HOME (part 2) chapters 83 - 86
83.
May 2, 2020
"Happy Birthday, Sammy," said Dean.
Sam was helping Dean clear the dishes from the table. Sam smiled. "That dinner was awesome," he praised Dean. Lisa, Ben, and Walker had disappeared to another part of the bunker, making Sam a bit suspicious about what they were up to.
"Maybe if you're a damn rabbit," Dean teased him. It was the one day of the year when Dean lowered himself to fixing salad and side dishes that included more vegetables than cheese.
"Were we eating the same dinner?" Sam asked, "Really, it was amazing." And it had been. Dean's slow-smoked chicken, green salad, homemade bread, and several vegetable-based casseroles had left Sam feeling completely satisfied. On top of that, Walker's bakery training resulted in the most amazing dark chocolate cake Sam had ever tasted. He was glad there was a piece of it left. If Dean didn't get to it first, he hoped to share it with Walker later. He could already picture her soft, full lips closing around his finger, licking the icing off...Sam silently vowed to clear the table as quickly as possible.
As they carried plates to the kitchen, Sam heard Dean say as he followed behind him, "So...37...Jesus Christ, you're almost 40."
"And how did 40 feel for you LAST YEAR?" Sam teased Dean.
"Shut up," responded Dean, but he chuckled. "No, seriously, there's something I think you should have," Dean said as he set the dishes down on the kitchen counter.
"I thought I said no presents this year," Sam said suspiciously.
"C'mon, Sammy," Dean almost pleaded, "there's something I want to give you."
"Um, okay," said Sam cautiously. He was half expecting some kind of prank from Dean. "It's not more homemade underwear, is it?"
Dean laughed, "No, but you have to admit, that was a good one....the look on your face..." Dean trailed off, chuckling, remembering Christmas two years ago.
Sam smiled at the memory himself. It was pretty amazing that there were so many memories from the past couple of years that made him smile.
"Let's go," said Dean suddenly.
"But, the dishes..." Sam protested.
"Leave 'em," Dean responded. "To hell with 'em. Let's go."
"Go where?" asked Sam, but Dean was already halfway down the hall and Sam had to jog to catch up.
They got out to the garage. Everything looked the same. Sam looked at Dean questioningly. Dean was smiling really big now, like he couldn't wait. Like HE was the one getting the present. Dean reached around behind a small shelving unit and hit some kind of lever. A large section of the floor at the far end of the garage started to lower.
Sam looked at Dean in surprise, "What the fuck? There's a room UNDER the garage?" Sam asked in amazement. "We've lived here all these years and I never knew that?!"
"Yup," said Dean who now appeared to be almost bursting with pride "Told you this place was the fuckin' bat cave". There was a faint, far-away rumble and then silence except for a barely-audible voice yelling, "Okay!"
"Thanks!" Dean yelled back at the unseen voice.
"Was that Ben?" asked Sam. Ben had insisted on coming home from college for Sam's birthday.
"Yeah; he's helping me out," replied Dean and threw the switch the other way to raise the floor back to ground level. "Okay, now, close your eyes and keep 'em closed."
Sam sighed, not really trusting that Dean wouldn't do something to him while he had his eyes closed, but he did as Dean asked.
Slowly, a car appeared, though Sam couldn't see it yet. A classic beauty. It was both sleek and curvy. Beautiful and menacing.
Sam heard something jingling behind him. "No peeking," admonished Dean. "Now put out your hand."
"You do know this is my 37th birthday, right? Not my 9th?" Sam groused.
"Shut up and put out your hand," Dean repeated.
Sam held out his hand and felt a couple pieces of jangling metal fall into it.
"Okay, open your eyes," Dean said as he stood behind Sam.
Sam looked down. Keys. That much he had guessed. But keys to...holy shit. Sam looked to the far end of the garage. "Fuck, Dean, you got me a CAR?!"
Dean beamed. "Well, I didn't so much get it as build it."
Sam turned to Dean dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say. They had never gotten each other anything this big.
