Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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As soon as the driver pulled away from the hotel, Ryanne released a breath, let her head drop back onto the head rest and closed her eyes. Her head had been throbbing all morning but she tried not to let it show or mention it, hoping it would just pass. Apparently not.
She didn't open her eyes for the whole journey, keeping her eyes closed to try and block everything out and concentrate on pushing the pain back for a little while and it wasn't until the car started to slow that she opened her eyes slightly and turned her head to watch Adam watch the scenery pass by.
Ryanne noticed that he seemed to be engrossed, so she sat up slightly and looked over his shoulder to see a beautiful little church. Her eyes widened at the sight of it before quickly closing when memories flicked in front of her eyes of the wedding, just like an old mini home video. She was somehow wearing a flattering dress, not too short and not too long. She remembered guests, an old woman crying. She looked up in her memory and saw Adam, a big grin on his face. She remembered the vows and she remembered the kiss.
Her eyes re-opened when the images had stopped and many things struck her as odd, like the dress. Where did she get it and where is was it now? Who were the people in the pews? She was so absorbed in replaying the memories that she hadn't realised the Rolls had stopped moving.
Ryanne was brought out of her thoughts very quickly when she felt Adam's lips on hers. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it and wanted to respond but he pulled away and rested his head against hers before hastily exiting the car.
She sat where she was for a few minutes, trying to figure out what was going on but exited the car shortly after. Her brow had furrowed slightly and her lips had pursed into a small pout at her confusion.
Her gaze shifted to Adam's face and caught his eyes, question poised and ready on the tip of her tongue when he spoke and answered her unasked question.
"Call it, part of the cover."
She nodded briefly and closed the car door before she headed over to him, a little worried and confused about the twinge of pain that his comment caused. She latched onto proffered hand and walked with him through the church door.
As they stepped in, she sucked in a breath at how pretty it was and it looked exactly like it did in her memories. The stain glass windows reminded her of the ones back at the church around the corner from her childhood home. Adam nudged her and she looked in the same direction he gestured too and noticed the priest standing there. He looked like a typical priest, old and grandfatherly and it helped Ryanne relax somewhat.
She started to pull Adam in the direction when she stopped at the tug because he wasn't moving.
"Here goes nothing, you're up sparky."
Her mouth hung open at his statement. Was he really going to make her go over on her own to ask him questions? She felt him squeeze her hand and felt only minutely reassured. "Oh no Buddy, you're coming with me." She tightened her grip on his hand and led him towards the priest. She suddenly felt like she was seven again.
"Excuse me? Father?" She waited until she caught his attention and she knew, by his smile, that this session would go very well.
She saw that he was approaching and decided to meet him half way, gently tugging Adam behind her. "Hello, Sir. We came back to thank you for performing the service for us it was beautiful.
"Oh it was my pleasure, Mrs. Winchester. You both seem so happy." The priest reach an arm out and patted her arm, giving her a big smile and she found herself smiling back at him, no matter how serious or odd the situation was to both her and her husband.
"I know it may sound odd but, we're going back to all the places we were last night to say thank you and ask for what they saw of us. It was such an emotional roller coaster that everything seems such a blur." A rosy tint stained her cheeks and she figured that it was only because of the look the priest was giving her. Lucky for her, he only saw it as embarrassment for asking him the question.
Ryanne leaned more into Adam whilst the priest told them his account of the wedding, about the guests and the dress and suit that both Ryanne and Adam wore and for a little while, Ryanne felt normal. That the supernatural beings she hunts, don't exist.
He really felt he was married at the moment when he was a "volun-told" that he would be partaking in conversing with the priest at this church. It was the last thing he wanted to do, just like his disliking of this place in general it were the priests that seem to see right threw him. If they see evil, or just his dirty little secrets. It's just their expressions, and seemingly fake smiles of intent that caused Adam with withdraw. If there was one person in the world that could make you feel uncomfortable, it would be a priest. If you belong to any religion or not. "Hello, Sir. We came back to thank you for performing the service for us it was beautiful." Adam nodded his head and just smiled, he didn't really have anything much to add to that. He wasn't sure how to really question a man of faith. But perhaps discretely would be among the keywords there.
"Oh it was my pleasure, Mrs. Winchester. You both seem so happy." When the priest reached out and patted her on the arm something stirring within Adam wanted to cut it off. Was it a pang of jealousy? Or did he just not want a potential creepy man touching Ryanne? That was defiantly a deep dive into Adam's psyche.
