I still got surprises up my sleeve.

[Dean]

Hello.

Despite the tears from Logan yesterday, he was in a great mood. He stood in the kitchen, grabbing juice boxes, and bottled water and plopping it into the picnic basket. There were sandwiches, chips and dip also, only thing left was the guest of honor.

Grabbing said basket and keys, he took to the door. Harmony was over at Colette's with Logan and Regan toda, going over plans for their upcoming twins. Twins. It was still hard to believe...

Dean Winchester, father of two, and two on the way.Life had a way of surprising him when he least expected it. Plopping the basket in the back seat, he climbed in the driver's side and listened as the engine roared to life.

Sure, he could of simply walked to Rosewood, but what fun would that be? And what kind of road trip is that? He pondered as he drove. Oh, he had lots planned today. Coney Island, The Heights, a quick drive down Manhattan and they'd be back before the sun set.

Because, let's face it. They both had lives to get back to. People they loved and cared for. As he pulled into Rosewood's driveway, he honked his horn as a smile graced his face.

Jumping out, he ran straight into the door, nearly knocking over a young boy when he swung it open. "Em?" He called out, as he started for the kitchen.

Low and behold, there she was. "Hello, I'm stealing you for the day." He smiled at the rest of the students as he walked right up to her, grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

[Emma Lawrence]

Between Us

Why was it people always found her in the kitchen? Either she was eating too much, or she was far too domesticated for her own liking. She was at the table, sitting with a few of her students, discussing various matters like how some of the new birth control laws were infringing on women's rights, religion (which she really tried to stay out of), and--worst of all--how she and Cian were. Which wouldn't have been so bad if they had stayed off the topic of how active they were. Frantically trying to quell the riot that had overcome the table when the debate of whether or not they were wild lovers arose, amid fire engine red cheeks and nervous laughter, Emma had resolved to burying her face in her hands, shaking her head, letting the conversation go on.

She had finally picked her head up by the time someone came to her rescue when she felt fingers around her hand. Dean was by her side, pulling her to her feet. "Hello, I'm stealing you for the day." Her face broke into a genuine smile now, redness washing away from her cheeks. She sent a playfully threatening look to the table of students, who were looking on in fascination and jeering.

"You all are dead when I come back," she growled with a chuckle, pointing her finger at each one of them in a circle. "If any of this gets back to Cian, boys will be singing soprano and girls will never get another of my Sex and the City dvds." Luckily, she hadn't divulged any information on her sex life whatsoever to the kids, so they didn't have any leverage to use against her. Right now her mind was set on Dean, and why he was so intent on kidnapping her.

"Where exactly are we going?" she asked, walking with him to the door and grabbing her keys.

[Dean]

He hadn't paid much attention to the laughter, or jokingness that were the students that surrounded his guest of honor. All he cared about was escaping, even if it was just for a few hours. Luckily, Emma didn't struggle, she allowed him to tug her along like a puppy on a leash. The thought made him laugh.

"You all are dead when I come back, If any of this gets back to Cian, boys will be singing soprano and girls will never get another of my Sex and the City dvds."

Cocking a brow, he looked back just as she grabbed her keys and asked where they were going. "Sorry ma'am, that's for me to know and you.. well, you'll just have to find out." He grinned back at her as he tugged her towards his car. "Hop in, lets get this thing on the highway."

Sliding in, he grabbed the buckle, and clipped it in. Starting the car, he noticed the group of students were now at the door laughing and waving goodbye. Rolling down his window, he shouted out at them. "Have fun, we'll be back after dinner."

With that, he was backing out. Once he was on the road, he smirked over at her. "See? I still got surprises up my sleeve."

[Emma Lawrence]

"No fair," she whined, although excited, at the announcement that she might actually be getting abducted, since he refused to tell her where they were going. Her curiosity got the better of her, and Emma followed quite willingly to the car, sliding into the passenger side seat and buckling herself in. "Aren't you supposed to do all this romantic, secretive stuff with, like...your wife?" She scoffed, looking him over, noticing that he was in a surprisingly great mood.

What could be up that Dean would spontaneously take her out for a drive? Emma cocked her head to see what was in the backseat, having smelled some kind of foodstuffs, and found a picnic basket lying innocently next to Regan's car seat. Not wanting to make assumptions or lousy guesses, she said nothing about it.

He called out to the kids at the door and she slapped his arm playfully, insisting that they pull away faster, a grin stretching her resistant lips. "Sometimes I'm so glad I'm not seventeen anymore," she laughed.

"See? I still got surprises up my sleeve."

Emma cocked a brow, smirking. "Evidently," she replied with puzzlement. "To what occasion do I owe the privilege of being surprised?" As they rode on with the windows down, she felt the warm breeze push the smell of Dean closer to her. It was nice, just being with him, being able to spend time with him that wasn't fueled by pressure or danger or whatever else they always seemed to get themselves into.