"You're 37," Dean teased, "It's about time you had your own set of wheels."
Dean just about had the breath squeezed out of him by Sam’s intense hug. Sam had never been big on material possessions. And Dean was the one who had the love of all things automotive. To Sam, cars were usually simply a way to get from one place to another. They never fit him right. Mostly they irritated him. But Jesus, Dean BUILT this for him.
"You like it then?" Dean asked when he could get a breath of air into his lungs. When Sam didn't say anything Dean continued talking close to Sam's ear. Sam was still hugging him. "Look, I know you never fit in anything because you're a giant freak of nature, so I found something that’ll work, and I modified it a bit, and it's a car that you might actually get laid in once in awhile instead of some SUV piece of crap which is probably the only other thing that would ever fit you. But I can't have my brother driving something he can't get laid in."
Sam reluctantly loosened his hold on Dean. "Oh my God, when did you even have time..." he asked, trailing off in disbelief.
"I've been working on it for about 3 years," Dean admitted. "I grab some time here and there...ever since I figured out there was a second garage below this one."
"I wanna know everything you did to this car," Sam said with awe, knowing Dean was practically dying to tell him.
Dean's smile was huge. He put his arm around Sam's shoulders and said, "Come on, I'll show you."
They walked down to the car. It was even more amazing up close. Midnight blue; almost black. Gleaming like it just rolled out of the showroom. Just enough chrome, but not too much. Dean knew Sam wasn't much for bling.
"Whatcha got here Sammy is a '71 Boat Tail Buick Riviera GS. I found the body when I was picking up a part for my baby in a salvage yard and it's such a huge land yacht, I just thought there's no way your sasquatch legs wouldn't fit in here. C'mon; get in.” Dean held the door open. "See how it feels."
Sam slid in. He couldn't remember a time that he didn't have to fold up his legs when getting into a car.
It fit like a glove.
He could put his legs out straight and the steering wheel wasn't too far away from him. Sam could hear Dean continuing with the tour...souped-up engine, it'll do 140 no problem, Charlie helped him wire it for hands-free phone and Sam could play whatever crap music he wanted just by sending it to the stereo from his tablet, even though Dean had no idea in hell how to do that because all a car really needs is a tape deck, but if Sam wanted to be all new-agey he'd have to get help from Charlie...
Sam looked up at Dean. Dean was taken aback by how serious he looked. "What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, "Something wrong?"
"No, Dean, it's amazing. I just can't believe you did this for me. And the seats..." Sam trailed off.
Dean didn't know if Sam would notice but his heart twisted in his chest that he did. "Yeah, I figured your ass was so used to the bench seats in the Impala, it probably wouldn't know how to sit on anything else, so I put 'em in...same ones that go in a '67 Impala. Plus they're great for gettin' some action and now that you have a girl, well..." Dean winked at Sam.
"Get in," said Sam suddenly. "Hit the door."
Dean didn't have to be asked twice. He pulled the lever to open the overhead garage door and slid into the passenger seat. They smiled awkwardly at each other at the weird role-reversal.
Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, "Let's see what she can do," he said as he floored it and they roared out of the garage. Dean let out a whoop.
It was an awesome birthday. Sam never thought he even cared about having a car. But this car was a little piece of Dean, and Sam cared about having that. A lot.
Plus, it was an incredibly sweet ride.
84.
August 20, 2020
Sam and Ben went with Dean and Lisa down to the courthouse. (They wanted to get it done before Ben went back to college in a few days.) Dean had just wanted to have Cas do a ceremony. Who better than an angel of the Lord to join two people together? But Sam convinced Dean that he owed it to Lisa to do it right and do it legal. This actually might be one of the few officially legal things Dean had ever done. Dean groused about the paperwork, but it wasn't that bad and he knew Sam was right.
Sam and Ben signed as witnesses and slid the paper over to Dean. Dean was trying to find the right line he was supposed to sign when something caught his eye.
