A Love Made in Heaven with Hellish Consequences

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"I know, and that's part of why you love me," she smirked as she was still wearing his leather jacket. But now she was slipping out of her pants very seductively. Then she took off her panties and sling shot them into John's face playfully  as she watched her thong land on John's head. "Now, let talking and more getting naked," she told him then disappeared into the batthroom to start running the hot bubble bath water. And just to make things a little more interesting, Lynda began to run her own hands over her bare legs, moaning seductvely, knowin that John could hear every moan while wondering which body part she was touching. 

As the water continued to run, Lynda went back to the door, sticking out her leg, also one of her seductive tricks. Then she appeared at the doorway of the bathroom. "The water is running and you're still in your.....," Lynda started to say and then paused. Her face began to go white as she watched what she knew John couldn't see.  Suddenly, Lynda began to look around and then down at herself as she began to lose it. "Ohhh....god....so unclean......," she said almost in a scream. She went over and grabbed a towel, dipped it into the tub of hot water and soon she was on her knees, still in John's jacket, and began to clean. "GOT TO GET IT CLEAN!! MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY!!" she said loudly so John could hear it. 

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John froze when her panties hit his face, a quick smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tugged them down off his head with a little shake, muttering under his breath, "Jesus, woman..." amusement in his voice but heat burning in his eyes as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

The sound of her moans had his jaw tightening, his breath deepening—he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing a hand down his face as he muttered, "You're gonna kill me one of these days, Lynda."

But then her tone changed. He heard the panic in her voice before he even saw her. His smirk dropped instantly. He pushed himself up fast, boots heavy against the floor. When he saw her on her knees with the towel, scrubbing, his chest ached.

"Hey. Hey, stop—Lyn," he said sharply, crouching down beside her. His big hands moved to catch hers, stilling the frantic motions. His voice softened but carried the kind of authority only John Winchester had: "Look at me. It's clean. You're okay. You hear me?"

He tugged gently at the towel, prying it from her grip, his eyes locked on hers. "Breathe with me. Right here. Right now. You're safe. Nothing's dirty. You're already clean."

He cupped her cheek with one hand, rough thumb brushing at her damp skin, his own eyes softening. "You don't have to fight it alone. I've got you. Always."

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Lynda looked at John and then down at the floor. Then she closed her eyes and let her head fall onto his shoulder gently. She didn't know wheather to sigh or to cry, so she decided to just breathe heavy and count until she managed to get herself under control. "I hate this John," she whispered to him with her eyes still closed and her hands softly pulling his arms around her. Finally, after a little while Lynda opened her eyes and looked up into John's eyes. "I think I'm okay now. I don't know what happened. One minute I was getting ready to come out to get you and then next minute, I was seeing all this dirt and gross things everywhere," she told him. 

She finally sat up and let out a disappointing sigh as she turned back to look at the tub and then back at John. She smiled nervously as she went on speaking. "We can still take a bath if you want or we can just go lay in bed and talk," she told him as she laid her head down on his shoulder once more. Then she couldn't help but answer what he said earlier before everything went all crazy. "And I know you would rather I kill you than one of your little demon friends," she whispered trying to lighten the mood. "At least I make dying fun," she said laughing as she looked up at him. 

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John's hand came up slowly, brushing a thumb over the side of her face as he held her gaze. His voice was low, steady but carrying a quiet weight.

"Hey... hey, breathe. You're here with me now," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers for a second. "I hate this too, sweetheart. But you didn't lose it—you're stronger than you think. It just hit you hard."

He let his arm slide fully around her shoulders, drawing her closer against his chest.

"You don't have to explain it to me. I've seen enough to know when something's trying to get in your head. But it didn't win. You're still you, sitting right here."

John gave a faint, tired smile at her last words, shaking his head a little.

"No, you're not killing me, and we're not talking about me dying, not tonight." He tilted her chin up with two fingers. "And don't joke about making it fun either... I'd rather you just stay alive with me."

Then, softer, his tone gentled even more:

"Let's skip the bath. Come lay down with me. We'll talk, or we'll just hold on to each other for a while. No demons. No dirt. Just us."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and whispered:

"I'm not going anywhere."

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Lynda could feel the warmth and love coming from John as she buried her face into his chest. She knew with him, she could be herself and still fall apart and he would just hold her and make things disappear for a while. Finally, after letting out a very content sigh and while still gently rubbing John's back, she began to feel like her old self for a little bit. Then Lynda began to speak to him softly as she looked up into his eyes. "Thank you, my love, for helping me get through this. And you are right, tonight let's not joke about anything," she added as she pulled herself gently away from John and then took him by the hands. "And I love the idea of just laying in your arms and talking about anything and everything," she said with a smile on her face. 

Then Lynda, who was still holding John's hands, dropped one hand and then  walked with him over to their bed. Then, after gently letting of the hand she was still holding, she crawled onto the bed and turned to look at him with needful and love in her eyes. She gently reached out to John to join her. "Come to me, my sweet loev," she told him softly. "There's a lot we need to talk about," she told him."But before we go on about what's going on in my head," she told him. "I wanna know about you. You doing okay, still taking your medication?" she asked him as she waited for him to join her in bed. 

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John looked at her for a long moment before answering, his expression soft but a little uneasy. He slowly sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely together.

