After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Forty-three

Evangeline's POV

Standing on the small dance floor built for us, I can't believe it. Not that I'm now married, but that Dean will dance with me, especially in front of others. I thought after the first time in my room, he would never do that again.
But when Claire starts to play the music, without hesitation, Dean starts leading me. He looks down at me, a mix of annoyance and joy on his face.
"You don't need to do that," I whisper, but he immediately smiles at me:" I want to, don't worry Sunshine."
I nod and enjoy our movements. I have no idea how he manages to lead me, not trip over my feet, or his. Far too soon, the music fades and we stop moving, just to recognize everyone is standing right in front of us, watching us dance in awe. I giggle, feeling somehow embarrassed, but Dean pulls me into him, kissing me before he mumbles:" Wish we wouldn't have an audience."
"Why? Because of the dancing?"
"Yeah, that too." he chuckles and makes us leave the floor.
We now get hugs and congratulations from everyone and after all are seated Sam gives Dean and me a glass of sparkling wine. Before I can protest, Sam states:" It's nonalcoholic, don't worry!"
I thank him and to Dean, he says: "You know what to do, right?" he chuckles while Dean rolls his eyes, but he starts to talk anyway:" Well, hello and welcome, everyone. We are more than happy to have all of you right here, right now. I couldn't wish for a better audience watching me dance, making a fool out of me."
All of them are laughing and Jody shouts:" Wasn't as bad as we all thought."
"Alright, that's good to hear!" Dean chuckles," but honestly, thank you for being here, celebrating. A special thanks to Jack for finding the time to accompany Eve down the aisle. I was surprised to see you, but it's good to have you here. I guess we have your blessing for this marriage."
"You do!" Jack answers with his still boyish-looking smile.
"Ok, well, I guess that's all, besides Eve wants to add something."
He looks at me and I shake my head, just smiling.
Dean raises his glass, and so do I as well as the rest of the people and all shout out "Cheers!"
The rest of the evening goes smoothly. I get to dance with everyone and after my dance with Jack, he brings me back to Dean.
"I have one more gift and after I give it to you, we will just see each other again in your afterlife. And I promise it will be for eternity this time."
Dean chuckles about his words and puts Jack in an embrace:" Thank you."
Jack nods and turns to me:" Enjoy your life to the fullest." He kisses my forehead. He then steps back, waves and is gone in a blink.
Dean looks at me, then up to heaven and yells:" And where is the gift?"
The crowd starts laughing and I shrug my shoulders:" I guess we have to find out."
We go back to celebrate for a while and a little after midnight the first people start to leave for home.
Jody comes up and asks:" Dean, Eve, come on. I will bring you home."
My face shoots up to her:" Home?" and I turn to Dean, asking:" Can we move in?"
He nods:" Only a few things need to be done, but yes, we can move in."
Overjoyed, I get up, pulling Dean with me:" What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
After the short drive, I jump out of the car, impatient to finally step into our home.
"Come, come," I laugh and stretch my hand out for Dean.
"Wish you two a good night," Jody says from inside the car and with a chuckle, she drives away.
Dean and I head onto the porch and when I open the door to step inside, Dean stops me by lifting me smoothly.
"You can't just step inside." he explains, seeing my puzzled face," it's tradition, the groom carries his wife inside."
"I don't get why, but I don't mind," I answer laughing," my feet are killing me."
Dean chuckles before he finally steps into the house. He carries me to the living room and switches the lights on.
"Oh, wow, that looks beautiful!" I say, seeing balloons, roses and a comfy built bed out of pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace.
"Wait," Dean says," that wasn't you?" He raises his eyebrows.
"No, I thought you did that." I reply," maybe the girls did that?"
"Hm, yeah, maybe."
"But, I think," I grab Dean's hands," if it's there, we could use it." and I pull him with me.
A grin appears on Dean's face and he follows me willingly. Stepping nearer, we spot a basket beside the couch. I bend and take the note that is sticking out.
"Dear newlyweds, we hope you enjoy this little surprise. Just turn on the music we set up, enjoy the snacks and have a good time. Lots of love, Sam, Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire and Alex."
I read out loud and press the note against my chest:" They are so sweet."
Dean laughs, embracing me and mumbles against my ear:" No, you are."
We kiss quickly before I state:" Let's see what snacks are in there."
"Didn't you have enough cake just 30 minutes ago?" Dean laughs, but I shake my head, rubbing the little baby bum.
We sit on the floor, exploring the basket. There are drinks, strawberries and...
"Honey?" I ask loudly," what is that for?"
"Well, I guess we drink, eat strawberries, and I already have an idea for the honey." He takes the bottle out of my hands and grabs the champagne out of the basket. "Don't worry; it's also non-alcoholic."
I take two glasses, holding them up when I recognize the fireplace.
"Pity, we don't have lit the fire. That would be so romantic."
Wordless, Dean grabs a remote from the coffee table and presses a button. In just a second, the fire is burning and cracking.
"How?" I ask, my eyes wide in surprise.
"Magic." Dean answers with a motion of his hand," no, it's electrical. I just thought it's safer, with a kid running around." he explains while filling the glasses.
I can't admire him more right at this moment. Not only did his life change 180 degrees, from hunting monsters to an apple pie life, but he couldn't care more about the baby and me. I lean over, look deep into his eyes and before I can react, Dean takes the glass out of my hands, puts them away and immediately pulls me into him, kissing me again, but more passionately. I climb his lap, straddling him, my hands placed on his neck and hair. Dean's fingers glide down to my hips, shoving me nearer to him.
"You need to get rid of your dress," he mumbles against my lips.
I giggle and reply:" Wanna help?"
I get up, turning my back to him. Dean gets up too and he slowly unzips the dress. The fabric glides off my shoulders to the floor and Dean kisses the skin of my neck. He slings one arm around my waist, giving the baby bump a caress. He drags my head back with a palm under my chin, so I lean against his shoulder. His lips trace to my ear, slightly nibbling. My eyes are closed, while a small moan comes from my mouth.
Dean lets his hand slip onto the fabric of my panties and his finger dips my wetness. Immediately my back arches and my breath comes out in a hard whiff. His movement is slow and in long strikes, he pierces my sweet spot. The slow moves almost make me go insane, my breath stucks for a moment, only to come out in a moan of pleasure when the orgasm washes through me. Dean continues to move even after I slowly come down, which makes my body spasm a few times. Only then, when my whole weight lays against Dean's body, his hand leaves my front, petting over my upper body.
In a fast move, Dean lifts me and places me between the pillows. I open my eyes, seeing Dean's face right in front of me, a smile playing around his lips. I smile back, grabbing his cheeks to pull him into a kiss.
I start to unbutton his shirt, but I guess I take too long, with my lips busy kissing him. Dean leans away, getting out his shirt. When he wants to lean back to me, I whisper:" The rest too."
Dean chuckles and gets out of his clothes in no time. But instead of joining me, he grabs the basket, getting out the honey we early saw. I look at him, confused.
"Trust me, this is going to be fun," he smirks, grabs my hand and pulls me into a sitting position. He also grabs a cloth from the basket, rolling it.
"You trust me, right?" he asks.
"Uhm, yes, why?"
But he just blindfolds me, whispering:" Don't worry, it's just a seeking game. I will put a drop of honey onto someplace on my skin, and you have to find it."
"Ooooh," I now understand and I can't help but grin.
"And no worries, I will start easy."
I then hear Dean's movements for a few seconds before I feel his hand around my wrist. He slowly places my palm on his face, saying:" I'm here."
I get on my knees, nestling with my fingers, to get a hold on his shoulders. I lean down, my nose glides over his face first before I start to kiss and hover over his skin with my tongue. It doesn't take long to find the honey on a spot on his throat. I suck the sweetness in and lean away.
"Wanna go on?" Dean asks and, I nod.
I wait till Dean again takes my hands, placing them on his shoulders. I guess this time, the honey will be further down, so I start my way on his throat. Gliding down over his skin, I feel him getting goosebumps. I find the honey on one of his nipples. I lick over it slowly before sucking on it. Dean rumbles, his palms streaking through my hair and over my back.
We go on with this kind of game for a while. I find the honey near his belly button, around his lips and right over his pubic bone.
The last time, I'm aware of where the honey would be. But instead of letting him get his release, I start high up, kissing his forehead, his eyes, the tip of the nose and giving him a sensual, long kiss. When I trace down to his neck, I hear him mumble:" Sunshine."
To confirm his plea, he grabs my hips, placing me above him, his fingers clutching my skin tightly. I giggle and go on with small kisses down to his shoulder, chest and belly. Dean hisses when I finally reach his middle. I kiss my way around his shaft and feel his legs twitch in anticipation.
His fingers snap the knot of my blindfold, solving it and he throws the fabric away. I leave my eyes closed, taking in all the feelings and arousal coming from Dean's body. I firmly get a hold of his erection, letting my tongue glide over the tip. I can taste only a tiny amount of sweetness. Either he didn't dare to put more, or it's up to his excitement. When the taste of honey is gone, I start to jerk him with my hand and devour the glans with my lips and tongue. Dean moans, his hands buried in my hair. While my movements around him get faster, his grip gets tighter and when his seed shoots into my throat, I gulp it quickly and Dean lets out a deep rumble of release. I lick him clean before I get back up, sitting on my legs.
But I don't get a second of peace, Dean comes up too, dragging me back, laying on the floor. His kiss is full of strength, it's hard for me to keep up with him. When I get the feeling I can't breathe anymore, he leaves my lips. We stare at each other and with a grin, Dean disappears between my legs. I peek down, seeing how he watches my folds before slowly gliding two fingers inside. My head falls back, I moan and shove my hips down. I meet his thrusts and feel his thumb against my clit. The thrusts inside and the stroking make my back arch. My neck is stretched while my breath comes out in high pitches. My hands want to grab Dean's hair, want to touch his skin, but they reach empty. I force myself to look up and down my body, seeing Dean between my legs just watching my dampness while his hand works on me. I lean on my elbows so that I can watch him admiring me. He recognizes I spy on him and locks his gaze with me. Noticing the love, tenderness, arousal and lust on his face, my body goes over the edge of my second orgasm. I fall back, clutching a pillow with my hand, I let go and whine out loud:" Ooooh, yeeees.... Dean!!!!" Dean's fingers rock me till my legs stand still. His fingers leave me, and he kisses his way back until he finds my lips.
"Hmmm, that was good, wasn't it?" he asks quietly.
"Yes," I whiff out," it was. Can you get me something to drink? My throat is so dry."
He smirks and grabs a bottle from the basket.
"You know I'm not done with you?"
"I guessed that," I answer laughing, taking a sip of the water.
"Good." Dean takes the bottle away and lays down beside me. "Wanna come up?" he asks, grinning.
I straddle him and feel he is hard again. Dean wants to drag me down for a kiss, but I won't let him. I shake my head, I just want to feel him inside me already.
I help with my hand and guide his length to my core. Slowly I glide onto him, enjoying him inside me. I start moving back and forth, my palms on Dean's chest. His fingertips skim over my arms. I glance down, locking my eyes with him while I moan with every stroke I make.
I change the rhythm to up and down, making Dean's tip hit me in such a pleasuring way that my pace gets faster. Dean grips my thighs and hits my moves with his hips. Wheezing, trying to catch my breath, I fall onto Dean's chest. I'm out of breath, but I still hold him inside me. Dean manages to sit up with me, his arms around my back. Dean stands up, not letting go of me. He makes the two steps to the couch, placing me on the cushion. He leans me back, only holds me by my hips he drags back towards him. We lost each other during the move and Dean spread my legs, plunging into me. I gasp deeply, leaning my head back. Dean's hands glide over my belly to my breasts, kneading them both, while his strokes get more forceful. Both of us moan and I whine out:" Faster."
Dean speeds up till he frequently plunges, his hands now placed on either side of my head. I look up to him, his eyes are closed, his lips parted and his breath is coming out in hard blows.
In this manner, we go on and I feel my climax coming. I grab one of Dean's hands, putting it on my clit fast. He starts jerking me there, too, even faster than he plunges into me. I can't hold it anymore, screaming when the ultimate pleasure hits me again. And while Dean doesn't stop his moves on me, the apex is long and consuming.
I hear Dean moaning deep, feeling the hotness of his cum inside me. Exhausted he gently falls beside me, pulling out softly. Promptly, he drags me with him, laying down on the couch. We both breathe hard and I feel sleepy.
Dean strokes my skin gently and I look up at him. I crawl higher, kissing him, and say:" I love you Dean Winchester."
He looks back at me, his gaze sleepy too, but full of affection:" I love you, Evangeline Winchester."