"Witness #2: Ben Winchester"
Dean blinked. He looked up at Ben who had a slight smile. "Sam?" asked Dean, still looking at Ben.
"Yeah?" responded Sam absentmindedly.
"This has to be legal names, right?" he questioned.
"Of course, you idiot," said Sam, "so don't even think about signing 'Robert Plant'."
Dean slid the paper back over to Ben. "You heard the man," said Dean.
"That is my legal name," said Ben, smirking slightly. "I changed it a week ago. Mom and I had a talk," he said, sharing a knowing glance with Lisa. "It was my decision. I wanted to do it on my own."
Dean spontaneously broke out into a huge smile.
"I know this is a completely fucked-up family," said Ben, still smiling, "but it's my family."
Dean rubbed his hand over his face from his forehead to his chin. He really hoped Ben couldn't see that he was barely holding his emotions back.
Ben saw. He nodded back at Dean in unspoken understanding.
Lisa reached out and grabbed Dean's hand on one side and Sam's on the other, giving both a squeeze. Sam looked at her, slightly caught off guard. She smiled at Sam. This was going to work.
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"Can you help me out?" Dean asked Garth nervously when they were back in the bunker after filing the paperwork down at the courthouse. He told Garth the idea he had for Lisa's wedding ring, but he had no idea who could make something like that.
"No problem," Garth smiled big. "I know a guy who knows a guy. I got this, man."
Dean smiled and slapped Garth on the back. "I owe you one," he said.
"Aw, don't mention it, bro," Garth smiled sheepishly.
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Four weeks later, Garth pressed a small box into Dean's hand with a secretive grin. Dean opened it. It was perfect. A band of leaves, but in the voids between the leaves, every single void made up some kind of protective symbol. A regular person would never notice it, but it was exactly what Dean wanted for Lisa.
Dora casually strolled up behind them and peeked over their shoulder. Dean slammed the box shut.
"That's a beaut," Dora observed. "I love the symbols," she winked at Dean. "Maybe you have some taste after all," she smiled.
Dean went to give Dora a light punch to the arm which she easily dodged.
"What about you, stumpy?" Dora asked, gesturing at Dean's drastically shortened ring finger, "Whadda you gonna do for a ring?".
Dean frowned. "I thought I'd have to wear one on a chain around my neck, I guess," he admitted. He hadn't really thought about a ring for himself.
"I've got a better idea," Dora said. "Just come see me about a week before you're going to do this; this wedding thing," she said.
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Dean told Lisa he cut the stump of his finger in the kitchen. He had it wrapped in a bandage for about a week.
"It must have been a bad cut," Lisa said suspiciously. "Sure you don't need stitches?" she asked. "Or Cas?"
"Naw, it's okay," Dean blew it off.
85.
"Do you, Lisa, take this man, Dean, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Cas asked Lisa with a small smile.
"I do," Lisa said, staring into Dean's eyes, her own eyes, and his, shining.
"Then please take Dean's left hand," Cas instructed.
Lisa looked at him questioningly.
"Remove the bandage," Cas instructed.
Brow furrowed, Lisa followed Cas' instructions and drew in her breath. Though Dean's ring finger was only about 1/3 as long as it once was, what was left was encircled in the most delicate tattoo Lisa had ever seen. A copy of the ring she now wore. Only permanently inscribed on his skin. Dora beamed as she stood next to Sam.
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It was a great night. They were sitting around the table with everyone they cared about, all drinking in earnest and making toast after toast to Dean and Lisa. Even Jody made the trip, saying she needed to see Dean Winchester getting married with her own eyes in order to believe it before quietly taking Dean aside to tell him that she wouldn't have missed it for the world. She had to be there to represent Bobby. Dean hugged her so tightly he almost squeezed the breath out of her.
Lisa could see that Dean was loving it. He looked happy; relaxed. He was joking with Jody and teasing Sam and making lewd comments to Dora that were making Charlie simultaneous blush and gasp for air because she was laughing so hard.
Finally, Lisa leaned in and whispered, "This is great, but what does a girl have to do to get fucked around here? I mean, I married your ass...what more do you want?"
Dean tried to choke back a laugh. He pulled Lisa close, "I thought you'd never ask," he said, leaning down and kissing her to the chorus of hoots and hollers from everyone around the table.
Dean and Lisa finally excused themselves from the rest of the group who were, at that point, mostly completely toasted. Sam loudly protested their leaving the party until Walker elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a pointed look.
"Oh, yeah, um, congratulations you two. Have a great night," Sam said sheepishly.
"Will do, Sammy," Dean replied, quickly leading Lisa down the hall to their room.
86.
"Oh my God," Lisa said when she pushed open the door. The place was awash in candlelight. "Dean, did you do this?"
"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked, wrapping her in his arms. "This has Charlie written all over it; I had no idea."
"Remind me to thank her - " Lisa said, cut short by Dean's lips on hers.
Dean looked down at her and smiled. "Now, I know it's your first time, so I promise I'll be gentle. You know, your wedding night and everything."
Lisa playfully swatted him as she burst out laughing. "You had better not be gentle!" she exclaimed. She expected a laugh in return, but when she caught Dean's eye, there was nothing there but lust.
She knew what would drive him crazy. She slowly began to undo the lacing on the back of her simple white dress. The one that fit her perfectly and showed off the shape of her breasts and her hips. As it fell to the floor, revealing the thong and corset top underneath, she could see that Dean's dress pants definitely weren't doing anything to hide his desire for her.
"Jesus, Lis'," Dean breathed. "You are so fucking gorgeous."
Lisa lowered her head and smiled up at him; just the way she knew he found irresistible. She walked over to him and slowly began stroking him through his pants. Dean looked up at the ceiling and groaned loudly.
"Good?" Lisa teasingly asked.
"Fuck, yeah," Dean responded. Inadvertently thrusting up against her hand.
Lisa undid his pants and he greedily removed her thong. Lisa loved how sexual Dean was. So gorgeous. All the more so when he was so hard, wanting her so badly. Trusting her implicitly. She kissed across his chest, pausing the give him a mischievous look as she slowly teased a nipple with her tongue. She was rewarded with an "Oh God, Lis'," as she got a hand around his impressive erection.
"I dunno know how long I'm gonna last," he admitted. Lisa was stroking him exactly right and just looking at her, he was about to lose it.
"Get over here then," Lisa demanded in a low voice and Dean groaned as she let go of him and settled on the edge of the bed. She suggestively spread her knees as she let her own hand snake down her body. She inhaled sharply at the first touch from her own hand, "I don't know how long I'm gonna last either," she replied.
A minute later, Dean was on his back, hands on Lisa's hips as she straddled him and drove down hard onto him over and over.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lis’,” Dean could barely form the words as the pleasure started to overtake him.
"Harder," she pleaded, which drove Dean out of his mind. Lisa's breasts spilled out of the corset from the force. The bed shook. Then Dean shook as he came hard into Lisa.
"Yes!" Lisa leaned forward and found Dean's lips so she could have his tongue in her mouth as she came.
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A couple of hours later, Lisa woke to the smell of candle smoke as a few of the candles had begun to burn out. She felt, and then heard Dean behind her in their bed, his breath coming quick, his cock rubbing up against her ass. Wordlessly, she brought one knee up and whispered "Yeah, baby," as he groaned and pushed in from behind while wrapping one arm around her waist; holding her still as he moved inside her. "Okay if I help?" Lisa whispered.
"Please," Dean breathed, "you know I love it when you do that."
Lisa smiled to herself and reached down, matching Dean's rhythm as she insistently caressed herself and couldn't help but moan a little.
"Oh, God, Lis'," Dean whispered into her ear.
She felt his pace pick up. "That's it, baby," she whispered back, "come on, come for me."
Dean shut his eyes tight and let go. Flooding her with heat. He kept moving inside her as she rode him out and then let go herself.
Lisa didn't care if she never got a full night's sleep again for the rest of her life.
