After a sleepless night, Miranda woke up the next morning to the smell of eggs and bacon making her stomach growl. She didn't realize how hungry she actually was.
Still in shock about not knowing if Stacy was even alive, Miranda got up out of bed and patted down the hall to the kitchen. She took a look in the living room noticing all the broken glass had been picked up. The front windows were boarded up for now. You wouldn't have been able to notice anything had happened last night if the windows weren't boarded up.
"Morning." Dean said, wrapping his arms around her from behind into an warm embrace. "Did you sleep any?"
"Not a whole lot." She replied stepping out of his embrace.
Dean tried to control his anger that was building throughout his body. All he wanted to do was fucking hold what was rightfully his! It was time to speed things up. He was done waiting.
He walked over to her taking her hand in his, steering her over to the kitchen.
"You need to eat."
Miranda sat down on one of the bar stools. "Any word on Stacy about her whereabouts yet?" She asked with hope.
Dean placed a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her on the very expensive marble counter top.
"I contacted my sources last night after you fell asleep. Nothing yet."
Miranda stared down at the plate of food as if memorized by it. She couldn't think. She stood up from the bar stool.
"I'm going home." She said, headed for the front door.
Dean went after her. "Miranda this isn't a good time for you to be alone."
Miranda turned around. "I've always been alone! Just because you've known me for a few months doesn't make you an expert about me!" She cried.
Dean felt this was going to be a chick flick moment. He mentally rolled his eyes even though he really wanted to do it.
"Miranda, you are not alone. Not anymore. You have me."
Miranda ran both her hands through her hair ready to break down at any moment. She couldn't. Not in front of Dean. Not in front of anyone.
Without saying another word she ran out the door before Dean could stop her.
Dean balled up his fist.
If his windows weren't already broken, he would have broke them himself. Can't he ever catch a fucking break?!
Miranda went back to her place. She loved Dean, but he was constantly there smothering her when he wasn't at work. She just wanted room to breathe. To try to get herself to hold it together. Her best friend was still missing, presumably dead. It was all too much.
"You need to up your game, son."
Dean glared at his father. "You don't think I know that?! I think the murder of her best friend put a damper on my progress!" He roared. Everything was fucked up. All his hard work has been flushed down the drain like shit!
"Mind your tone with me boy. Just because you're an adult doesn't mean I still can't smack you around." John said menacing.
Dean wanted to punch him in the face, but he knew better from his last experience back when he was a teenager.
"Sam needs to be taken care of. He's part of my problem."
"As much as I would love to do it myself Dean, I promised your mother I would never harm him. Sam has his mother to thank for that. Besides, we have bigger fish to fry."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "What the hell does that mean? I killed that bitch nurse. You took care of fucking Stacy-"
"Who's didn't leave one scratch of remains in the fire. Her or that lover boss of hers."
"Don't tell me they escaped that blast?" Dean was beyond furious at this point.
"I've got my men on it. In the mean time, tame that girl of yours."
Dean couldn't control his rage that was surging through his body anyone. His fist made direct contact with the wall. The blow to his has didn't faze him one bit. He removed his hand from the hole that was now visible present.
John shook his head at Dean and looked at the gaping hole in his wall now.
"I just had that wall redone."
Miranda stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. The hot shower helped a lot. She had stayed underneath the shower spray letting the hot water beat down on her aching muscles and let it help clear her head.
She put her hand up to the bathroom mirror and wiped the fog off and gasped. Dean was standing right there behind her with the biggest smirk ever.
"You scared the hell out of me."
Dean wrapped his strong arms around her and began leaving trails of kisses on the back of her neck making her moan. She felt his tongue lick up the tiny drops of water off of her skin sending shivers down her spine. Miranda had to admit, he was very talented with his tongue and other parts.
"That was never my intention." Dean continued licking. She felt his tongue travel down to the back of one of her legs. "I would never hurt you."
Miranda closed her eyes in pure pleasure. This was all still so new to her. No guy has ever used their tongue on her the way Dean is.
"You left me alone this morning." Dean replied moving his hand down the back of her leg now. Dean couldn't stop smirking as he moved his hand up the back up her leg reaching the bare skin of her ass that was still hidden from the towel.
Miranda licked her lips and opened her eyes. "I just needed to be alone to clear my head after last night."
Dean removed the towel, tossing it on the floor. He couldn't stop staring at what God had given her. A low growl escaped his lips. "You are a sight for sore eyes. I want you so bad."
"But I'll continue to wait for you."
She felt his breath on her earlobe and swallowed hard. The next thing she knew, Dean picked the towel back up and placed it around her.
"See? Total gentleman here."
Miranda turned around to face him. "You should get out of this relationship while you still can."
