A Love Made in Heaven with Hellish Consequences

A Love Made in Heaven with Hellish Consequences

Lynda knew that John hated ranch work and that he was only doing it because she asked him to slow down with the hunting. So, to surprise John, Lynda went online to look for the perfect hunt, which she found it in their old hometown of Lawrence, Kansas. So, after email the person for more details and receiving a reply back with all the info, Lynda began to print everything out. Once that was done, she put it in a folder under her laptop once it was shut down and turned off. Then, as she waited for John to come home from work, Lynda decided to go over to the coat closet and got out his wired bat and his leather jacket. She slipped the jacket on and picked up the bat. Then she went over to full length mirror that was in the living room and she couldn't help but grin as she thought to herself that she really looked badass in his leather jacket.

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John stepped through the door, dirt still on his jeans and the smell of hay clinging to him. He barely had time to drop his keys in the dish before his voice echoed through the house.

"Lyn? You home?"

No answer.

He walked further in, wiping sweat off his brow—and then stopped dead in his tracks when he turned the corner and saw her.

There she was. In his jacket. Holding his wired bat. Posing like some damn rebel queen in front of the mirror.

His brow arched, and he let out a slow whistle.

"Well, damn."
He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "You trying to steal my job or just my look?"

She turned toward him, still grinning.

"Careful, sweetheart," he added with a smirk, "you wear that any longer and I might have to call you the badass of the family."

He took a step closer, eyes scanning over her.

"What's this about?"

When she handed him the folder, he took it, flipping through the printed pages slowly. His eyes locked on the location.
"Lawrence?" His voice was quieter now. "You found a hunt... back home?"

A beat passed before he looked up at her again, that guarded but grateful look in his eyes.

"You did this for me?"

He stared at her another moment, then shook his head with a crooked smile.

"Damn, woman. You really do know how to get my blood pumping."

He gestured to the jacket.
"But if you're wearing that out on the job, you're gonna have to learn how to swing that bat without dislocating your shoulder."

Then, softer—just for her:
"Thank you, Lynda. Really."

And for a second, just a second, that old fire lit back up in his eyes.

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"You're welcome John," she said smiling and she could see the fire in his eyes and that made her smile even bigger. "I wanted to do something extra special for you, since you are being such a good sport about being a rancher," she told him as she put the bat down against the wall and then wrapped John's arms around her, which she wrapped her arms around his neck, still wearing his black jacket. "And that's not all," she added. "I even got the Impala from Dean, though he started to put up a fight and give me a ton of rules," she said rolling her eyes playfully. "I just told him that I would make him a couple of pies when we got back and he shut his mouth right then and there," she said laughing. 

Then she went back and replied to everything John had just told here while they were standing in front of the mirror. "Neither, I just wanted to see how I felt in your jacket," she told him. "And I must say I feel like either joing a motorcycle gang or comitting a crime," she said laughing. Then she got real serious and yet still very much playful smile on her face, while her eyes sparkled. "I could get used to that, though I don't need a jacket to be a badass," she whispered and leaned up and kissed his lips. Then she began to speak again about the jacket and bat. "Oh don't worry, I plan on having a big, strong, sexy hunter show me how to be a badass with that belt," she whispered seductively. 

But before things got too serious and naughty, which Lynda knew that's where they were heading, she smiled softly and began to speak normally. "Before anything else happens, tell me baby, how was work on the ranch?" she asked him. "Are you feeling sore and in need of a back rub while you relax and have a nice cool drink?" she asked him as she began to rub her fingers up and down his chest, both playfully and seductively. 

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John's eyes narrowed slightly with that slow, dangerous spark that came when someone knew exactly how to get under his skin—in a good way. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a half-smirk as he looked her over in his jacket, shaking his head.

"You in my jacket... hell, Lynda... you're trouble," he murmured, voice low and warm. His gaze dropped for a moment, taking in the way it hung on her frame, before lifting back to meet her eyes. "And I mean the kind I don't mind at all."

When she mentioned getting the Impala from Dean, he let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm surprised you walked away with it at all. Dean doesn't give that car up for nothin'... but pies? Yeah, that'll do it." He gave a small shake of his head, amused.

As she teased about joining a motorcycle gang or committing a crime, his smirk deepened. "You wouldn't last a week in a gang... you'd end up runnin' the damn thing."

When she whispered about not needing a jacket to be a badass, his expression softened, eyes locking on hers. "Yeah... I already know that," he said quietly, before kissing her back—slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

Her comment about a strong, sexy hunter made his brow arch just slightly. "Oh, I'll show you, alright... but don't think you're walkin' away from that lesson without a few bruises." His tone was teasing, but his eyes told a different story—there was heat there, restrained but burning.

When she shifted the subject to the ranch, he finally leaned back a bit, exhaling. "Ranch work's good... hard, but good. I'm sore in places I forgot I had," he admitted with a low chuckle. Then, his gaze sharpened again as she traced her fingers over his chest. "And yeah... I could use that back rub. But I've got a feelin' you're plannin' more than that, darlin'.

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"I know," she smirked as she still had her arms around his neck. "But I don't see you running away from it," she smirked teasingly. The Lynda playfully kissed his nose as she continued her thoughts, now turning them to Dean and his car. "Don't you think I know how to handle my child?" she asked John with a smirk. "Besides, I told him that he could give me the car and have two pies, or give me the car with no pies," she told John smiling. "I said, but either way, I'm taking that car and there wasn't a thing he could do about it," she smirked. "Though I guess I could have told him that bot him and Sam were concieved in the back see of the car," she added laughing as she slowly moved her hand down his big arms. 