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May 2, 2020
"Happy Birthday, Sammy," said Dean.
Sam was helping Dean clear the dishes from the table. Sam smiled. "That dinner was awesome," he praised Dean. Lisa, Ben, and Walker had disappeared to another part of the bunker, making Sam a bit suspicious about what they were up to.
"Maybe if you're a damn rabbit," Dean teased him. It was the one day of the year when Dean lowered himself to fixing salad and side dishes that included more vegetables than cheese.
"Were we eating the same dinner?" Sam asked, "Really, it was amazing." And it had been. Dean's slow-smoked chicken, green salad, homemade bread, and several vegetable-based casseroles had left Sam feeling completely satisfied. On top of that, Walker's bakery training resulted in the most amazing dark chocolate cake Sam had ever tasted. He was glad there was a piece of it left. If Dean didn't get to it first, he hoped to share it with Walker later. He could already picture her soft, full lips closing around his finger, licking the icing off...Sam silently vowed to clear the table as quickly as possible.
As they carried plates to the kitchen, Sam heard Dean say as he followed behind him, "So...37...Jesus Christ, you're almost 40."
"And how did 40 feel for you LAST YEAR?" Sam teased Dean.
"Shut up," responded Dean, but he chuckled. "No, seriously, there's something I think you should have," Dean said as he set the dishes down on the kitchen counter.
"I thought I said no presents this year," Sam said suspiciously.
"C'mon, Sammy," Dean almost pleaded, "there's something I want to give you."
"Um, okay," said Sam cautiously. He was half expecting some kind of prank from Dean. "It's not more homemade underwear, is it?"
Dean laughed, "No, but you have to admit, that was a good one....the look on your face..." Dean trailed off, chuckling, remembering Christmas two years ago.
Sam smiled at the memory himself. It was pretty amazing that there were so many memories from the past couple of years that made him smile.
"Let's go," said Dean suddenly.
"But, the dishes..." Sam protested.
"Leave 'em," Dean responded. "To hell with 'em. Let's go."
"Go where?" asked Sam, but Dean was already halfway down the hall and Sam had to jog to catch up.
They got out to the garage. Everything looked the same. Sam looked at Dean questioningly. Dean was smiling really big now, like he couldn't wait. Like HE was the one getting the present. Dean reached around behind a small shelving unit and hit some kind of lever. A large section of the floor at the far end of the garage started to lower.
Sam looked at Dean in surprise, "What the fuck? There's a room UNDER the garage?" Sam asked in amazement. "We've lived here all these years and I never knew that?!"
"Yup," said Dean who now appeared to be almost bursting with pride "Told you this place was the fuckin' bat cave". There was a faint, far-away rumble and then silence except for a barely-audible voice yelling, "Okay!"
"Thanks!" Dean yelled back at the unseen voice.
"Was that Ben?" asked Sam. Ben had insisted on coming home from college for Sam's birthday.
"Yeah; he's helping me out," replied Dean and threw the switch the other way to raise the floor back to ground level. "Okay, now, close your eyes and keep 'em closed."
Sam sighed, not really trusting that Dean wouldn't do something to him while he had his eyes closed, but he did as Dean asked.
Slowly, a car appeared, though Sam couldn't see it yet. A classic beauty. It was both sleek and curvy. Beautiful and menacing.
Sam heard something jingling behind him. "No peeking," admonished Dean. "Now put out your hand."
"You do know this is my 37th birthday, right? Not my 9th?" Sam groused.
"Shut up and put out your hand," Dean repeated.
Sam held out his hand and felt a couple pieces of jangling metal fall into it.
"Okay, open your eyes," Dean said as he stood behind Sam.
Sam looked down. Keys. That much he had guessed. But keys to...holy shit. Sam looked to the far end of the garage. "Fuck, Dean, you got me a CAR?!"
Dean beamed. "Well, I didn't so much get it as build it."
Sam turned to Dean dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say. They had never gotten each other anything this big.
