You took a good look around the day room at the station that
had been your home-base for several years now. This was your last
twenty-four-hour shift with the next county over from yours; after a relaxing
week off, you would start work with Ethan in your own county. Twelve hour
shifts were certainly still taxing, but you were looking forward to going home
every night, whether it was to your bed or Dean’s, and not spending the whole
of your first day off sleeping when the rotation came around.
Dean was excited, too. He tried not to mention it often, but
whenever you mentioned it, you could see the excitement bubble up in his eyes.
He had a surprise for you the week you were off – told you in no uncertain
terms that you were to not make any plans until he told you otherwise. You
still had no idea what the surprise was, but you weren’t about to prod it out
of him. Not after he seemed so proud about whatever it was that he had set up
After work, you went home to sleep for a few hours before
waking up and cleaning house and getting ready for Dean to come over for lunch.
If you weren’t working, you and Dean had made a habit out of spending Saturdays
together, even if it meant lazing around one house or the other together.
You pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose t-shirt
before pulling your hair into a messy bun. The weather was unseasonably warm,
so you turned off the heater and opened up the window in the kitchen.
Dean let himself in, yelling for you as he came in with a
couple of bags on his arm. “In the kitchen, babe?”
“Yeah, in here,” you called back, pouring each of you a glass
of lemonade. “What’re we making for lunch?”
He set the bags on the counter and grabbed your hand, twirling
you once before pulling you against his chest. He leaned close and smiled.
“Hey they, Sparky,” you greeted, going up on tiptoe to kiss
him. “Answer my question, please. I’m starving!”
Dean chuckled softly before leaning close to your ear.
“The kind I like?”
“Bacon ranch, with the shells.”
“Have I ever told you that your love of food makes me love you
more?” He kissed you once more before releasing you. “I also have one of those
Dutch apple pies from the freezer section that you love, so you should preheat
You eyed him suspiciously. “You got all my favorites – what’s
Dean shrugged as he pulled down different spices to prepare
the hamburgers. “Just wanted to bring my girl all her favorites.”
“Dean Winchester,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on. Out
Rolling his eyes at your impatience, Dean started work on the
hamburgers. “I kind of took a leap of faith and made plans for us on your week
You raised your brow and mentally guessed on lots of time
working on the TransAm. “Oh, you did?”
Dean nodded. “I know it’s starting to warm up here, but I’m
thinking we need to be somewhere even warmer. Lots of sun, the beach … you in a
“Oh, Sparky, what have done?”
He turned to you, lacing his fingers through yours, with a
proud smile on his face. “I booked us a trip to Florida for a few days. We can
get away, just the two of us. Enjoy the time off together. I’ll spoil the shit
out of you, too.”
“So romantic – well, except for the cursing part,” you
chuckled. “Count me in.”
“Really?” Dean grinned. “You’re not mad that I didn’t talk to
You shrugged, pulling away and going for a pot to boil the
pasta in. “I mean, I wouldn’t say that I’d enjoy you making it a habit or
anything, but this really is an amazing gesture, Dean. I’m excited. When do we
“Monday morning. And Y/N – I mean it when I say I’m going to
spoil you. So be prepared.”
Dean wasn’t kidding. He drove the two of you over to the
airport Monday morning, albeit a little too early for your liking. It was the
first Monday of Spring Break, and you figured the airport would have been
busier; when you mentioned it to Dean at the check-in counter, the employee
there told you that most of those flights had gone out the previous Thursday or
“Lucky us,” Dean smiled, taking his ticket from her before
dropping both of your bags at the luggage area.
An hour later, the two of you were airborne. You hated flying
– couldn’t believe how at ease Dean was with it, as though he were riding in a
car down the highway.
“I know you’re not crazy about heights, I don’t know how you
handle flying,” you sighed, white-knuckling the arm of your seat when the plane
hit a patch of turbulence.
Dean pried one of your hands from the seat and held it between
his own. “In another universe, I suppose.”
After a short lay-over in Atlanta and another bumpy plane
ride, you finally found yourself safe on the ground in Florida, Dean at your
side. You two picked up a rental car, checked into the hotel. You wanted
desperately to go to the beach – which was directly behind your hotel – but the
gray clouds overhead hindered that activity.
“I should have checked the forecast better,” Dean sighed,
dropping down to the bed.
“Nonsense,” you assured him, kicking off your shoes and
snuggling under the covers. “I’m sleepy from our flights. Let’s take a nap – we
can open that slider a bit and let in the ocean breeze. Unless the storm gets
crazy, it’ll be nice to hear the waves crashing and whatnot.”
Dean studied his phone a little more. “Forecast only calls for
“Perfect,” you smiled as he opened the heavier slider, leaving
the screened portion closed. “We can check out that balcony view later.”
“It’s pretty good.” Dean slid into bed next to you, pulling
you close. “Thank you for coming on this trip with me.”
“Thank you for a
vacation that’s already been wonderful,” you beamed back, kissing him sweetly
before drifting off to a peaceful nap.
When the two of you woke, clouds still threatened to drop more
rain on the land below, but it sure wasn’t going to keep you holed up in that
hotel room for long. You took a quick shower before letting Dean have the
bathroom to do the same. The dress you picked out to wear was a white spaghetti
strap number, with pretty wildflowers printed along the bottom of the skirt.
You left your hair down to fall into its natural waves, and slipped into some
red sandals. Just as you were finishing your light make-up, Dean emerged from
the bathroom, his hair perfectly tousled, and wearing a green polo that brought
out his eyes, and khaki shorts.
“Well, look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Let’s
do a little exploring before we find somewhere to eat dinner. What do you say?”
“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.
