She was nervous to try again and Dean couldn't blame her. Losing that baby had been hell for both of them. But the doctors assured them it was good to try again. Healthy. Safe. Normal.
It felt like betrayal.
But they were in the bunker now, with their own space, their own room. It'd be better this time, Dean told himself. Easier.
It was mid afternoon. Sam was out getting groceries. Dean put a sock over his locked door handle just in case.
He put on an old jazz record he'd found somewhere in the library and turned off all the lights but his bedside lamp.
"Undress for me," Dean instructed, undoing his pants but remaining otherwise clothed, sitting back on the couch.
"Yes sir," Sophie murmured, he could see her cheeks coloring even in the dim light. She pulled off her flannel then her t shirt, unfastened her skirt, tried to be graceful as she took off her tights.
"Stop," Dean told her, "Come here. Kneel in my lap."
Sophie giggled and complied, kneeling on the couch, forehead pressed against his.
"I'll take care of these," Dean said, as he reached up to unfasten her bra, kissing her softly, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties.
He pulled her close and kissed her again and again until she got that glazed look in her eyes and her body went soft against him. Then he took her into his arms, got her positioned how he wanted on the bed, and discarded his own clothes.
Every time it surprised him how fantastic she felt. He would have thought, before Sophie, that he'd get bored sleeping with the same woman for that many years. He would have been terribly, indescribably wrong.
But then, suddenly, Sophie's joints went slack and she collapsed with her face pressed into the mattress, right arm twitching erratically from the elbow down.
"Shit," Dean swore, stepping back and praying this didn't turn into a grand mal seizure. Thankfully, after not more than fifteen seconds, she stilled and her eyelids fluttered open. Dean knelt by the side of the bed, stroking her hair and whispering reassurances.
"Did I just have a seizure during sex?" Sophie asked blearily.
"Yeah," Dean admitted.
She clumsily shifted onto her back and fixed her gaze on the ceiling.
"I'm sorry," her voice sounded fragile, like she was about to cry.
"You're alright," Dean said, "It's alright. I'm not mad. There's always tomorrow to try again, okay?"
He climbed into bed next to her and held her close. He felt tears on his bare chest.
"Come on," he said when she'd settled, "We're both all sweaty, let's go take a shower together and we'll get you some cocoa. Alright?"
"The doctor said that the polyphenols in cocoa powder can improve fertility," Sophie mumbled as Dean helped her to her feet. She was shaky on her legs like a newborn deer, an after effect of both the seizure and the intercourse.
He grabbed her nightgown and slipped it over her head.
"I love you," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I love you too," Sophie said, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips.