Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 61: Miles and Miles Away

            The drive to the cabin was longer than either of them expected. But it was nice to enjoy each other’s company. Dean listened most of the way as Emily talked on about the future and how excited she was to learn to become a hunter. Usually Dean tired of the talking on a road trip, but Emily never stopped entertaining him. Even when he zoned out for a couple minutes he still just enjoyed her voice taking up the silence. Driving her anywhere was something he started to like. He liked the alone time with her and he was beginning to like her conversation more and more.

            “Wait hold up.” Dean interjected into another one of her many stories. “Your first kiss was from a guy named Neville? Like the kid in Harry Potter?” A smile formed on his face as he imagined her making out with that geeky looking kid from the movie.

            He laughed at her deep sigh. “I wasn’t really paying attention to his name when I went out with him. I mean, I didn’t do ‘I can’t see myself with this guy Dean, his name rhymes with bean’.” She giggled at herself.

            “Bean. That was what you could come up with?” Dean shook his head with a chuckle. “I think I married you before I realized what I was getting into.”

            She play hit his arm with more soft laughter. “Shut up. I am going to call you Dean Bean from now on to prove how bad your name is.”

            “Don’t you dare.” He whispered playfully.

            “What was that, Dean Bean? Did you say something, Dean Bean?” Her laughter filled the car after he gave her dirty looks.

            The ride continued in that spirit for the rest of the journey. It was the kind of blissful sight that would fool people into thinking they had a good life. And for the time being, they did have a good life. The laughter and care free joking became like a drug to the both of them. It was the high that they had been missing from the lives they were temporarily leaving behind. As they got closer to the cabin, they were both giddier. It was their own time away from all the heartache to just be happy with each other. Both of them couldn’t find a reason to not be smiling as they drove.

            Dean stopped the impala in front of the small quaint cabin they had rented for the week. He sat back and listened to Emily’s slow breathing. The cabin wasn’t much, they hadn’t gotten the most expensive but that hadn’t mattered. It was peaceful here, quiet. Dean turned slowly and watched Emily’s eyelids flutter in her sleep. He grinned like a fool and opened his door. He made sure to shut it without waking her. Then he walked around the front of the car and opened her door. He scooped her sleeping body in his arms and fumbled a little to shut her door.

            Her eyes opened and they gazed up at him. She let her head roll against his chest. Her yawn was deep enough for him to feel it against him. She wrapped her arms around him and consciousness started to seep back into her. She didn’t utter a word as Dean carried her to the cabin. Then, just as his foot hit the step she spoke softly.

            “I love you.” She said it again. Those words had come out of her mouth a dozen and one times during the car ride. Each time it was random, but it still made Dean feel good. It was like she was scared that if she didn’t say it enough, he wouldn’t believe it.

            “I love you, too.” Dean murmured into her ear as he walked up onto the porch. Creaks came from under his steps and he never felt more at home. The whole cabin felt as though it was break at any moment.

            He shifted her and juggled as his hand darted out and opened the door. He had to lean into it and push it open with his shoulder so that he didn’t drop her. He stepped into the cabin with her in his arms and inspected the place. He was tired from the drive but now that he had her alone he felt a new excitement within him. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and leaned up so that her breath was against his ear.

            “Where is the bedroom?” She whispered softly.

            He grinned widely and walked her down the hallway he spotted toward the left of the main room. As he walked back and felt her breath on his chest and it soothed him. she trusted him completely to take care of her. He was holding her to him as a form of protection even when he wasn’t thinking about it. As he turned and saw the king bed, he felt a warmness grow in his gut and started to burn his insides. He was nervous that he wouldn’t be able to love her the way she deserved and he had never felt that before.

            Walking to the bed, he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had a sweet smile across her face. She was breathing against him and he couldn’t think of a more innocent or beautiful thing at that moment. When he got against the bed he started to let her down onto it without damaging her dress. He had asked if she watned to pull over and change but she refused. He didn’t push it because she looked so goddamn beautiful in it that he wouldn’t have minded if she wore it tomorrow as well.

            Her eyes finally opened and she looked up at him as he let his arms slip from underneath her. This time she took hold of his hand and didn’t let go. Forcing him down, Dean collapsed beside her on the bed. A chuckle escaped his lips as Emily rolled onto him and straddled his waist as best she could in the wedding dress. She leaned onto him and set her hands on either side of his head. Her head hovered above his, letting her hair fall around his face.

            “Tell me something.” She whispered letting her breath breeze past his cheek. “How does it feel to be married to an ex-angel?”

            Dean grinned and leaned up enough to graze his lips against hers. “Words can’t describe it.” Then his lips melted against hers and they both couldn’t keep themselves composed another moment. They both melted against each other and the world seemed miles and miles away.