"I know it may sound odd but, we're going back to all the places we were last night to say thank you and ask for what they saw of us. It was such an emotional roller coaster that everything seems such a blur." Adam did marry a smart woman, it was an odd question indeed she was asking but the way she was asking to Adam it almost seemed like it wasn't really all that unheard of. Haven't you secretly wanted to know how someone felt about you when they saw you? Describing instances when you did this or that? Your friends do it while telling stories. Why wouldn't couples want to know how their love for each other was viewed through the eyes of others? Sure there are photos, and recounts of your love during the wedding itself but neither of them had those things.
When Ryanne leaned into Adam, he instinctively removed his hand from her and instead put his arm around her. Kissing the top of her head, if that be part of the ploy or just a reaction to her genius remained to be seen. Whatever by-product it belonged to, didn't particularly matter as it seemed like they were getting their answer.
"Oh my what a splendid idea. You two were very both much in love during the ceremony. Although neither of you have a lot of people in your lives right now, the church community that did attend were brought to tears. Mrs. Stewart was rather impressed at the vows." Well that explained all of the people there, in way Adam was rather impressed at a church community that could come together for a wedding of completely two strangers in love. But what was he going on about these vows?
"The vows, oh. Something you'd defiantly love to keep I presume?" The priest moved swiftly over towards the steeple to a pile of papers and began routing through them, in a rather hurry before pulling two pieces of paper out of the pile and bringing them to the couple. One piece of paper was extended to each of them, Adam took the one handed to him and he blinked several times. They were vows alright, printed, typed up, not hand written. The paper was normal 8x11 standard printer paper.
"If you'd like, you should head over to the Nicolas camera shop, he took various photos of the reception that you might be interested in seeing or perhaps keeping for yourself. If you need anything else, I'll just be over here." Placing a hand on each of their shoulders, he smiled and wandered off. Adam rolled his shoulder when the priest began walking away, he made a subtle face but wasn't particularly fond of being touched like that.
Vows, the one's that they had said to each other whilst being married into one another. It was an odd thing to hold, and it would be an odd thing to read for the first time. First time remembering speaking the words, it seemed proper that they have them. But what would they contain? What would they say? Would they account for true feelings and events? Or would it just be another thing masked in mystery like this whole thing.
"Ryanne..." It was the only thing he could say before his gaze fell silent upon her as they stood in the near empty church together.
As she leaned against Adam, she couldn't honestly recall the last time she felt as comfortable with man like she did right then and the small kiss on her head made her smile.
"Oh my what a splendid idea. You two were very both much in love during the ceremony. Although neither of you have a lot of people in your lives right now, the church community that did attend were brought to tears. Mrs. Stewart was rather impressed at the vows...The vows, oh. Something you'd defiantly love to keep I presume?"
Before she had a chance to ask him about Mrs. Stewart, he'd already gone to retrieve the vows. When he returned, he handed one to Ryanne and she barely noticed when he left them to it. Her eyes were glued to the thick printed paper in her hands. She noted the Church's crest in the corner only briefly before her eyes went straight back to the emotional words.
"Ryanne..." "Adam..."
Their voices blended together and as she looked back at him, tears formed in her eyes. How could something so emotional, so apparently heartfelt have crossed her lips with out her remembering? Marriage and vows were not to be taken lightly and the detail and meaning behind them, moved her.
She continued to look up at him as she tried to gage his reaction to the vows but after only seeing a flicker of something, she licked her lips and looked at her piece of paper.
"I, Ryanne Benedict, take you, Adam Winchester, to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, love what I know of you, trust what I do not yet know and fall in love with you a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us."
Once she'd finished reading them out, a tear finally spilled over and ran down her cheek. A rosy pink spread across her cheek bones and she refused to make eye contact with Adam. There sheer intimacy of the vows intimidated her slightly. It didn't help matters that she still couldn't remember anything about the service except for walking up the aisle. It made the anger towards whoever or whatever had done this to them, grow. They took so much from the pair of them and they were as close to finding them as they were when Ryanne and Adam woke up next to each other.
Ryanne hastily looked around and was glad that they were alone before she gathered the courage to look back at her husband, "I guess we should find that camera shop now, huh?" Her cheeks were flushed and she sounded a little shaky but a watery smile was on her face.
