Redemption Chapter Fourteen
Vangie and Dean took Bonnie to her Uncle Ned’s house, which was near the downtown area. There was just no way that Vangie was going to let Dean abandon the cat in the middle of nowhere.
As they got out of the car, Vangie’s Aunt Beatrice came to the door and took the cat with a grin on her face; she had her eye on Bonnie ever since Vangie got her. Her aunt was a real cat lover and she had advised Vangie that the cat and dog situation was not one that always worked out. When Dean was lured into the kitchen by the smell of pie baking, Ned asked her to sit down to talk to him for a moment.
“So how are things?”
“Going well,” she said as she rubbed her tummy to emphasize her words.
“He isn’t you know ….abusing you is he?”
“Well come straight to the point,” Vangie teased trying to make light of the question.
“Vangie?”
“No Uncle Ned, Dean is an absolute rock for me; he knows about Aaron and Dad.”
Ned nodded, “That’s good Vangie he seems like a decent guy but I had to ask,” he said as he hugged her.
Dean came in carrying a bowl with apple pie and ice cream in it. He grinned as he sat down next to Vangie and gave her the extra spoon. Ned smiled before going to the kitchen to get him some dessert.
When they were parked in their yard again, Vangie didn’t move once Dean opened the door to get out.
“What is it?”
“I need to tell you what that thing said.”
Dean went around to the passenger side to stand in the door as he helped her up so he could hold her.
“Tell me,” he said into her ear.
Vangie looked at him for a few moments just taking in his nearness. “He said he would have our child.”
“We aren’t going to let that happen, Vangie, do not worry about it,” he said before holding her close to his chest.
“We can do this right?”
“Absolutely and no one is taking our miracle baby.”
Vangie agreed as she looked determinedly at him this time.
On the way upstairs to the bedroom they noticed that Sam and Dawn were making out on the sofa, Vangie and Dean giggled to themselves as they tried to be quiet. Vangie had nicknamed the house “the love shack” since both couples were free to do as they pleased as long as things were not too obvious. It wasn’t unusual for one couple or the other to be caught in the act of some form of lovemaking. Vangie was often surprised at Sam’s passion because he had seemed so shy when they met but she figured it was a Winchester trait.
Dean took his shower while Vangie did her face afterward she took her turn and was surprised to find Dean in the bed reading a book when she was done. He was holding the book upside down with it in front of him. She came out of the bathroom wearing a purple sheer short gown with spaghetti straps and embroidery detail. Dean’s favorite color was naked but he understood she was a bit shy about her scars and she wore the sheer nightwear to help her to relax. He understood it was another thing she had to work her way through; he didn’t feel impatient with her but was proud that she was making great strides. She straddled him to get over him to her side of the bed.
“Hey what are you reading, upside down?”
She leaned closer to see the title then laughed.
“Sexual Positions for Pregnant Women?”
Dean laughed as she leaned over to look at the picture as he lifted an eyebrow.
“Hum, I think if we play naked Twister we can get the same effect,” she teased him as she kissed his nose then sat down beside him.
“You have a point,” he said as he put the book aside in favor of kissing her.
“So why were you in my underwear drawer?”
He kissed her again, “I was looking for massage oil.”
“Uh huh, it’s on the vanity in the bathroom like it has always been,” she said as he grinned at her again.
“Oh, well let’s put the book where Dawn and Sam can get some use out of it too.”
“You mean in the living room on the shelf for our visitors to see?”
Dean laughed he knew she wasn’t ashamed of their sex life maybe it was a bit bold though to put it out with the classics. He smiled to himself again. He never really considered all the new positions she had been showing him were from anywhere other than her mind because of his inspiration. He knew he was arrogant but it wasn’t something that bothered him or his wife, though they had a tendency to call it self-confidence.
Dean took the massage oil off the vanity then sat down on the edge of the bed to massage his wife’s legs and feet. She appreciated his initiative; the massages were something he had begun doing several times a week. She had a feeling he enjoyed rubbing his hands over her body despite the scars it was something that made her feel good about their relationship. His accepting her as she was meant everything to her. She had no clue that he felt like the lucky one; she was a beautiful treasure in his eyes.