"You're 37," Dean teased, "It's about time you had your own set of wheels."
Dean just about had the breath squeezed out of him by Sam’s intense hug. Sam had never been big on material possessions. And Dean was the one who had the love of all things automotive. To Sam, cars were usually simply a way to get from one place to another. They never fit him right. Mostly they irritated him. But Jesus, Dean BUILT this for him.
"You like it then?" Dean asked when he could get a breath of air into his lungs. When Sam didn't say anything Dean continued talking close to Sam's ear. Sam was still hugging him. "Look, I know you never fit in anything because you're a giant freak of nature, so I found something that’ll work, and I modified it a bit, and it's a car that you might actually get laid in once in awhile instead of some SUV piece of crap which is probably the only other thing that would ever fit you. But I can't have my brother driving something he can't get laid in."
Sam reluctantly loosened his hold on Dean. "Oh my God, when did you even have time..." he asked, trailing off in disbelief.
"I've been working on it for about 3 years," Dean admitted. "I grab some time here and there...ever since I figured out there was a second garage below this one."
"I wanna know everything you did to this car," Sam said with awe, knowing Dean was practically dying to tell him.
Dean's smile was huge. He put his arm around Sam's shoulders and said, "Come on, I'll show you."
They walked down to the car. It was even more amazing up close. Midnight blue; almost black. Gleaming like it just rolled out of the showroom. Just enough chrome, but not too much. Dean knew Sam wasn't much for bling.
"Whatcha got here Sammy is a '71 Boat Tail Buick Riviera GS. I found the body when I was picking up a part for my baby in a salvage yard and it's such a huge land yacht, I just thought there's no way your sasquatch legs wouldn't fit in here. C'mon; get in.” Dean held the door open. "See how it feels."
Sam slid in. He couldn't remember a time that he didn't have to fold up his legs when getting into a car.
It fit like a glove.
He could put his legs out straight and the steering wheel wasn't too far away from him. Sam could hear Dean continuing with the tour...souped-up engine, it'll do 140 no problem, Charlie helped him wire it for hands-free phone and Sam could play whatever crap music he wanted just by sending it to the stereo from his tablet, even though Dean had no idea in hell how to do that because all a car really needs is a tape deck, but if Sam wanted to be all new-agey he'd have to get help from Charlie...
Sam looked up at Dean. Dean was taken aback by how serious he looked. "What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, "Something wrong?"
"No, Dean, it's amazing. I just can't believe you did this for me. And the seats..." Sam trailed off.
Dean didn't know if Sam would notice but his heart twisted in his chest that he did. "Yeah, I figured your ass was so used to the bench seats in the Impala, it probably wouldn't know how to sit on anything else, so I put 'em in...same ones that go in a '67 Impala. Plus they're great for gettin' some action and now that you have a girl, well..." Dean winked at Sam.
"Get in," said Sam suddenly. "Hit the door."
Dean didn't have to be asked twice. He pulled the lever to open the overhead garage door and slid into the passenger seat. They smiled awkwardly at each other at the weird role-reversal.
Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, "Let's see what she can do," he said as he floored it and they roared out of the garage. Dean let out a whoop.
It was an awesome birthday. Sam never thought he even cared about having a car. But this car was a little piece of Dean, and Sam cared about having that. A lot.
Plus, it was an incredibly sweet ride.
84.
August 20, 2020
Sam and Ben went with Dean and Lisa down to the courthouse. (They wanted to get it done before Ben went back to college in a few days.) Dean had just wanted to have Cas do a ceremony. Who better than an angel of the Lord to join two people together? But Sam convinced Dean that he owed it to Lisa to do it right and do it legal. This actually might be one of the few officially legal things Dean had ever done. Dean groused about the paperwork, but it wasn't that bad and he knew Sam was right.
Sam and Ben signed as witnesses and slid the paper over to Dean. Dean was trying to find the right line he was supposed to sign when something caught his eye.
"Witness #2: Ben Winchester"
Dean blinked. He looked up at Ben who had a slight smile. "Sam?" asked Dean, still looking at Ben.