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Adam looked at his piece of paper curiously, the paper that apparently held his intimate words that he spoke to Ryanne the day of their supposed wedding. It was nothing more than a piece of paper to him, it should have been the canvas in which ones spills their heart upon but to Adam it was something foreign. Something new. He had never read these before, never spoke these words, did not write them. At least, he never remembered doing any of these things. But the fact is, it happened. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how or why.
Looking up from his vows he watched Ryanne, her eyes were welling but she seemed to keep her composure as they stood in the church holding the words they said to each other that they couldn't recall. Seeing her now, in this state, in this place. Memories were flowing back, he was reminded of how beautiful she looked. It sort of resonated into him thinking of how beautiful she looked now and that she did. In fact, that she always did. It's just something he never admitted or said aloud.
"I, Ryanne Benedict, take you, Adam Winchester, to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the man you will become, love what I know of you, trust what I do not yet know and fall in love with you a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us."
Adam watched as a tear ran down Ryanne's cheek, he couldn't help but feel guilt in some way. The words she spoke, they felt foreign he didn't remember them but he should. She spilled her heart out, or at least that's how it seemed. Did any of it shake Adam at all? Or perhaps, it was so intimidating he couldn't help but feel lost. Whatever or whoever had done this to them was cruel. They were far from a couple, and now they were husband and wife thrown into this situation recalling memories of how happy they were together during what should have been a happy time. Considering their occupation, it was something very few Hunters get to experience and given the circumstances it's something they had missed out on. That too, along with their normal lives. Taken away.
Was this helping them admit their feelings to each other however? Blessing in disguise of a sick game that is being played out by something more malicious?
"I guess we should find that camera shop now, huh?"
Adam's hand reached out, touched her rosy cheek and let his thumb brush across where her tear fell. His expression was blank, almost as if he were looking right through her for an instant before he worked up his own courage looking down upon his own set of vows before reading them out.
"I, Adam Winchester, take you, Ryanne Benedict, to be the one I wake up to in the morning only to see the sun reflecting off your smile as you look at me the way you're doing now. In love. You can be called many things, the sun in the sky, the star in my eyes, but I'll always remember you by the way the wind blows through your hair and the way you get upset when I don't put the toilet seat down. Your essence and beauty cannot be described in cliches but in experiences we shall share now and forever. This is my promise Ryanne Benedict that I will love you forever and always, no matter what life throws our way I can count on my best friend, and now my beloved wife."
Pausing for a moment Adam took in a deep breath. He shakily folded the piece of paper and carefully slid it into his jacket pocket, staring at the floor if only for an instant before looking back up at Ryanne. He had no clue what to say to her, what to even do. If they were married, and these were their vows, this was all real. Too real. It was their first time hearing them, and here they were in the place where it supposedly happened. Was their a "yada yada yada you may kiss the bride" after all the was said? If so, they should remember that. They should remember it all.
Adam leaned in, almost hesitantly and unsure but in his head it felt as if it were the right resolve. Welling inside were a pot of emotions he weren't sure were his but at this moment the only thing he wanted was to feel her lips upon his. So in what felt like an eternity Adam slowly placed his lips upon hers, kissing Ryanne in what he would have liked to have been an actual wedding kiss but that couldn't be helped. This could.
After again what felt like a lovely eternity this time, he broke away from the kiss looking at her.
Ryanne's breath stuttered at the touch of his hand to her face. It was an intimate gesture that neither of them had really given each other and it surprised her, enough to keep her blushing.
She was embarrassed as it was, crying at her vows when she doesn't even remember saying them. Adam probably thought her to be a typical emotional woman and the way he looked at her made her feel a little uncomfortable. It was as if he was looking straight through her, truly seeing her for what she was.
"I, Adam Winchester, take you, Ryanne Benedict, to be the one I wake up to in the morning only to see the sun reflecting off your smile as you look at me the way you're doing now. In love. You can be called many things, the sun in the sky, the star in my eyes, but I'll always remember you by the way the wind blows through your hair and the way you get upset when I don't put the toilet seat down. Your essence and beauty cannot be described in cliches but in experiences we shall share now and forever. This is my promise Ryanne Benedict that I will love you forever and always, no matter what life throws our way I can count on my best friend, and now my beloved wife."