Thanks to a suggestion from the gentleman at the hotel’s front
counter, you and Dean followed directions to a small district towards the
middle of the city. There were street vendors, small shops, and plenty of
restaurants to choose from for supper. The two of you ducked in and out of
almost every store, took in the wares of most of the vendors, and finally
settled on a place to eat.
“This is excited, our first trip together,” you gushed while
the two of you waited for your food. “Seriously, Dean, you have no idea how
much this all means to me.”
“Anything for you,” Dean promised, running his thumb over the
back of your hand. It sent chills up and down your spine.
You bit your bottom lip, then pretended to look around at the
restaurant’s décor. In reality, you were trying to compose your thoughts.
Physically, your relationship with Dean had gotten more and more heated as time
went on – and not necessarily gradually, either. The temptation to sneak down
to the basement those few days you spent with Mary had been almost
overwhelming, but you held on to your respect for Dean and his family and
stayed put. The last few days, however, every touch that held even a hint of
intimacy had your stomach full of butterflies, and the rest of your body aching
It wasn’t that you wanted to jump right to that. You were just
so in love with this man, and the
deeper in love you fell, the more you had the urge to share that intimacy with
“I think I lost you,” Dean chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Come
back to me, Y/N.”
You giggled, but then let your eyes meet his in a coy gaze. “I
could never leave you, Dean. You’re it for me.”
“Likewise,” he half-smiled across the table. His eyes
reflected the lighting of the restaurant, but you knew the look he gave you was
more than just mood-lighting – it was Dean feeling exactly the same as what you
You were nervous the rest of supper, but tried not to let it
show. When the meal was done, Dean walked with you back to where the rental was
parked. He kept his fingers laced with yours, and kept his body as close to you
as he could without interrupting your steps. In the car, he kissed the back of
thought to yourself. Is this going to
happen now? There was the look – damn. Why am I so nervous?
he’s the one, your heart reminded you.
And you knew it was true. Everything had to be perfect, because your love with Dean was perfect. You
almost felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.
A few fat raindrops hit the windshield as Dean directed the
car towards the hotel; by the time the car was parked in the lot, it was a
straight downpour of the same fat raindrops. You bit your lip and looked up at
“I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon, Sparky,” you
“I think you’re right,” Dean agreed, turning off the ignition
and leaning back in his seat. “Do we wait here a bit, or head inside?”
You pretended to think for a moment before breaking out in a
grin. “Race you up to the room! Loser buys breakfast!”
You heard Dean yell after you, but all you could do was laugh
as you ran, soaking wet, into the hotel and over to the elevators that would
take you up to your floor. You couldn’t help but laugh a little more when the
elevator doors closed just before Dean could make it.
The air inside the hotel was cold; you shivered and hugged
yourself. You couldn’t wait to get out of that wet dress and into some dry,
warm pajamas. The elevator dinged, signaling your floor. You walked at a normal
pace to the door of the room you were sharing with Dean – and realized he had
the key to the room.
“Damn it, you still beat me,” you heard from down the hall.
You grinned looking over to see Dean coming from the stairway entry to the
“Yeah, but you have the key, so I’m not sure what I really got
out of winning – oh yeah, except for breakfast,” you giggled.
Dean chuckled as he pushed the hotel door open, allowing you
to go in first while he made sure the door was locked behind the two of you.
“I never would have thought you had speed like that,” Dean
“I have talents you know nothing about, Winchester.”
You hadn’t mean for the statement to imply anything, but as
you stepped closer to him, the implication was confirmed by the look in your
Dean looked back at you with the same implication in his gaze.
His hands traveled up to your wet cheeks; he cupped your face and kissed you
softly. Softly, but with a definite purpose.
“I love you, Y/N. Always.”
“I love you always. Promise.”
The kiss deepened as your tongues battled for control, and
Dean’s warm hands went for the zipper on the back of your dress.
Like Pre-K registration and backlogged progress notes and batch cooking and cleaning and laundry and re-potting dying plants and filling out new patient forms and blah blah blah.
But holy shit my head might explode if I don’t get it all out.
I’m basically hemorrhaging again. I forgot (and am so fucking mad at myself) that my doctor told me to skip the sugar pill week. So I’m bleeding for NO REASON. I just realized while writing this that I should probably start my next pack tonight instead of on Sunday. See, I need to write (or talk) to process things. And it’s pretty hard to carry on a conversation with a rambunctious 4 year old who is pretty much offended when I try to do something that doesn’t involve her. This girl (and this mama) need Pre-K. Anyway. I’m not worried about blood loss (since apparently you can lose A LOT of blood before it becomes an issue), it’s just not super fun to parent while feeling so completely physically drained.
Monday. Kids had a visit. After visit behaviors like woah. I met baby brother and fell in love. CPS caseworker talks about trying to find a home that will take all 3 and my heart breaks a little.
Tuesday. Talk to agency, they are confused and PISSED. They call the CPS caseworker, her supervisor, and GAL. Everyone is (somehow) on the same page, kids should stay put, baby brother and Elliot have too many needs to be placed together, they’ve never lived together anyway, blah blah blah. Okay. Whatever.
Wednesday. Today. Scheduling madness. Find a Pre-K across town that will take Audrey. Find a doctor that accepts new patients and Medicaid that isn’t one of the several that I hate. Speech eval scheduled. I don’t know if Elliot will qualify but if he does I get to see Brad again.
I guess pre-trial is in two weeks and they’re going to make sure the judge is on board with the siblings being separated. If he/she is, then we’re gonna book tickets for FL for Christmas. It seems pretty exciting to take big kids on a plane. I’ve always wanted to do that. And it would be their first time going to a beach too which is also pretty exciting. I love firsts.