"Yeah?" responded Sam absentmindedly.
"This has to be legal names, right?" he questioned.
"Of course, you idiot," said Sam, "so don't even think about signing 'Robert Plant'."
Dean slid the paper back over to Ben. "You heard the man," said Dean.
"That is my legal name," said Ben, smirking slightly. "I changed it a week ago. Mom and I had a talk," he said, sharing a knowing glance with Lisa. "It was my decision. I wanted to do it on my own."
Dean spontaneously broke out into a huge smile.
"I know this is a completely fucked-up family," said Ben, still smiling, "but it's my family."
Dean rubbed his hand over his face from his forehead to his chin. He really hoped Ben couldn't see that he was barely holding his emotions back.
Ben saw. He nodded back at Dean in unspoken understanding.
Lisa reached out and grabbed Dean's hand on one side and Sam's on the other, giving both a squeeze. Sam looked at her, slightly caught off guard. She smiled at Sam. This was going to work.
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"Can you help me out?" Dean asked Garth nervously when they were back in the bunker after filing the paperwork down at the courthouse. He told Garth the idea he had for Lisa's wedding ring, but he had no idea who could make something like that.
"No problem," Garth smiled big. "I know a guy who knows a guy. I got this, man."
Dean smiled and slapped Garth on the back. "I owe you one," he said.
"Aw, don't mention it, bro," Garth smiled sheepishly.
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Four weeks later, Garth pressed a small box into Dean's hand with a secretive grin. Dean opened it. It was perfect. A band of leaves, but in the voids between the leaves, every single void made up some kind of protective symbol. A regular person would never notice it, but it was exactly what Dean wanted for Lisa.
Dora casually strolled up behind them and peeked over their shoulder. Dean slammed the box shut.
"That's a beaut," Dora observed. "I love the symbols," she winked at Dean. "Maybe you have some taste after all," she smiled.
Dean went to give Dora a light punch to the arm which she easily dodged.
"What about you, stumpy?" Dora asked, gesturing at Dean's drastically shortened ring finger, "Whadda you gonna do for a ring?".
Dean frowned. "I thought I'd have to wear one on a chain around my neck, I guess," he admitted. He hadn't really thought about a ring for himself.
"I've got a better idea," Dora said. "Just come see me about a week before you're going to do this; this wedding thing," she said.
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Dean told Lisa he cut the stump of his finger in the kitchen. He had it wrapped in a bandage for about a week.
"It must have been a bad cut," Lisa said suspiciously. "Sure you don't need stitches?" she asked. "Or Cas?"
"Naw, it's okay," Dean blew it off.
85.
"Do you, Lisa, take this man, Dean, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Cas asked Lisa with a small smile.
"I do," Lisa said, staring into Dean's eyes, her own eyes, and his, shining.
"Then please take Dean's left hand," Cas instructed.
Lisa looked at him questioningly.
"Remove the bandage," Cas instructed.
Brow furrowed, Lisa followed Cas' instructions and drew in her breath. Though Dean's ring finger was only about 1/3 as long as it once was, what was left was encircled in the most delicate tattoo Lisa had ever seen. A copy of the ring she now wore. Only permanently inscribed on his skin. Dora beamed as she stood next to Sam.
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It was a great night. They were sitting around the table with everyone they cared about, all drinking in earnest and making toast after toast to Dean and Lisa. Even Jody made the trip, saying she needed to see Dean Winchester getting married with her own eyes in order to believe it before quietly taking Dean aside to tell him that she wouldn't have missed it for the world. She had to be there to represent Bobby. Dean hugged her so tightly he almost squeezed the breath out of her.
Lisa could see that Dean was loving it. He looked happy; relaxed. He was joking with Jody and teasing Sam and making lewd comments to Dora that were making Charlie simultaneous blush and gasp for air because she was laughing so hard.
Finally, Lisa leaned in and whispered, "This is great, but what does a girl have to do to get fucked around here? I mean, I married your ass...what more do you want?"