Throughout the re-reading of his vows, Ryanne took the time to truly look at him to gage an impression of what he was feeling about the--situation that they were in as well as listened. She managed to pick up the different flashes of emotion, confusion, what looked to be regret but there was something extra that she couldn't quite place. Something that puzzled and concerned her, but not in a negative way.
Adam's vows were beautiful and quirky, the part about the toilet seat making her smile, the part about her being his best friend a little more teary eyed.
Ryanne was feeling waves of emotions that she couldn't become accustomed to feeling before they moved on or changed around so she could feel something else. It was exhausting yet incredibly satisfying. The fact that both of their vows were so heartfelt indicated that they meant a lot to each other...right?
The slow and deliberate movements that Adam used to place the piece of paper into his pocket with rapt fascination, unsure of what she should be doing or should expect from the man in front of her. Her hands had clasped together simply for something to do. She seemed to have accumulated a lot of nervous energy and alternated twisting her hands and biting her lip.
At his movement, her eyes locked with his and she could only watch as his face got progressively closer to hers before she let her eyes close because it got too silly to keep them open. The feel of his lips on hers felt different, right. In other words, the kiss was perfect and she couldn't help but return it.
When they finally pulled apart she couldn't stop the smile on her face, nor the grin that it turned into when he spoke, "Yeah, camera place."
Ryanne twined her fingers with his and, without a word, she pulled him towards the doors of the church and led him outside and opted to walk to the camera shop considering it wasn't that far away.
The silence they remained in was a blissful, comfortable one and Ryanne was reluctant to break it but she needed to, "They were lovely. Your vows, I mean. Funny but heartfelt. Weird how both were like that when we don't remember them..." She frowned at that and mentally kicked herself for lowering the mood and was incredibly glad for the camera shop coming into view.
"Okay then, Champ. There's the shop and I believe it's you're turn to speak..." She gave him a gentle shove in the right direction and followed, skipping around him like a little girl who has just been told she's going to Disney World.
Surreal wasn't really enough to describe what was going on, he was married to his best friend and now after apparently reading their vows for the first time the night after their wedding they were headed to view some of their wedding photos, to witness the events as if it were to be the first time. Fact is, it was the first time. Neither of them remember what happened on their supposed-- however now verified-- wedding day. So far they've had their ups and their downs, right now was an "up" but how long would that last until they realize something they never wanted was taken away from them. How long after will they realize that the fact that it was taken away from them, it makes them want it all the more. Perhaps that has already happened, at least with Adam. Why kiss Ryanne otherwise.
When they approached the wedding photographers gallery, Ryanne charged Adam with the lead on this since she lead that awkward discussion with the priest. Adam cleared his throat and nodded, approaching. Ryanne seemed giddy with joy, it made Adam smile as they walked into the store and the bell sounded. Adam was immediately struck with a visage of himself and Ryanne in a tux and wedding dress respectfully over the entire gallery.
Feeling his heart sink and then rise again at such a rapid rate made him feel queasy. Was this some sort of joke? Or were they being showcased for whatever reason, the store was completely empty so it wasn't like there was a crowd of people to see giant portraits of Adam and Ryanne laughing over a piece of wedding cake as they're trying to feed it to each other.
Adam touched some of the pictures with his hand as if wanting to physically see for himself that they were real, one of them had to hold the answers as to why this all happened. Someone in these photos would tell them the truth, if it be through the photo or a personal visit from Adam and Ryanne themselves. What more could they follow up on after the photographer? The caterer? God, if the caterer was behind all of this Adam wasn't touching a piece of cake again for the rest of his life.
"Ryanne, this is us on our wedding. We look so happy, why don't we remember it? Why can't we? Why is it that all we remember are the horrible things? Wedding or not. It looks like we're happy, like nothing matters. No seals, or end of the world, none of this angels versus demon crap mucking up our existence. Only us." Adam frowned as he looked over the photos more carefully, trying to spot something that would leap out at him and tell him the truth of the matter.
Whilst examining one of the photos he was startled by a croaky voice of an older Italian gentlemen as he stepped behind one of the photos that was being held up by a canvas stand.
"Ah hello there Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I've been wondering when you'd be stopping by! Figure young couple like you would want to immortalize your memories with some of my brilliant photos, might I add genius."
Adam tilted his head at the elder Italian man, he assumed this was Nicolas. He wasn't at all what Adam was expecting but than again he wasn't expecting much. These photos that surrounded him, none of them made sense, none of them he remembered. Holding, kissing, eating, laughing with Ryanne. It was all a memory that didn't belong to him, or was stolen from him. Even then, the events and actions lead to the wedding couldn't have been of their own volition. Could it?