Dean knew what she was thinking. "I'm not going to die."
She choked back a cry. "You don't know that. In case you haven't noticed I can't get close to anyone. They end up dead like my parents and Stacy." She cried. "I don't want the same thing to happen to you."
Dean wiped her tears away. He hated these chick flick moments with a passion. In his eyes, it showed how weak a person was. It wasn't a good sign. Others would use that weakness against that person to get what they exactly wanted from them.
"Look at me" he said and she did. "I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easy, Sweetheart."
"You're stuck with me. No matter what."
Little did Miranda know those words were going to haunt her.
Nine months had past since that day. Miranda and Dean were living together and engaged officially. Dean made sure to have an engagement ring on her finger. He also made sure that no guy would even look at her, unknown to Miranda of course.
Today was the day that Miranda was going to pick out her wedding dress. Sam's girlfriend, Annabelle was helping her plan the event. Although Annabelle was nine months pregnant, she still had enough energy thank you would think. Just don't try to reach for any food in front of the pregnant lady unless you wanted your fingers bit off your hand.
Shortly after Miranda and Dean moved in together, she got to know Sam and Annabelle very much to Dean's dislike. She still didn't know why he hated his own brother. Sam was nice and sweet. That wasn't only when he was with the mother of his child.
Miranda never really noticed how tall the youngest Winchester actually was until you stood right next to him or he was towering over you to reach for something. To Miranda, Sam and Annabelle were a match made in Heaven if that was even possible.
The only member of Dean's family that Miranda couldn't stand to be around was John Winchester himself. There was something about him that made her blood run cold every time she saw him. She tried to keep her distance if she could help it.
"I'll be right back to help you pick out a dress," Annabelle said as they reached bridal store. "I have to pee like a banshee again."
Miranda chuckled as she took Annabelle's purse for her soon to be sister-in-law. Annabelle was going to be some kind of in-law. Miranda was still adjusting to have a 'family' again.
On days like this she missed Stacy the most. Stacy was the one that was supposed to be her Maid of Honor.
Thanks to Sam, he agreed to be the one to walk her down the isle. No way was she going to let John Winchester hold her arm. She didn't even like it when they had to hug. The guy just made her skin crawl.
Miranda began looking at the different wedding dresses. She wanted something simple. She always was a simple girl. Basic colors. Nothing fancy. Blessed for what she was able to own and not take it for granted.
"I can't wait until this little guy is out of me," Annabelle said coming up behind her.
Miranda turned around. "You know it would have made the baby buying a lot easier if we all knew what the sex was."
Annabelle shook her head smiling. "Sam and I wants it to be a surprised. I think he's secretly hoping it's a boy."
"He's a male. Of course he's going to wish it's a boy." Miranda grinned. "Having a little girl would give him a stroke or a heart attack."
"Sam will still be a good father to either one."
Annabelle bit her bottom lip slightly. "I did get lucky with him."
"Just like I got lucky with Dean. I think you and Sam will be next in line to get hitched." Miranda said.
"Sam and I are happy as we are. We won't be fighting like an old married couple." She chuckled.
Miranda picked out a dress and held it up to her then grimaced at the bad sequins on it, putting it back to it's rightfully place.
"But making up is the best part after a fight." Miranda winked.
Annabelle carefully sat down on a nice soft sofa that the owners of the store had inside.
"Are you sure you want to marry Dean?"
Miranda was a little taken aback at her friend's question. "Why would you ask me that? Especially now so close to the date."
Annabelle wanted so desperately to tell Miranda the truth about Dean. She didn't want the same thing to happen to Miranda like it did with April.
John had told her time and time again that he wouldn't hesitate to kill Sam if she ever told Miranda the truth about what kind of person Dean really was. Of course she had no idea about the promise that John had made to his late wife.
"I-I just want to make sure that my best friend is going to be well taken care of is all."
"I'm not marrying Dean because of his money. I'm marrying him because I love him. I can picture him being the father to my children some day." She let out a laugh. "Wow. I never said that out loud before."
Dean washed his hand after examining his last patient for today. He was ready to go home and be with his soon-to-be wife. It was a long time coming.
"I'm headed out. See you in the morning," Kimberly said. She peaked her head through her bosses ajar door.
Dean watched her head disappear out of view.
Truth be told only had a soft spot for Miranda and Kimberly. They were both sweet and innocent. As for Kimberly, she wouldn't harm a fly. Miranda though, Dean had seen her first hand kill a spider herself when most women would run screaming from one.
Dean glanced at his calender. The date that was circled for their wedding.
"Soon it will be official." He murmured to himself. Then an evil smile spread across his lips. "She will be mine forever. 'Til death do us part."