She woke up because of the baby’s constant moving about five in the morning; Vangie decided it was a good time to watch her husband sleep. He seemed so innocent and at peace with his freckles that swirled across his nose, long lashes that brushed against his cheeks as well as his heart shaped kissable lips that begged to be touched. Vangie bit her lip at the thought. She eyed the scar near his left shoulder then wanted to touch it but refused to wake him when he was so at peace; her attention was drawn to his muscular toned chest, tight abdomen, and her mind could imagine what lay beneath the sheet she desired to move aside to stare at. She was warm from thinking about his assets as her mind drifted away from Dean to a dark place.
How could she expect happiness when so many had insisted she was trash from her own father to her former husband? They refused to admit that she was even pretty let alone worthy to live a normal life. Sometimes she was afraid Dean was only pretending to be nice; that one day she would wake up and would hurt her like the rest. She glanced at him to see his eyeballs working under the lids. Maybe he is awake and playing possum the thought made her smile for a moment, he can be such a clown sometimes. She loved when he made her smile. No, she did not want to believe Dean was like anyone else; he was her hero. He had come to save her from life as a widow of a man she hated. He couldn’t be a bad person.
Dean was awake; but he knew that sometimes Vangie just needed to be alone with her thoughts. He truly hoped that she would one day trust him. It was not something he could ask her to do or promise it had to come from some strong place inside her. He felt she had the potential to love him as he loved her but she was afraid. After what she revealed, he could understand and he thought she had made great strides considering her past. There were things that bothered him about her revelations but they were not worth mentioning because he had decided she would never be hurt again. Dean, the super hero, kept his promises.
Vangie gave up worrying about waking Dean; she leaned down to kiss his forehead and he opened his eyes.
“Is that little munchkin keeping you up?’ he asked before he pulled her down to kiss his waiting lips.
She grinned.
“A bit but I love the way it feels; actually I was counting my blessings.”
“Yeah? How far have you gotten?”
“I am stuck on the first one,” she said before kissing him again.
“What was that?”
“You, my sweetie.”
Dean rose up to meet her for a kiss then she lay on her back as he caressed her arms, shoulders and stomach.
“Me, a blessing, it seems blasphemous.”
She smiled at him as she shook her head.
“No, silly you have brought joy back into my life as well as hope and a this little one I am carrying. You, Dean Winchester, are a blessing to me and don’t ever forget it.”
For a moment, the arrogant one was humbled by her words. Dean felt like he had brought Vangie into a dangerous situation that he didn’t know they were going to get out of. Of course, he couldn’t show that he was unsure or afraid it would terrify his wife.
Vangie looked in Dean’s face but despite the fact that he tried hard to hide it she knew he was stumped as to what to do about the threat to their family. She was okay with it because she hadn’t been happier in her life than in the moments she spent with Dean. She really needed him to understand that though she appreciated his desire to be “the man”, the protector, and the dragon slayer. All that mattered was them sharing the time they had with one another. She watched his slow easy smile spread across his face as he lay his hand on her stomach for the millionth time; but it was okay that he was still fascinated by it. Men could be such little boys who got a kick out of doing the same thing over and over again yet still find it amusing. She laughed as he kissed her stomach, okay so women could be little girls but it was all okay because when it’s about the love then you have everything you need.
Dawn was awakened by a noise only to find she had been sleeping under a blanket on the sofa. She looked around to see Sam come out of the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand while he headed in her direction.
“I’m sorry did I wake you?”
“No that’s okay I should go to bed so I don’t hurt my neck,” she said before she kissed him then headed toward the stairs.
“You don’t want to wait a second for me?
“She came back down the stairs to sit precariously on Sam’s lap.
“Are you afraid down here all alone you strong ghost hunter?” she teased.
Dawn helped him eat the sandwich then joined him for orange juice in the kitchen, neither was aware of the stranger outside with plans to come in their house.
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