"How many of these do you have? Do you have a catalog of smaller versions we can look at?" The way to go about this was examine all of the photos for something, anything that could tell them why this all happened.
She was still grinning when sher followed Adam into the shop and quickly pulled to a stop beside him as she gazed on wonder at the photograph in front of her. It was a photo of her, smiling, happy and looking remarkably at peace. When another photograph caught her and there was no wonder why it did. It was a photo of Adam looking incredibly fine in his tuxedo, smiling, no worry lines or stress, his eyes bright and happy.
"Ah hello there Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I've been wondering when you'd be stopping by! Figure young couple like you would want to immortalize your memories with some of my brilliant photos, might I add genius."
"Oh, I completely agree, they're absolutely gorgeous photographs." It may have been inappropriate considering their situation but she felt she had to give the man props where he was due. His photographs really were a work of art.
She moved away from Adam and walked around the gallery, inspecting the different photographs and was amazed to see so many people in them especially because they were all strangers and it made her wonder. Whoever did this to them both had obviously spent a lot of time planning because the tuxedo and dress seemed to fit them both perfectly, the vows being written, the money for everything and also the photographer. It was almost as if someone wanted them to be together but why?
"How many of these do you have? Do you have a catalog of smaller versions we can look at?"
Ryanne wound her way round the different photographs, stopping every now and then to take a better look, smiling at them but also frowning, still unable to comprehend the whole thing until she finally found her way back to Adam and slipped her hand into his. She looked up at him and was about to ask if he was okay when Nicolas came out with the smaller prints.
"Here you are! Take your time, look through them and just let me know which ones you want copies of and I'll sort them out for you."
Ryanne watched in amusement as the man scurried away into the backroom, a room she assumed was his office, to give them some privacy, though she did grow suspicious when she thought she saw his hair sticking out from the door frame.
Her attention was quickly brought back to the portfolio in front of her and a plethora of emotions exploded within her, "I guess we should open the portfolio, Watson. I don't think we'll find clues without it even open." She gave him a soft smile, and opened the cover with her free hand.
Adam paused and looked at the album Nicolas gave them, not before looking at Ryanne however as she slipped her hand into his. It was odd, his best friend now his wife and suddenly due to this unforeseen circumstances they were-- Together. In love, did Adam truly love Ryanne? It was a daunting question to think about, but the answer would probably be yes, she was there for him like no woman has been before. Dedicated, loyal friend who was now his wife, held the title of course under the pretenses that they don't remember getting married, but none-the-less. These photos represented the love he never admitted, that they never admitted. Out on display for the world to see, and it didn't bother Adam. It only bothered that he didn't remember, and that they didn't know who was behind all of this."I guess we should open the portfolio, Watson. I don't think we'll find clues without it even open."
"You're Watson." He muttered under his breath, smirking as he opened the first page and saw that the first photo was somewhat of an introduction one. Of he and Ryanne kissing in their wedding garments, the bottom a proclamation of those getting married, and the date of said marriage which is set as yesterdays date. He turned the first page, and his eyes widened at the amount, in all of it's entirety of the reception, the dinner, the dance. All of it, he couldn't help but freeze in his tracks as his heart raced with every turn of the page.
"This is surreal, defiantly surreal." He began flipping through the pages, seemingly entranced by Ryanne's beauty, her graces. The way they looked at each other in these photos seemed to be near unexpected. His eyes turning to her fully, this woman was his wife. Beautiful as she was, as happy as he felt it wasn't right they don't remember any of this. He cleared his throat, absently flipping through their day of forgetful bliss he called out.
"How much for the album? Just in these sizes?" It would probably cost a pretty penny, but he'd just charge it all to the credit card. "And, I'd like the front picture of the album in portrait size." He added quietly, that one was more for personal reasons. He isn't quite sure why, but he wanted it. If not to have something, a photo to hang someone, to keep and to have. He sighed as Nicolas came, smiling taking the photo album in hand.
"You can just have this copy of the album, let me go print out the requested portrait for you though." Taking the album in hand, Nicolas wandered back into the back room again. Adam heaved a sigh, turning to face Ryanne once more, letting his hands roam through her hair absently he moved in closely and put a kiss on her forehead. His heart fluttered while doing so, but it's something he just wanted to do. This was all too confusing, his emotions were begin to conflict with one another. But one thing was for certain was that though the wedding wasn't planned, his real feelings for her were beginning to surface.