[Dean]

"No fair, Aren't you supposed to do all this romantic, secretive stuff with, like...your wife?"

Laughing, he shook his head. "She's had her feel of romantic, secretive stuff." He paused then, glancing over at her. "Thought maybe I'd share some with you." He smirked, taking an exit towards Coney Island.

"Sometimes I'm so glad I'm not seventeen anymore,"

"We can still act like it, right?" It was rhetorical, of course. "Besides, that's kinda part of m surprise." He pointed forward as the large sign for Cone Island appeared up ahead. "We might be getting up there in age, but we ain't that old."

"Evidently," she replied with puzzlement. "To what occasion do I owe the privilege of being surprised?"

"Can't a guy take his best girl-friend-person... out for a surprise road trip without getting twenty-one questions on why, how, and where... and... yeah." He nodded. "No occasion." He quipped a second later with a light smile. "I just... I wanna spend time with the people I love while I still have it."

[Emma Lawrence]

She wasn't going to argue. Spending time alone with Dean was always welcomed and appreciated. They had always had something unique, and she wasn't anywhere near ready to part with it. Not until the day they both died. They'd proven that only one of them dying wasn't even enough to keep them apart.

"We might be getting up there in age, but we ain't that old."

"Damn straight, I'm a kid," she insisted with her hands up. "Trust me, I don't even think I've reached full maturity yet. The other day I was with Cian at a restaurant and I ordered a glass of wine, and when it arrived I was in a very intense conversation with him about the logistics of Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. I got some weird looks from the waitress."

Realizing that she was babbling out of nerves since he let on that his time was running out, she clamped her mouth shut, catching sight of the sign for Coney Island. Her eyes flickered to his hand resting on the gear stick, and she gradually slid her palm to rest on top of his. The certain connection that she always made with Dean, the one that never seemed to die or fade out, had her pulse racing and running on excitement and fear. Losing him meant losing part of her entire world.

She swallowed, not wanting to think about it. "So how is Harmony feeling? Showing yet?"

[Dean]

"Damn straight, I'm a kid," she insisted with her hands up. "Trust me, I don't even think I've reached full maturity yet. The other day I was with Cian at a restaurant and I ordered a glass of wine, and when it arrived I was in a very intense conversation with him about the logistics of Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. I got some weird looks from the waitress."

He laughed heartily, shaking his head once more. "Logistics of Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, huh? Logan loves those movies. I can only imagine the look on the waitress's face." He grinned. It suddenly got quiet, and it didn't take a genius to know why.

He'd be losing everything soon. His wife, his kids, his best friends, and niece and nephew. No words were needed just yet. Feeling her hand on his, he smiled softly, letting his thumb rub the inside of her palm.

"So how is Harmony feeling? Showing yet?"

"She's good, tired a lot but, that's kinda expected with twins. Showing? If you call a bump the size of a slightly deflated basketball showing, then yeah." He chuckled softly. "She's with Colette and the kids. Getting advice I think." He chuckled again as he pulled into the large parking lot.

"What about you, and Cian? Things going good? He back to his usual 'football is soccer' self?" He asked as he parked the car.

[Emma Lawrence]

It was better for all of them if he didn't say anything. For her nerves, for his health, and for their sanity. Every image of Dean flashed through her mind, from when she was a scared teenager at Rosewood to graduation to making out with him to him walking her down the aisle to him at Maura's birth to his death and back again. In a moment of internal panic, she clutched his hand as if he were water slipping through her fingers. He couldn't leave her, not again.

"She's good, tired a lot but, that's kinda expected with twins. Showing? If you call a bump the size of a slightly deflated basketball showing, then yeah."

A smile crept over her face. Ever since she and Harmony finally had their talk and made peace--although she had never really been sure what first caused the tension--she found herself sincerely caring about her. If she was important to Dean, she was important to her. And she was a wonderful women who deserved to be treated well. Emma wasn't one to upset that balance. "That's sweet," she said kindly, eyes flickering to her trimmed-down waist and flat-line hips. "It's always nice to watch that happen. Kind of miraculous in its own way."

She wasn't going to go on and on about the miracle of life because half of it she didn't really understand. It was a naturally occurring form of reproduction that happened explicitly and scientifically. But there was something about having children that went much, much deeper.

"What about you, and Cian? Things going good? He back to his usual 'football is soccer' self?"

Emma cocked her head back and laughed at the way he referenced Cian's old demeanor. It befit him to a point. "He's great; I mean--we're great. Everything's great." She snorted at her own obvious errs. Everything was great. Except she and Cian were still trying to figure out how or if to get her pregnant without...y'know, killing her. And that was causing a lot of unneeded tension around Rosewood.