"That's true," she said laughing at the thought. "But I wouldn't wanna do anything or join anything if I couldn't have you as my arm candy," she said. "Besides, I maybe badass at a lof things, but when it comes to your ass," she said as she slipped a hand around to his ass and seductively grabbed it. "I just can't help myself and melt, especially when I see you shirtless and wearing a pairt of tight fitting jeans," she said flirtatiously. "You just get me all hot and bothered," she whispred as they softly and passionately kissed, savoring each other while lingering on each other's lips. 

Finally, it was Lynda who broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes and began to smile brightly. "Why don't you, me and the jacket go up to the bedroom, and I can give you a nice backrub, then you and I can slip into a nice hot bubble bath," she added with a huge smile on her face as she got closer to his ear, letting her hot breathe seductively tease him. "And then you can slip into bed and I will slip into the jacket and another little outfit that you might enjoy and I'll show you just what kind of a badass you married," she whispered. "What do you think?" she asked him. 

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John huffed out a laugh, shaking his head at her teasing.
"Yeah, I'm not running anywhere," he admitted, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he looked at her.

When she brought up Dean and the car, his brows shot up.
"You told him that?" he asked, eyes widening before a chuckle slipped out. "Damn, woman, you're ruthless." He gave his head a little shake. "And no—do not tell him where he and Sam were conceived. Kid'll never look at that car the same again."

Her hand on him made him grunt low in his throat, a smirk creeping across his face.
"You're gonna be the death of me, Lynda," he murmured, his voice dropping as he leaned into her kiss.

When she pulled back and whispered her offer, his grin deepened, eyes glinting as he looked her over.
"What do I think?" He slid his rough palm along her cheek and down her neck. "I think you're trouble—the best kind." He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "Lead the way, darlin'.

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"It's a good thing," she said with a smirk as they stood there for a while and held each other. "Don't worry, I know just when to keep my mouth shut when it comes to my children," she told him. "But you are right, we don't wanna take the love he has for that car. After everything that boy has been through with the deamon hunter, he deserves something nice, and so does Sam," she told him as she rubbed his chest softly and gently. Then she got closer and began to wrhisper to him with that same crooked and naughty smile on her face. "And you know me being the death of you is exactly the way you wanna go," she whispered smirkingly. 

Then Lynda turned and as she took John by the hand and gently walked with him up the stairs, she kept speaking to him.  "And I know you aren't going anywhere. You know I have the good stuff that will make you feel so much better," she smirked and continued her thought as they were walking slowly down the hall to their room. "And I can be a little ruthless, I suppose," she admitted. "But most of the time, I'm trying to teach someone a life lesson," she added as they got to their bedroom door. Then Lynda turned and looked at him, with her eyes twinkling. "Come to me, my sexy deamon hunter," she told him as she opened the door and pulled him gently into their bedroom. 

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John let out a low chuckle, that tired, gravelly sound that only came when he was halfway between worn out and amused. His hand tightened around hers as she led him up the stairs.

"You're somethin' else, Lynda," he murmured, shaking his head with the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "You talk about teachin' life lessons, but half the time you're the one knockin' sense into me. And hell, maybe you're right—if I've gotta go, bein' worn down by you doesn't sound like the worst way."

He let his gaze soften as they reached the doorway, his thumb brushing her knuckles before she tugged him inside. "You call me a sexy demon hunter, but between the two of us, you're the dangerous one," he said, voice low, rough but threaded with warmth. "And I ain't goin' anywhere. Not when I've got you."

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Lynda smiled as she felt John's soft touch on her knuckle and for a moment closed her eyes, getting lost in the touch. Then she looked up at him as they stood in the their bedroom, with the door closed behind John. She smiled as she softly touched his face as she began to speak to him. "Well, I hope you don't plan on going anytime soon," she said softly. "I know I'm not ready to let you go. And as for life lessons, yes I might teach you a few things but you have also taught me a few things too," she added with a smile on her face. Then she leaned and softly and passionately kissed him, letting her body gently press up against his. After a few moments, Lynda broke the kiss and looked deep into John's eyes lovingly. 

"Now, why don't you get yourself undressed and sit on our bed," she told him. "While I go run us a nice hot bubble bath," she finished as she softly touched his face. "And I will wash down your tired body from all that ranch work you've been doing. And maybe give you a little taste of the good stuff," she said teasingly. "And then while we are resting after our little game of tag in bed," she added. "We can talk more about the hunt I have found for use to do," she added with a smile. "Sound good?" she asked him. 

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John's brows lifted slightly at her words, the corner of his mouth tugging into a faint smirk. He let her touch linger on his face, eyes softening in a way that didn't happen often. Her kiss pulled him in, and when she broke it, he exhaled slow, almost reluctant.

At her suggestion, his smirk deepened, rough chuckle escaping him. "You always got a way of twisting my arm," he muttered, voice low and gravelly, but there was warmth behind it. His gaze stayed on her, steady and burning, as if weighing every word she said.

When she teased about "the good stuff," his eyes darkened, lips quirking again, and he gave a short shake of his head like he couldn't believe her nerve—but he liked it. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, deliberately.

At the mention of the hunt, John's jaw flexed, seriousness flickering across his face before he eased it back, nodding once. "Yeah," he said finally, voice husky, giving her that look that was equal parts approval and promise. "Sounds damn good.