A/N: This is not canon-compliant and is from my own half-awake, coffee required, early morning fantasies. That and Dean and Jane seriously needed a break and some one on one time. Sorry for the delay, I'm winding up my bachelor's degree -two weeks left, yea! So hopefully without that as a distraction I'll be able to write more, at least until July, then I'll be hella busy. So... enjoy!
Jane had woken up in the backseat of the Impala, something she was becoming reluctantly okay with. Still not the most comfortable spot, but… better than under a bridge or some cockroach infested motel. She held her hands over her face as she sat up, having cracked one eye long enough to know it was very bright outside.
"Come on sweetheart, get up, and get the hell out of my car."
"I'll kill you, Dean." She muttered, not amused with how bright and cheery he sounded.
"There's coffee…"
She uncovered her face and peered out the window at him, taking in his amused grin and scowled, but accepted the travel mug –he had found a gas station apparently- he passed her, inhaling. "Mmm… good husband. Now where's my eggs and bacon?"
"Get up and we can drive into town, you can have that spicy sausage and potatoes dish you liked."
Jane had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and cocked her head to the side, sipping the coffee. Sighing, she reluctantly got out of the car, setting her mug on the top of the Impala and stretched, beginning to look around. It took her several long moments before she realized why she was having Deja vous and finally looked at Dean, who was still grinning. "Are we… really?"
He began laughing, sounding like a kid at Christmas. "I said we were getting away, baby. No place better than where we uh…"
"Married?"
"Well, yeah, but we had a great time, didn't we?"
"Yeah, we did."
"It's like…" Dean looked a bit awkward now, but didn't look away from her. "Like a honeymoon, or something. I thought it would be nice."
He had given this some thought and Jane felt guilty for feeling so surprised, it was pleasantly surprised, but surprised. Dean was not usually given to being overly romantic, it just wasn't his style and she had accepted that. She didn't know what to say, without embarrassing them both or making them both uncomfortable, so she just dropped a kiss on his cheek and tried not to grin too much.
They had checked in at the inn they had been in ten years ago, only it was bigger now. Still owned by the same family, but it had been updated a bit. The people remembered them, which was weird, but… Jane also figured it wasn't every day you had a ghost hunter come to town, that would be something worth remembering. The married couple they had stood in for as bridesmaid and groomsmen, they were divorced. Jane figured the seven year gap from marriage to finding out about it was key to making it past the ten year mark.
"What'd she say?" Dean asked as the desk clerk, the same older woman from before, only… older, and with some serious grays going on. He had never bothered to brush up on the foreign languages, but he figured Jane was probably still able to translate the basics.
"She said our room is available." Jane said after a moment, busy with registering. "She also says you have grown into a very handsome man." What she had also said was that she had been rather surprised to see them, together.
"Really?" He perked up. 'Their' room had been her room; he had just helped her break it in, quite vigorously if he remembered rightly.
Jane was slowly turning red, correctly interpreting the look in his eyes. "Pay the woman."
"Yes, ma'am."
She was going to kill him.
This was what life should've been like, Dean mused, much later in the day. They had checked in, gotten breakfast, unpacked, napped, and then he had informed her that they weren't too far from a beautiful beach. A rather empty, beautiful beach, he was very thankful for that because Jane hadn't brought a swimsuit, so she had stripped down to her blue lacy bra and matching panties. He liked ogling his wife, he didn't like the idea of other men doing it. "Sweetheart… you should've worn white."
Jane snorted from her towel, busy working on not getting a tan. She liked the warmth of the sunshine, but the burning factor sucked, so sunscreen was a must. "You're such a guy." She turned her head to study him, smiling. He had hacked off a pair of his older, more worn jeans, and she was very pleased with how he looked in them, especially with the lack of a shirt. Dean did not work out regularly, not like Sam, so she had no idea how he maintained his mouth watering body. Outside of lusty sex and hunting of course, if those counted as exercise… he was definitely meeting the quota.
"Let's go swimming, I want to see you get wet." He was on his feet, trying to keep a straight face.
Groaning playfully, Jane allowed him to drag her up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. A slow smirk spread across her lips as she felt his body responding, his eyes fastened on the cleavage she was displaying. "For your sake, I hope that water is really cold."
"Evil tease…" He murmured, voice lowering to a husky pitch. "We might skip the swim…"
"Oh no, Winchester…" Jane laughed, wriggling to get away from him now, even as his arms tightened around her. "It doesn't work like that."
"Jane…"
She stopped wiggling, taking note of the command in his tone.
"We're skipping the swim. I'm going to lay you down right here and…"
Her gray eyes widened as he whispered everything he was about to do.
They skipped the swim.
"I have sand… in places there shouldn't be sand…"
"So worth it." Dean teased, following Jane inside and closed the door to their room behind him. She also had some slightly red and raised spots on her knees and elbows from where he had bent her over in the sand. "I'll help you wash up…"
Jane shot him a look over her shoulder, busy peeling off her wet lingerie. "You're the one who got me messy… how does that work?"
"Hot shower, some soap on that spongy thing of yours… or maybe I'll just use my hands…"
He was insatiable and Jane was having issues with her legs trembling as he approached her, a very predatory gleam in his hazel green eyes. "Maybe?"
"I already used my tongue."
Thank God there was no sand there when he had done that… but he was right, it had definitely been worth it.
