A million more first times

I felt nauseous. "Mason calm down", I told him. "Calm down?!" growled Mason.

"Walk!" Mason grumbled as he pointed to the exit. I glanced back to the grand hall and my lips trembled. "I can't leave," I whispered. He made me scared. "Then I will help you," roared Mason as he grabbed me by my hair, I groaned in pain.

"S-s-stop, please Mason, please stop," I begged him. I pinned my feet down, throwing in all my weight to hold ground. "You are my wife, you should listen to me," mouthed Mason with rage in his voice. "I am not your wife," I reminded him.

Jason hooked me with a fist, right in my face and I flew backwards. My face hurt so bad. I had a hard time getting up, but I tried.

The door flew open and Dean was at my side. "Princess…" breathed Dean. "Leave her, this is none of your concern," Mason warned Dean. Dean tilted my face to look at him and his expression seemed pained.

He held my gaze for a split second and then he was gone. "Help her," ordered Dean to someone I could not see.

I saw that Dean approached Mason, I heard punches and Mason was cussing for the life of him.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes open, everything hurt so much.

I was being carried, that was all I could remember before everything went black.

I slowly opened my eyes, one by one. Everything seemed hazy. I felt disoriented as I looked around the room. "You are awake," said Dean, relieve colored his tone.

"These last few minutes felt like hours," he sighed wary. His hair was a mess and his tie was hanging loose. "You had me scared there princess," Dean kissed the temple of my face and I flinched.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Did I hurt you?" he worried. I shook my head 'no', I did not want him to feel guilty. "My boys," my voice cracked. "Dean, my boys," I stressed as I felt my throat close down with worry.

"Where are they?" Questioned Dean in all calmness. "I don't knowwww…" I cried out. "Where could…" Dean trailed off. "Where could that douchebag have taken them?" Asked Dean while he got off the bed I was laying in.

"My mom, I think." I could only guess. Dean scratched behind his head. He picked up my purse. Where did that come from? "What is the password of your phone?" said Dean, still abnormally calm.

"It is a combination of my kids birthday's," I swallowed. "It is 6113," I told him. Dean went through my phone and then I heard him speak.

"Good evening Ma'am, my name is Dean. There has been an incident. Are Melissa's sons with you?" Asked Dean. "Well, that's great, please do not open the door for Mason," Dean calmly instructed to, what I think was my mother.

"Yes, well he has hit her," he told her. "No, she is fine. She is safe," Dean went on. "I am going to send a car to pick you and the boys up right now. Do not open the door," Dean said calmly.

Dani walked into the room. "It's her mom," mouthed Dean. "I am going to pick her and the boys up."

"I want to come with," exclaimed Dani. "That way the boys will feel safe," she explained. "Alright, Go now," was the only thing Dean said. Dani darted out of the room.

Dean was pacing up and down the room. "Dean, please stop," I blurted out. Dean turned to look at me. "You are making me feel dizzy," I confessed.

He was quiet for a while.

"Melissa?" Dean finally broke the silence. "Yes," I answered him. "Has this happened before?" his voice was shaky.

I shook my head 'no'. "He hasn't," I said. That was the truth. Dean stared at me for a while. "Well, one thing is for sure, from now on it will never happen again. I will make sure of that," vowed Dean.

I swallowed.

"Where am I?" I looked around the room. I was lying in a canopy bed, but it was not the same one as the one in Dani's room. This bed was a little more extravagant, with white curtains.

Dean pressed his lips together. "You are in my bed…" he murmured a little uncomprehensive, still standing on the other side of the room.

I bit on my lip. My head was still spinning. "I am so tired," I muttered. Dean slightly cocked his head and approached me. "My boys Dean…" I said and closed my eyes trying to prevent the tears from falling down.

It did not help much, I sobbed uncontrollably as the emotions sought relieve. Dean came to sit on the bed and stroke my hair. "You can break down, you are safe with me," stated Dean, letting me know that I could let my guard down.

"It will be okay princess," said Dean and gently brushed my teary lips. "I will never let anything bad happen to you ever again," he vowed to me.

He was promising me things, he could never uphold. He must of known that in his heart. Dean took his jacket and his shoes off, and then threw his tie to the other side of the room.

"Close your eyes beautiful," he softly ordered me. "Just close your eyes," he said soothingly, coming closer to me again.

I did as he told me and I felt him climb on the bed next to me. Dean gently pulled me in his arms, and I felt my entire body relax in his embrace. I pressed my head against the material of his shirt and breathed in the delicious smell of his cologne.

Dean kissed the crown of my head and I sighed heavily. "Dean…" I breathed against his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Mhh.." mumbled Dean, stroking my hair. "Maybe you should go downstairs," I told him with a lump in my throat. I did not want him to go.

"Why," Dean uttered huskily. "Because, because," I tried to say. "Because you are the host of this part of the evening," I remembered him. "They will be fine without me," chuckled Dean.

I thought about that, he was probably right. "But Dean, there are probably people waiting for you… And I mean.. the night is not over yet," I said. Dean cocked his head to look at me. He had this boyish grin on his face.

"Princess, are you trying to get rid of me?" said Dean in a playful tone. I was. I was feeling nauseous and at any given minute, I was going to puke. "I feel really sick," I told him, not able to hide it any longer.

"I need to… I need to… " I tried to get up and Dean was now comprehending what was happening. He scooped me up bridal-style and carried me to the bathroom and placed me in front of the toilet. Dean held my hair up, and before I could protest, my stomach started to empty itself.

"It's alright," soothed Dean. "Just let it out," he calmly said.

My face felt sweaty after a while. Dean rubbed my back up and forth with one hand, and with the other he still held my hair.

When my stomach was finally calmed down, shame overwhelmed me. "Oh no…" I complained with my hands before my eyes.

"You must think I am revolting," I whispered. "It's okay," he insisted again and helped me up. Dean guided me to the sink and turned on the warm water. He took a cloth and drenched it. Dean brought the cloth to my face, cleaning me. All the while he held my gaze.

"Let me see." Dean was looking around in the cupboard. "Ah, there." He held out a new toothbrush and opened the package with his teeth. He put some toothpaste on the brush and smiled at me.

"Open up," he said now being serious. I frowned at him and opened my mouth as Dean brought in the toothbrush.

He actually started brushing my teeth and I started giggling. "There, there," he murmured trying to concentrate. "Just let me finish," he said acting like he was inspecting me.

"Now spit" Dean said raising his eyebrows once, with a hint of a smile. Trying to hold my laugh, I did as he told me.

Dean took the cloth and washed my face again. I was done and it felt like he was beholding his accomplishment. "Well that's a first," a grand smile broke through Dean's lips.

I bit my lip and looked at my feet. "Thank you," I said shyly looking up at him.

I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on his shirt. "I can't wait to make a million more first times with you," vowed Dean.

Grieve for something I never had to begin with, but was bound to lose, overwhelmed me.

"You have your whole life ahead of you," a cry escaped my lips. Dean cocked his head and looked at me.