In response, Ryanne stuck her tongue out at him before sliding a little closer to get a better look at the--their wedding album. She gave him a quick cheeky grin and jumped up and down slightly in childish excitement, "Let's open it!"
As soon as the cover had been turned and the first photograph was in sight, her breath caught. It was an amazing shot of the two of them kissing. It wasn't a cliche, soft focus photograph, but an incredibly clear and everything stands out. Her finger traced over the time and date of the wedding and hoped that it would trigger any memory of their wedding.
As Adam continued to turn the pages, she tried to take in as much of the photographs as possible, to create a second hand memory of their big day. Each new photo that came into view took astounded her and the scale of their wedding took her by surprise, the one thing that constantly seemed to confuse her. The photographs with just Adam and herself caused a smile to appear on her face, an automatic reflex, because they seemed so happy and so...in love.
The album held such significance that she didn't want to look away or leave the shop. Another photo that caught her attention was one of the both of them standing close together, holding hands and laughing. Their faces were so blissful, no stress of worries visible. It was as if the supernatural aspect of their lives had never existed.
"How much for the album? Just in these sizes?"
His call startled her and she looked up at him with a big grin. "Are you sure? These are professional photographs, not at all cheap."She turned back to the album and looked through it again, focusing on the others in attendance this time and caught the words "picture" and "portrait"
She turned the page and something caught her attention. She bent further over the album with a furrowed brow. There was someone in the shot but their face was in shadow but what confused Ryanne was that the person seemed familiar.
When Nicolas came to wards them, she closed the album and let him take it before Adam planted a kiss on her forehead. Ry turned so she was facing him completely and stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, "Thank you."
"Here we are then. We have the album and the request ready for you sir." Ryanne watched in admiration as the business deal went over smoothly but her curiosity peaked at the 'request'.
"Request? What else have you bought?" She stood on her tiptoes to try and look but she couldn't, see and a small pout formed which quickly transformed into a broad smile when Nicolas chuckled.
"Thank you much for your help and for the beautiful photographs. They're absolutely stunning." She leaned over the counter and squeezed his hand showing her appreciation. "But would it be too much trouble if we asked you who asked you to be the photographer? We'd like to thank them for organising something so special for us."
In all honesty, Ryanne didn't know whether she wanted to strangle the person who had caused them to marry or to thank them. Maybe seriously hurt them for making them forget but she couldn't really complain about actually being married. Just thinking about being married gave her warm fuzzy feelings and she's never had that before with any of her serious relationships.
"Oh, I think they wanted you to figure it out yourself. I suggest you find something to eat first, or go back to your room and...distract yourselves." And with a cheeky wink and waggle of his eyebrows, Nicolas squeezed her hand back and made his way into the back room.
Ryanne just blinked at the empty space before she turned and blinked at Adam and looked deep in thought, "I think we should do as he says." A smirk appeared and she gave him a sultry look, "Fancy going back to the room, Watson?" Ryanne waggled her eyebrows at him and pinched his bum before she ran out of the shop, back towards the car.
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That was a little suspicious. No, that was really suspicious. Nicolas knew something and he wasn't coughing up any information, why the hell would he urge them to go back to their room? Not like they had the same one anymore anyway. It seemed uncanny to say the least, as Adam held the album and the portrait close to his chest, he looked constipated in thought as Nicolas departed. That brief moment of silence they shared together, Adam couldn't take his mind off of Nicolas' words. There was something more going on here, someone didn't want them to remember for a reason. Not to be spiteful, but to hide something. Why? Who was hiding what and why? So many questions, but just one answer. The only clue the had was themselves, the photographer was a dead end.
"I think we should do as he says. Fancy going back to the room, Watson?" Adam tilted his head to the side and looked at Ryanne as she spoke, she was giving him a rather desirable look. To see that made his heart skip, his palms sweat. It was hard to get used to, the fact that they slept together not to mention everything else. Their relationship at it's core was friendship. Dare he thought of her as his best friend. Deep hidden and wanting feelings emerged, and now someone he held close to heart is looking at him like she wants to tear off his clothes. It made him nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. For something that has happened so sudden they've been keeping their cool. Not to mention the whole married thing. Most people would be freaking out, but their life expectancy is low. Why the hell not?