"Yeah..." he began quietly, glancing at the floor before looking back up at her. "I'm takin' them, Lynda. Every damn day." He gave a tired half-smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I know what happens when I skip 'em. Not goin' back there again."

He rubbed his face, exhaling hard. "Some days it's easier than others, though. Sometimes I can feel one of 'em tryin' to push through—like a shadow waitin' for me to blink. But I fight it. I remember what you said... that I'm more than just the parts that broke."

He finally shifted closer, climbing onto the bed beside her and taking her hand again. "You keep me grounded, Lynda. When everything starts to spin, it's your voice that pulls me back." His thumb brushed over her knuckles. "So yeah, I'm okay. A little tired, a little scattered sometimes, but I'm holdin' on."

Then, with a faint, tender grin, he added, "Now, come here. I want that quiet night you promised. Just you, me, and no ghosts in our heads for once."

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Lynda cuddled closer to John and soon her head was gently touching his. She softly began to rub his chest as she felt his arms around her, holding her just as close. She let out a soft and content sigh as she softly began to speak her mind. "You're right, no moe talk about the bad things that we have going on," she told him with her head close to his. Then she turned her head and then reached up and touched John's face softly as she turrned so that they were looking deep into each others eyes."Right now, the only think we needed to talk about is our future together and everything we want," she told him as she softly rubbed his cheek with her finger soft and gentle like. 

Then Lynda went on speaking as she continued to show John just how much she loved him. "Besides, we have to start brainstorming ideas about this hunt I have planned for us," she told him with a smile on her face. "You know, it's gonna be great to see the old hometown," she told John still smiling. "Maybe....if time permittes it, we can visit some of our favorite spots, including that diner were we had our first date and you carved our names in the booth," she told him. "You remember that?" she asked. "That was also the night of our first kiss," she told him as she leaned up and softly kissed his lips. "Just like that, except longer," she giggled as her lips lingered close to his. 

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John smiled faintly, his thumb brushing along her jaw as he looked into her eyes. "How could I forget that night?" he murmured, his voice low and warm. "You were sittin' there in that red jacket, tryin' to act like you weren't nervous, and I was tryin' to think of somethin' smooth to say that wouldn't make me look like an idiot." He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest beneath her hand. "That kiss... yeah, that was the one that did me in, Lynda. Been hooked ever since."

He tightened his arm around her, pulling her even closer. "You and me talkin' about the future—about home—it feels good. Feels right." His gaze softened, the usual roughness in his tone giving way to something gentler. "And hell, I'd love to see that diner again. Bet the booth's still there, even if the carving's a little worn. Maybe we'll make a new one—fresh start, huh?"

John leaned in and kissed her again, slow and lingering this time, his voice barely above a whisper when he pulled back. "Whatever this next hunt brings, we face it together. Always."

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Lynda was feeling so much better, even though she still wanted to clean and wash her hands over and over again. But even though she had the urge to do it, it wasn't as stronge as it was before. And right now, she loved feeling like this, with John by her side, talking about the past and the future while laying in their nice warm bed. As she felt him holdling her tightly, she gently rubbed his chest and then she finally let out a content sigh as she  then went onto speak to him. "You know you can always get one of those kisses that you like anytime you want," she said as she looked up into his eyes while she moved her hand from his chest up to his face, softly rubbing it. 

"And I would love that," she said softly. "A new start at love and life, and maybe a little baby to bring into this world to expand our family," she said with a smile on her face as she continued rubbing his, letting her fingers walk through his beard as she looked at his lips and then back up into his eyes. "And I know we will, especially when the supernatural things see the new look I'm going for," she whispered to John. "It will go great with my new toy that I bought at the same time I bought my new outfit," she added, a smile came across her face and a sparkle came to her eyes as she went on. "And I know it's gonna match that sexy outfit that you were went you get in the mood to be bad," she smirked. 

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John let out a slow breath—not from pain, not from worry, but from the way she touched him. That gentle rub on his chest, the way her fingers drifted up to his face... it soothed something deep in him he hadn't even realized was still raw. He turned his head just enough to press a small kiss to her palm before resting his cheek in her hand, his thumb brushing her wrist.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he murmured, voice low and warm. "Here you are, feeling better, laying here with me... and all I can think about is how damn lucky I am that you didn't give up on us."

He shifted closer, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. His forehead rested lightly against hers.

"And those kisses I like?" His lips twitched into a crooked, hungry smile. "Sweetheart, you keep offering 'em like that, I'm gonna be begging for 'em every five minutes."

Her words about a new start—about a baby—hit him right in the center of the chest. John swallowed, emotion flickering across his eyes before heat took over again.

"A new life with you... hell, Lynda, I want that more than I've wanted anything in a long time." His voice dropped to a rough whisper. "And a baby? You put that idea in my head and expect me to sleep?"

He laughed quietly, the sound full of affection and desire. His hand drifted down her spine as he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world.

Then she mentioned her new look... and the toy.

John's eyes darkened instantly.

"Oh, I know that tone," he growled playfully, brushing his beard against her cheek just to feel her shiver. "You're gonna start something you can't talk your way out of."

His lips hovered over hers, barely touching.

"And sweetheart," he whispered, voice pure heat, "if what you bought matches that outfit you like me in... then you better believe I'm gonna be bad."

He kissed her—slow, deep, claiming—and pulled back just enough to smirk.

"So why don't you show me that new toy, huh? Or should I make you wait until morning...?"