Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 38 - Questions and Answers

Maggie's POV

When I woke in the morning Dean was holding me tight and giving me little kisses on my hair. So I knew he was awake. I turned my face up to be kissed, which he did electrifyingly. Then he went back to just holding onto me, and nuzzling my hair. "Maggie?" he asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Do I… am I… I mean, are you… Do I satisfy you enough? I mean, you know, sexually? I mean, am I creative enough for you?"

"Now what in the world would make you ask that question?" I asked him with amusement.

"Well, I… kind of… overheard… you and Katie yesterday, you know, when she was telling you about what Sammy did, not that I ever wanted to know that much about my brother, but, well, it did make me wonder."

"Ah," I said noncommittally.

"Soooo, um, am I? And, I want the truth, Maggie, not just something you think I want to hear, okay?"

I really had to smile. But at the same time, how does one answer that question really?

"You're not answering."

"I'm thinking," I said. "Dean, that's a question no woman can ever really answer completely. She'll be wrong no matter what she says."

"I promise you won't be wrong. It's just that it's not something I ever thought about before, you know? It's not something I ever really cared about before. And I really do want to know."

Because I realized he was being completely sincere in his question, I tried my best to be both truthful and uplifting, which believe me, is a delicate balance where men's egos are concerned.

"Baby," I said lovingly, as I looked directly in his eyes so he could see I was being sincere. "If you're asking if you are man enough for me, hell yeah! You do satisfy me, totally and completely, okay? I've never been left wanting. Ever!" I licked my lips because they were getting dry. "But there isn't a woman alive, if she's telling the truth, who doesn't crave more romance and creativity in their sex lives. It's just in our nature. It's part of what makes us women, I guess. But please believe me when I say that you, exactly as you are, are more than enough man for me, okay?"

"Hm," he said, still nuzzling my hair. "But still, you'd like more of the romance, right? I mean, if I knew what the hell that was?"

"Dean, come on. Don't worry about it, okay? I love you, you're my soul mate, remember? I love the way you touch me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you look at me, and I totally love your raw passion, okay?" I touched his cheek and looked into his eyes searchingly. "Baby, okay?"

"Raw passion, did you say? You love my raw passion? Well then, let me just show you some of that raw passion."

And he did!

Katie's POV

We were awake for a while just snuggling together and for the thousandth time I wondered the same thing, and I finally got up the courage to ask him. "Sammy?"

"Hmm," he said, nuzzling my neck."

"Don't be mad, okay? But I really have to ask you something."

"Okay," he said between nuzzles. "I won't be mad."

I took in a breath and let it out. "Okay," I said. "I totally get why you're my soul mate. But I still can't fathom why I should be yours." There, I said it, I thought to myself. "And please don't say it's because I'm so beautiful, because I just won't buy that."

"And you shouldn't," he said. "I mean you ARE beautiful, but that's not why you're my soul mate, or why I love you. I mean, that would be pretty damn shallow of me, don't you think?"