Dean tried to choke back a laugh. He pulled Lisa close, "I thought you'd never ask," he said, leaning down and kissing her to the chorus of hoots and hollers from everyone around the table.
Dean and Lisa finally excused themselves from the rest of the group who were, at that point, mostly completely toasted. Sam loudly protested their leaving the party until Walker elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a pointed look.
"Oh, yeah, um, congratulations you two. Have a great night," Sam said sheepishly.
"Will do, Sammy," Dean replied, quickly leading Lisa down the hall to their room.
86.
"Oh my God," Lisa said when she pushed open the door. The place was awash in candlelight. "Dean, did you do this?"
"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked, wrapping her in his arms. "This has Charlie written all over it; I had no idea."
"Remind me to thank her - " Lisa said, cut short by Dean's lips on hers.
Dean looked down at her and smiled. "Now, I know it's your first time, so I promise I'll be gentle. You know, your wedding night and everything."
Lisa playfully swatted him as she burst out laughing. "You had better not be gentle!" she exclaimed. She expected a laugh in return, but when she caught Dean's eye, there was nothing there but lust.
She knew what would drive him crazy. She slowly began to undo the lacing on the back of her simple white dress. The one that fit her perfectly and showed off the shape of her breasts and her hips. As it fell to the floor, revealing the thong and corset top underneath, she could see that Dean's dress pants definitely weren't doing anything to hide his desire for her.
"Jesus, Lis'," Dean breathed. "You are so fucking gorgeous."
Lisa lowered her head and smiled up at him; just the way she knew he found irresistible. She walked over to him and slowly began stroking him through his pants. Dean looked up at the ceiling and groaned loudly.
"Good?" Lisa teasingly asked.
"Fuck, yeah," Dean responded. Inadvertently thrusting up against her hand.
Lisa undid his pants and he greedily removed her thong. Lisa loved how sexual Dean was. So gorgeous. All the more so when he was so hard, wanting her so badly. Trusting her implicitly. She kissed across his chest, pausing the give him a mischievous look as she slowly teased a nipple with her tongue. She was rewarded with an "Oh God, Lis'," as she got a hand around his impressive erection.
"I dunno know how long I'm gonna last," he admitted. Lisa was stroking him exactly right and just looking at her, he was about to lose it.
"Get over here then," Lisa demanded in a low voice and Dean groaned as she let go of him and settled on the edge of the bed. She suggestively spread her knees as she let her own hand snake down her body. She inhaled sharply at the first touch from her own hand, "I don't know how long I'm gonna last either," she replied.
A minute later, Dean was on his back, hands on Lisa's hips as she straddled him and drove down hard onto him over and over.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lis’,” Dean could barely form the words as the pleasure started to overtake him.
"Harder," she pleaded, which drove Dean out of his mind. Lisa's breasts spilled out of the corset from the force. The bed shook. Then Dean shook as he came hard into Lisa.
"Yes!" Lisa leaned forward and found Dean's lips so she could have his tongue in her mouth as she came.
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A couple of hours later, Lisa woke to the smell of candle smoke as a few of the candles had begun to burn out. She felt, and then heard Dean behind her in their bed, his breath coming quick, his cock rubbing up against her ass. Wordlessly, she brought one knee up and whispered "Yeah, baby," as he groaned and pushed in from behind while wrapping one arm around her waist; holding her still as he moved inside her. "Okay if I help?" Lisa whispered.
"Please," Dean breathed, "you know I love it when you do that."
Lisa smiled to herself and reached down, matching Dean's rhythm as she insistently caressed herself and couldn't help but moan a little.
"Oh, God, Lis'," Dean whispered into her ear.
She felt his pace pick up. "That's it, baby," she whispered back, "come on, come for me."
Dean shut his eyes tight and let go. Flooding her with heat. He kept moving inside her as she rode him out and then let go herself.
Lisa didn't care if she never got a full night's sleep again for the rest of her life.
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