New Beginnings

Honeymoon

From Maggie's POV:

Sam, Dean and I were running through the forest at night, away from a fanged creature with glowing red eyes. Sam and Dean were ahead of me, and we had almost reached the Impala.

"Come on, Maggie, we're almost there," yelled Dean over his shoulder.

At that moment, my foot got caught on a dead tree root in my path, causing me to trip on it and go crashing to the ground. I tried to get up, but my ankle was twisted and there was no way I was going to be able to run.

For some reason, the creature ignored me and continued on the path after Sam and Dean. I tried to pull myself up to where I could limp the rest of the way, but it was no use. Sam and Dean turned to fight the creature with anything they had.

Bullets had no effect, so Dean picked up a thick tree branch and swung it like a baseball bat. He connected a couple of times with its arm and head, but the blows didn't seem to slow it down. Finally, Sam grabbed his machete out of his gear and moved to stab it in the neck, but the creature grabbed Sam and started to consume Sam's soul as it was drawn out of his mouth. When it was done feeding, Sam fell to the ground like a rag doll, no longer moving.

I sat straight up in bed, breath coming in short bursts. Cold sweat broke out over my forehead. Dean laid a hand on my arm, which startled me. "Sweetheart? Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his eyes.

"I don't know, Dean," I answered, then explained what I'd seen. "I wouldn't even know what to call that thing. It's unlike anything I've ever read about in the library, but maybe there's something about in your dad's journal or Bobby's papers."

"Shhh, it's okay now. I've got you," he soothed. Dean pulled me back down onto the bed and into his arms. He curled his left arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Let's try and get back to sleep, hmm?" Dean said as he held me tightly against his side. "I love you, Maggie."

"Good night, Dean. I love you too," I murmured, already feeling drowsy.

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I looked over at the alarm clock, whose big red numbers showed 8:13 a.m. I reached over to Dean's side of the bed, but it was empty. I wandered into the kitchen and found Dean making French Toast. I could smell the cinnamon and a hint of vanilla all the way into the kitchen.

I came up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I snaked my hands up his chest, leaned my head against his back and said, "Good morning, my love."

Dean put down the spatula for a minute and turned around to face me. He cupped my cheek and pulled me in for a long "good morning" kiss. "Mmmm. Best way to start the morning," he said.

Sam found his way into the kitchen just in time to see the kiss. "Get a room, you two," he joked.

"Good morning, Sam," I said as I placed his coffee mug in front of him.

Dean brought over a steaming tower of French Toast slices and placed them on the table, along with the syrup. I grabbed the platter of bacon and breakfast was served.

"So, what's next on the agenda?" I asked.

"Nothing much on the radar at the moment. So, you two should take a break from hunting. I mean, you just got married, for crying out loud," said Sam.

"I don't really think we are the 'beachfront honeymoon' type of couple, Sam," I said. "Although, now that you mention it, Donna said she has a cabin, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It's not too rustic, so it has electricity and running water, TV, DVD. She did say that it's not in use at the moment....hmmm."

I got my phone out and texted Donna, who was back home after being one of my bridesmaids in the wedding. I walked over to Dean, and told him that Donna had given us her blessing for the use of her cabin. "Well, hell! Let's get packed, then, sweetheart. Sam, you can hold down the fort while we're gone, right?" Dean asked.

"Oh, yeah, no problem, you two have a great time," Sam assured us.

I got out my bag and started packing for our honeymoon in "Middle of Nowhere, USA". I made sure to throw in a deck of cards. Never know when we'll want to play "Truth or Dare Go-Fish" again. I thought, with a wicked smile. I also grabbed a few movies from the shelf and shoved them in my bag.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over me. After my shower, I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash, bringing both with me to pack them in my bag. When I came out of the bathroom, who should be waiting, but my husband. He looked like a jungle cat ready to pounce. "Hey, baby," he said in a sexy voice.

"Hey yourself, sexy," I countered. Dean was on his knees on the bed, motioning for me to come over to him. I walked slowly towards him, drawing out the moment as long as possible.

As soon as I was within reach, he took my hand and kissed it. Then, slowly he made his way up my arm to my shoulder. "Mmmmm, Maggie, you smell fantastic....Is it that peach vanilla body wash you asked me to get for you last week?" he asked.

I nodded. "You have got to bring that along with us, it's driving me wild," said Dean as he nibbled at my neck. When he reached my earlobe, I was a goner. I guess we'll just leave for Donna's cabin a little later than originally planned, I thought.

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We threw our gear in the back of the Impala, waved goodbye to Sam and we were on our way. The radio was cranked up and we were singing to all of the songs on Dean's cassette tapes. After a while, I started feeling drowsy, so I put my head on Dean's shoulder and slept as he drove. He had his arm around me, which made me feel safe and protected.

Before we got to Donna's cabin, we stopped to pick up some groceries and other supplies we thought we might need while we were up there. It was a cozy one-room cabin, with an open floor plan with kitchen, living room and bedroom. I busied myself putting away the groceries while Dean brought in our gear.

When I was finished, I came over to where Dean was sitting on the bed. "Hey, beautiful," he said softly. "Have I told you today that I love you?" he asked.

I pretended to think for a moment, then said, "Told me? No, not yet today, but you have shown me," I said with a mischevious grin. "I love you, Dean Winchester."

"And I love you, Maggie Winchester," Dean added.

Over the next week, we went hiking in the woods, swimming at the lake, and even had a picnic in this magnificent clearing we found when we were hiking. This is just what we needed, I thought, after fighting off demons at Ruthie's bar, and all the stress involved in planning the wedding. We even managed to play a rather naughty game or two of "Truth or Dare Go-Fish".

Our last night in the cabin was beef stew for dinner, then a movie. Dean and I relaxed on the couch, with him leaned up against me, his back to my chest. My arm was draped around him, and we held hands with our fingers intertwined. I pressed my lips against his temple and murmured, "Love you, Baby." He turned to look into my hazel eyes and whispered, "Love you, too, sweetheart."

In the morning, we packed up our gear to head home. I locked the door and replaced the key as Donna had instructed. I took one last look at what had been our sanctuary for the past week and smiled. Then I walked out to where Dean was leaning against the Impala.

"What was that for? That last smile?" Dean asked.

I put my arms around his neck. "I don't know, I'm just....happy, that's all," I answered. "These past few days alone with you have been the best days I've had in a long time." I pulled him closer for a kiss, and said, "Let's go home."

"I know what you mean, baby, these have been some of the happiest days I've had in a while, too," he said. "But you're right, time to head for home." With that, we got into the car and headed back to the bunker.