6 months later

Laying against the headboard of the hotel bed, you sighed in contentment. Tossing the empty pie container on the night stand, you smiled over at Dean who had blueberry filling on his face. "That was probably the best blueberry pie I've ever had." He muttered, rubbing his stomach.

"Isn't that what you said about the last one?" You chuckled, and he just shrugged his shoulders at you.

"What can I say? I love me some pie, and these last two stops have been amazing." He answered, before groaning.

"Maybe eating a full pie was over doing it a little." You teased, and he nodded in agreement.

"But it was soo good!" He groaned, before standing up and making his way towards the bathroom. "But when we get to Bobby's, I'm gonna have to do something after all the pie I've eaten. Maybe even join Sam in a jog or two."

"You? Jogging?" You choked, as he stumbled his way to the bathroom. "I know some other ways we can burn the calories off."

"I like your way of thinking." He answered, before shutting the door behind him. Chuckling softly to yourself, you picked up your phone, smiling when you saw a text from Sam.

"Hurry up you two, Bobby's driving me crazy! I've cleaned every one of his guns. Miss you, and hope your honeymoon is going well."

Sending off a quick reply, you placed your phone back on the night stand. The honeymoon was going extremely well. If you had been asked a year ago, you would have never believed this moment possible. But your life had changed so much, and you were a different person now. Sure, there was a part of that person that would never go away. That would still flinch when a hand is raised, or when a voice gets too loud. But you no longer hid in the shadows, running when things got too tough. Dean had shown you there was a life out there worth living, with him by your side.

That fateful day he had turned up at your apartment was the day you truly started living. After talking things through, you had felt a new connection to Dean, and that had only grown when you had gone with him, a fresh start to your relationship.

After you had explained things to him, Dean had been sweet and caring. Never pushing you, giving you the time you had needed, to get used to the fact that your parents were no longer hovering over you. That there wasn't someone close by that drew pleasure from your pain. Dean stayed by your side constantly, comforting you during your nightmares, helping you get back to that sassy girl he had first fallen in love with.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked you, coming out in just his boxers.

"That I need one of those tattoos." You answered him, running your hand across it when he came to sit next to you on the bed.

"Yeah, we've waited a little too long." He agreed. "Bobby knows a good tattoo artist, we can it as soon as we head back."

"Speaking of which, Sam said he's going crazy up with Bobby. He's ready to hunt." You told him, sighing contentedly when Dean pulled you against his chest.

"I am too." Dean admitted. "This honeymoon has been amazing. Something I never thought would be possible, but I always imagined with you. But we've been relaxing too long."

"I agree." You answered, even though you were nervous about the whole idea. But Dean had been working with you, getting you into hunting shape. You would be fine, especially with him by your side. "This has probably been the best time of my life."

"Just probably?" He teased, tickling you until you couldn't breathe.

"For sure." You answered. "I had never thought this possible. That you would want to settle down and get married. Especially to me. Someone who is still so broken. Who might never fully stop flinching from contact."

"Don't you remember?" He asked. "We're broken together. What's that cheesy saying? Two halves make a whole? So, what if we're broken? We're whole together, and that's all that counts. I can't imagine life without you beside me. Those years without you, then when you ran away again? Those were the worst days of my life, and I never want anything like that happening again."

Pressing your lips to the side of his jaw, you snuggled deeper into his embrace. "The entire time I was with my parents, hiding and afraid in the sleazy motels, you were the only thing that kept me going. Knowing that you were out there, that you would probably come running with just one call. That's the only reason I'm still here."

"I just wish you had called." He muttered quietly against your hair. "I hate knowing that you suffered for so long."

"It's over now, and that's all that matters. Well, that and getting back to Bobby's before Sam pulls his hair out." You yawned.

"It's getting too long anyways." Dean answered, and you could feel the chuckle rumbling his chest.

With your eyes closed, you relaxed in Dean's embrace, knowing that the future wouldn't be easy. After all, you were hunters and a hunter's life wasn't easy. But you knew you wouldn't trade this new chance on life for anything.