"Sure," He could barely get a word in before she pinched his butt and took off out the door towards the car parked outside waiting to chauffeur them back to the hotel. So many emotions conflicted Adam from being happy, he took one good look at the portrait he had made of the two of them in their wedding garb laughing happily next to each other as they attempt to feed each other cake. Who was that Adam and Ryanne? They had left them with this relationship, these unfiltered experiences. In a way, he wanted to thank himself but his actions could not have been his own if he didn't remember doing them. Absurd as that might sound.
Walking out of the photographers he watched as Ryanne made her way to the car. In an instant Adam swallowed he realized there was nothing he wouldn't do for this girl. Their friendship was already driven by standing up for one another, fighting side by side. Picking one up when they fall down. Now, there were these mess of infatuated emotions that cause Adam's heart to stir mixing everything together. He would die for this woman, father children with this woman. This woman was the only light in this dark tunnel worth travelling through to get to. If naught for all the evil in his life, he wouldn't have this one thing in the whole world he'd refuse to give up now.
With those thoughts in mind, Adam smiled and followed in tow as they moved into the car and back to the hotel. The ride was quiet, maybe not them but the scenery around held a quietness that was both eerie and comforting. Adam's hand enveloped around Ryanne's the entire ride. There was something stirring in Adam's blood, a determination to be a better man if not for himself then for her. So much to take in, that deep breathing was required and he continued to process this until they drove up the snowy peaks to the parking lot owned by the hotel.
Stepping out of the vehicle Adam took Ryanne's hand, the photographs under his other arm and lead her to their new room which was somewhat similar to the old one but a little more classier and a better locale when it actually comes to the sun rising and setting. How trivial is it that actual couples complain about things like that? Absurd, a room is a room. Which as they walked in, Adam closed the door and locked setting the photographs aside on the table, turning his head to Ryanne.
The journey back to the hotel was quiet and relaxed. Her head was turned towards the window and she watched the buildings and nature blur by. Adam was her best friend, the only friend she allowed to get close to her at all, every other hunter she met remained an acquaintance or a contact, not somebody that she expected to be worried about her or her about them. Adam was now her husband and it felt like it was the next logical step, even if it was unplanned.
She turned her head and looked at their entwined hands and only realised she was doing it, when she saw her thumb move gently backwards and forwards across his wrist when she noticed that his breathing had changed and caused her to look up at him.
She gave him a smile and before she could say anything to him, the car had slowed to a stop right outside the hotel and accepted Adam's hand out of the car.
Ryanne noticed that the hotel was a lot busier than it was earlier and she took the time to people watch as Adam lead her towards the lift and eventually to their new room and as soon as the door was opened, Ryanne walked in and flopped backwards onto the bed.
The room was completely different to the suite they were in before and it made Ryanne feel a hundred times more comfortable to be in it. She lay there, content in the quiet ad let out a long sigh before she pushed herself up to lean on her elbows, just as Adam locked the door.
Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered what she'd said and watched Adam with nervous eyes, yet underneath that, a hint of excitement. When she made the not-so-subtle suggestion, she meant it as a joke but now that she was here, she didn’t know if that was the truth. Did she really want to…have a tumble in the sheets with Adam? Her best friend, no, not just a best friend but her husband. Surely it would be okay then? Husband and wives had sex all the time. So why was she so nervous?
She pushed herself up until she was sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, her palms sweating slightly before she made the decision to go over to him, on the pretense to pick up the photographs, “I don’t think we should leave them so close to the door.” However, after she spoke, she didn’t move, she just fiddled with the portfolio and avoided eye contact with him, wondering if he could hear her heart thumping manically, almost painfully against he ribs.
‘Strong independent woman my arse. I'm a nervous wreck.' On that thought, she glanced up and her eyes locked with his.
The room was silent, like rolls of silence hitting the shores of awkwardness. One could hear the other breathing, like a loud trumpet sounding in the room, everything felt enhanced by the tension between the two both sexual and foreign as it were, neither could commit to moving or making any motion that might turn the other off. Despite the knowing fact of want, there was still the underlining fact that they never actually did this before, they've barely shared a kiss here and there, but sex? Aside from the night they don't have memories of, they've never engaged willingly into sex.
