Maggie's POV
When I woke in the morning Dean was holding me tight and giving me little kisses on my hair. So I knew he was awake. I turned my face up to be kissed, which he did electrifyingly. Then he went back to just holding onto me, and nuzzling my hair. "Maggie?" he asked.
"Hmmm?"
"Do I… am I… I mean, are you… Do I satisfy you enough? I mean, you know, sexually? I mean, am I creative enough for you?"
"Now what in the world would make you ask that question?" I asked him with amusement.
"Well, I… kind of… overheard… you and Katie yesterday, you know, when she was telling you about what Sammy did, not that I ever wanted to know that much about my brother, but, well, it did make me wonder."
"Ah," I said noncommittally.
"Soooo, um, am I? And, I want the truth, Maggie, not just something you think I want to hear, okay?"
I really had to smile. But at the same time, how does one answer that question really?
"You're not answering."
"I'm thinking," I said. "Dean, that's a question no woman can ever really answer completely. She'll be wrong no matter what she says."
"I promise you won't be wrong. It's just that it's not something I ever thought about before, you know? It's not something I ever really cared about before. And I really do want to know."
Because I realized he was being completely sincere in his question, I tried my best to be both truthful and uplifting, which believe me, is a delicate balance where men's egos are concerned.
"Baby," I said lovingly, as I looked directly in his eyes so he could see I was being sincere. "If you're asking if you are man enough for me, hell yeah! You do satisfy me, totally and completely, okay? I've never been left wanting. Ever!" I licked my lips because they were getting dry. "But there isn't a woman alive, if she's telling the truth, who doesn't crave more romance and creativity in their sex lives. It's just in our nature. It's part of what makes us women, I guess. But please believe me when I say that you, exactly as you are, are more than enough man for me, okay?"
"Hm," he said, still nuzzling my hair. "But still, you'd like more of the romance, right? I mean, if I knew what the hell that was?"
"Dean, come on. Don't worry about it, okay? I love you, you're my soul mate, remember? I love the way you touch me, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you look at me, and I totally love your raw passion, okay?" I touched his cheek and looked into his eyes searchingly. "Baby, okay?"
"Raw passion, did you say? You love my raw passion? Well then, let me just show you some of that raw passion."
And he did!
Katie's POV
We were awake for a while just snuggling together and for the thousandth time I wondered the same thing, and I finally got up the courage to ask him. "Sammy?"
"Hmm," he said, nuzzling my neck."
"Don't be mad, okay? But I really have to ask you something."
"Okay," he said between nuzzles. "I won't be mad."
I took in a breath and let it out. "Okay," I said. "I totally get why you're my soul mate. But I still can't fathom why I should be yours." There, I said it, I thought to myself. "And please don't say it's because I'm so beautiful, because I just won't buy that."
"And you shouldn't," he said. "I mean you ARE beautiful, but that's not why you're my soul mate, or why I love you. I mean, that would be pretty damn shallow of me, don't you think?"
He pulled me closer for a while, and I could tell he was thinking. "All right," he said, "let me try to tell you exactly why you are my soul mate. It's because you "get" me. You reach me in places no one ever has before. I mean, my brother, the person who has always known me best, and he does know me very well, but even he doesn't know everything. There are places in me he will never know, never understand. But you do. And I've known that almost from the start."
"Remember that day in the motel when you showed me all my scars, and you knew exactly how I got them, and you cried because you knew how I felt inside, you knew what those scars represented to me, what this life does to me?"
I nodded.
"Well, I knew right then that I wanted you like I've never wanted anyone before in my life. I knew you knew me, really knew me. I didn't understand how you could, not then. But I knew you did. And I knew I loved you. I even told Dean that night that I didn't want you girls to go away."
"Really?" I asked. "And what did he say?"
He laughed softly. "He said neither did he. I think maybe he knew too, deep down inside where he doesn't let himself look very often."
"But that's why, Katie. I think everyone wishes someone in the world could just once understand how they feel, what they think, who they are. And for me, that someone is you," he said. "Do you know you often say something I was just about to? Or touch me or smile at me, just at the very moment I need it? That can't be by chance, Katie. That's what being my soul mate means to me."
By that time I was crying softly. I just didn't deserve this wonderful man. But thank whatever gods there might be that rewards didn't always come to those who deserved them. And I vowed that I would take a moment every day to appreciate him like he deserved to be appreciated. Because no one knew more than we did how fleeting happiness could be.
Sam and Dean
In the morning the girls decided they wanted to start the three-day process of making spaghetti sauce and they shooed the boys out of the kitchen after breakfast. Taking some beers and snacks with them, they went off to the game room.
Before things got really going, however, Dean said "Sammy! We need to talk."
"What about?"
Dean got up and opened the door, and looked both ways to be sure neither of the girls were nearby, then closed the door again.
"Look," he said. "If you ever tell anyone, ever, that I asked you this, I will tie you down and skin you alive, you understand me?"
Sam had to laugh at both his antics and the strange tone in his voice. "Okay Dean, whatever you say," he said, looking puzzled, but grinning widely.
"I mean it Sammy, you swear!"
"Okay, okay, I swear, what the hell is with you, man?" Sam asked.
Dean pulled up a chair and sat across from Sam. He leaned his arms on his thighs and looked so serious it was almost comical. Sam just stared at his brother, waiting to see what this could possibly be about.
"Okay," he said seriously. "Say you've got a girl, a girl you really care about, and you want to do something girls think is romantic, okay? What would you do?"
Sam burst out laughing, he couldn't help himself.
"I mean it, Sammy, goddamn it, don't you laugh at me. I know you're romantic, I know you are. You tell me, okay! You tell me how to do it!"
Sam had no clue how to react. He managed to hold in the full fledged laughter, but he was still grinning his 'light up the whole town' grin. "Who are you, and what have to done with my brother?" he said, still grinning.
"Sammy, so help me, I swear I'll hurt you. Stop! Laughing! at me!"
"I'm not really, Dean, I'm not. It's just that are you sure you're Dean? The, 'I've had a woman in every city and town in the United States' Dean? I figured you pretty much knew what you were doing by now!"
"You know, if this weren't so goddamn important to me, I'd slug you right now. I swear I would!"
Sam had to struggle really hard to get himself in check, but he saw how stressed out Dean was acting. And he knew Dean would never come to him with such a question if he weren't dead serious. He just wished he knew what it was.
"Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. Stop threatening me, and tell me what it is you're asking, because seriously, bro, I have no idea."
Dean got up and checked the hallway again and came back and sat back down. "Look, Sam, have I had lots of women? Yes. Did I ever really care how they felt? No. I get all my moves from porn, dude! And somehow, I just don't think that's gonna cut it anymore, okay?" He got quiet then, and definitely more serious. "And I don't want that to cut it anymore, okay? You hearing me, Sammy?"
Now he actually did get it. Jesus Christ! Who could have possibly seen this one coming? But he did his best to have a serious conversation on the subject of what women wanted, with his older, clearly too handsome, love 'em and leave 'em brother. Whoda thunk it!