[Dean]

"That's sweet,"

The feel of her grabbing his hand tighter, made him look at her a bit longer. She had that far off look, she got whenever something heavy was weighing on her mind. "Yeah," He replied in a hushed tone as he circled the parking lot.

"It's always nice to watch that happen. Kind of miraculous in its own way."

Finally, he found an open spot and parked the car. Cutting off the engine, he turned to her with a serious look. "Don't be gettin' all heavy on me. This is going to be a fun, light-hearted, care-free day. Understand?"

"He's great; I mean--we're great. Everything's great."

Opening his door, he got out. Leaning over, he looked back in. "And?" He asked, closing the door as she got out as well. "There's more, right? I mean, there's always more." Pausing, he locked the doors. "Spill."

[Emma Lawrence]

"Don't be gettin' all heavy on me. This is going to be a fun, light-hearted, care-free day. Understand?"

First of all, he knew her way too well and didn't have to read her mind half of the time. Second thing was that sometimes she needed her thoughts to be private and wanted to smack the shit out of him for constantly tapping into her brain. Some of those things were special to her and only her. It was the one place she could be alone all the time, when she didn't have to censor herself, where here worries and joys and everythings could fly around without hindrance. Sometimes when he read her mind without her permission, she felt a huge spiritual violation.

But it wasn't his fault. She wasn't exactly hard to read. Emma snickered. "Don't worry, I don't even talk to myself about stuff like that." Maybe it would spar him off for a while. Her mind was her own sanctuary and hers alone.

Emma kept an unbroken gaze on him as he did with her while they got out of the car. They shut the doors in sync, and she leaned on the top of the bar, chin on her arms, peering over at him. "Hell no," she said without a change of expression. "Didn't you just say we're not going to get heavy? Right now we're going to forget all about what's at home and have some fun." She started to round the back of the car to his side, linking fingers with him. "Besides, what you don't know will only keep you around. And I intend to have you around as long as possible." Her voice had turned grave, once again terrified of his imminent arrest and conviction. Emma pressed a ginger kiss onto his cheek. "Let's go have fun."

[Dean]

"Don't worry, I don't even talk to myself about stuff like that."

As she leaned against the top of the car, so did he. "Mhm." He hummed softly, raising a brow as she continued to talk. As she talked, she rounded the back and he offered his hand willingly as he listened.

"Besides, what you don't know will only keep you around. And I intend to have you around as long as possible."

He smiled as they walked into the large theme park. Despite the thoughts that lingered in his mind, he knew bringing it up, or even arguing with Emma wasn't the best thing to do right now. "Let's go have fun." He smirked. "Fun it is. Which ride first?" He chuckled heartily.

[Emma Lawrence]

It had been ages since she was last at a theme or amusement park. The rainbows of colors swirling around her, even in the daytime, was overwhelming. Different songs from different rides clashed together in a medley of unmatching tunes, accented by screams and laughter, machines roaring, and PA voices. Instantly brought back to her childhood, Emma squeezed Dean's hand again, this time with excitement rather than terror. Her eyes scanned the place, searching as far as she could for the perfect starting ride.

"Roller coaster!" she gasped, pointing with the enthusiasm equivalent to that of the group of six year olds with their camp counselor maybe ten feet away. Half of her decision was based upon the figuring that it was better to do the sickening rides before they ate, and before she had been on enough rides to make her afraid to pee in her pants. There was something about giving her body up to the will of a wild, fast-paced machine that had never settled well with her, but the thrill of survival at the end was always worth it. Partially the reason she didn't time travel unless it was involuntary.

"Come on, you slow poke," she tugged at his arm, pulling him alongside her to rush to the line. The roller coaster was racketing over the tracks as they approached, painted neon green, pink, and orange. Flames in the shape of the letters THUNDERCLOUD were written along the span of the coaster. It screeched around corners, growled during dips, and all but soared over the uphills, through the loop-de-loops, and among the corkscrews. "Oh yeah," she said with a daredevil grin, "we're definitely gonna puke on this one."

[Dean]

"Roller coaster!"

He felt a squeeze, and laughed as she pulled him along to get in the line. "Come on, you slow poke," Shaking his head, he looked up as they moved closer. Thundercloud, sounds like some kind of children's cartoon. He smirked. But that smirk quickly faded as he saw all the twists and turns and lopp-de-loops on the ride.

"Oh yeah," she said with a daredevil grin, "we're definitely gonna puke on this one."

His stomach churned at the thought, but knew it was going to be fun nonetheless. "Alright, this ride. Then some games, then some more rides." He said matter-of-factly, with a nod. "Then picnic at the heights." He tacked on with a smirk as he looked over at her.