for her to sit down.

"Why thank you my lord," Storm replied taking a seat. "Smells good."

"Do you want a beer?"

"No, hot tea would be nice."

"I have the water hot. Go ahead and start eating; I'll fix you a cup." Dean got up and fixed a cup of tea for her before returning to the table.

"You did good husband," Storm told him in between bites.

"I aim to please in more way than one wife."

"That you do."

They finished their meal and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Dean wiped the counters and table and got ready to go down with Storm to the bar. He knew her routine and didn't have to be told what to do. He didn't mind working in the bar when he was home. He usually cleared the tables and made sure any drunk patrons didn't get out of hand. He was also able to watch for any unwanted advancements toward his wife, though he knew she could handle herself, he still would intervene.

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Dean was clearing a table when he felt someone patting his bottom and turned to see an inebriated woman leering at him. She leaned closer pushing her boobs out and giving him a good view of her cleavage.

"Well, hello there, tall, dark, and gorgeous," she slurred batting her eyes at him.

"Hello and goodbye," Dean told her pulling her hand off his hip. "Sorry sweetheart, I'm taken, and she won't share."

"Your loss," she pouted trying to lean on her hand and almost fell from her chair.

"That woman over there is cut off," Dean told Storm as he nodded her way.

"Really? Is she hitting on you?"

"I feel dirty," Dean frowned washing his hands like he was trying to rid himself of the woman's touch.

"It's your fault."

"Why is that?"

"You give off such a manly vibe and scent that women can't resist you."

Dean turned to look at Storm for a moment with a perplexed look on his face and sniffed himself, making her burst out laughing.

"Screw you," he snipped at her and went to dump the tub in the back.

Storm wiped her eyes and she continued to snicker at her husband. She moved down the bar filling orders and taking money. The bar wasn't as full as usual due to the holidays, but those that were there were over celebrating and making a fool out of themselves by singing Christmas carols, dancing, or at least trying to dance, and toasting the season.

"Shoot me if I ever get that drunk and act like an idiot," Dean told Storm several hours later as he got the last of the patrons out the door and made sure they were not driving.

"I don't know. You might look cute with a red bow around your neck," Storm surmised. "Of course, it wouldn't work unless you were naked."

"Get your mind out of the gutter woman!" Dean scoffed.

"I've been around you too long," she smirked back at him. "Will you be a love and do the bathrooms?"

"You're going to owe me for this," Dean stated before going to get the cleaning supplies. He headed into the men's bathroom first and began to clean.

Storm started sitting the chairs on the tables and began to sweep the floor and pick up any missed trash. She wiped down the wooden bar top until it shined and looked at Dean when he walked from the women's bathroom.

"Damn! Women are messier than men," he told her. "You owe me big time."

"I think I can come up with something to repay you," Storm said. "I am making three kinds of pies for Christmas."

"Did I tell you how much I love you?" he asked her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. He found her lips and gently kissed her before butting foreheads. He couldn't love her any more than he did right now. When Storm had agreed to marry him, it made him the happiest man alive. He didn't know what he did to deserve a woman like Storm and felt so blessed.