Ryanne was something of a beauty, always thought her accent added to the attractiveness of her allure. When they had first met, she made his heart throb but that was mere physical attraction. As he grew to know her, he felt a kinship with her. Never before that day had he met a hunter that was close enough in age to himself, she had experience to. He felt comfortable being around her, having her show him things, she was his only friend in a rather bleak life of hunting, demons, and angels. Ryanne was actually the only thing in this life Adam appreciated. Now she was more than a friend, but a woman in waiting. Married to him.
She looked at him, first propped up on her elbows which made Adam nervously excited and then she sat at the edge of the bed which made his heart skip a beat and jump sideways if at all possible. She seem just as flustered and flabbergasted as he was, one could barely contain how nervously flustered they were about this. But they couldn't just sit in this room all day. Well they could, but wouldn't that be more awkward?
When she stood up and approached him Adam almost slunk to the door. Ryanne he imagined was always the ballsy one, she had a bad ass way about her that made even women in comic books jealous. However when she approached she didn't slam Adam against the door and tear his shirt off and ravage him right there, she went for the portfolio, album, their wedding pictures.
“I don’t think we should leave them so close to the door.”
Adam looked at Ryanne when her eyes locked onto his. The look on her face, her eyes, hair, lips. Adam's hand reached out to brush his hand through her short cropped hair which had had commended to be extremely adorable. Ryanne felt soft, looked soft, and it was this Ryanne he loved among the many versions of herself that she showed him. He only hoped to see, and learn more sides of his now wife. Odd as it may seem thinking it, saying it out loud is more bizarre.
Wife.
Adam's hand came down from her hair, across the side of her cheek to the album she held in hand. Taking it from her and instead of placing it by the door he brought it to the nearby chair and set it down. Turning back towards her, he placed his hands on her waist and leaned in pressing his forehead against hers.
"Admittedly, I always thought about you on occasion-- Naked. Even before this. So, I'm kind of guilty of thinking naughty thoughts of my friend. It was like forbidden fruit." He smirked, trying to lighten the mood with a little sexual joke, hoping to ease the tension. Even if they didn't tumble in the sheets, he wanted to get past this. They could just sit in the bed for hours, laughing over the wedding pictures for all Adam cared. He just wanted to be with her. She might not have been blood, but she was family.
Well, they were husband and wife. So, she was in fact his family. He had that now.
So entranced with the feel of his hand on her face, on her hand, she didn't realise he'd moved and taken the album out of her grasp until she blinked and found him moving back towards her. Ryanne felt some of her confidence come back and she cocked her eyebrow as his hands found a place at her waist and he rested his forehead against hers. She didn't want to look away but because he was close, she couldn't help but go a little cross eyed and chuckle.
The thoughts of how they got there, her knowledge of the supernatural and the fact that all sorts of creatures existed, didn't seem to matter, it was as if they were never in her head. The only thing that mattered to Ryanne in that moment of time was Adam and herself. Husband and wife. It was... normal. They, in that moment, were normal especially as she rested her hands over his.
"Admittedly, I always thought about you on occasion-- Naked. Even before this. So, I'm kind of guilty of thinking naughty thoughts of my friend. It was like forbidden fruit."
A smile tugged at her lips as well as a faint blush and she leaned back slightly, "Oh really? You've thought about me naked? And what are you thinking of right this second?" Her small hands slowly moved up his arms, stopping to tickle the crook of his elbows slightly, to meet and link at the back of his neck.
Ryanne's smile seemed to grow with her confidence and before he could even answer her question, her lips softly slanted across his in a tentative kiss. Her fingers somehow threaded themselves through his hair as she moved herself closer to him, her brain seemingly shut off to all except for the plethora of emotions whirring throughout her body. The scratch of his stubble didn’t bother her in the slightest, if anything she enjoyed it.
She slowly pulled her lips away from his to catch her breath though her eyes remained on his lips,“Wow.” Her gaze moved from his mouth and locked with his eyes and she knew hers must have shown a lot of mixed emotions, lust in particular though Ryanne knew she wasn’t ready to follow through with it at the moment, she still felt as if she needed to find out more about what makes him tick.
Her hands released their grip on his hair and she took a gentle grip on one of his hands, slowly walking towards the bed. "I think it's time we got to know one and other better and discuss our situation further. Which means, sadly, clothes will have to remain on our persons."
Once she reached the bed she kicked off her shoes and scrambled on top of the covers and lazily lounged against the soft, thick pillows. "However, the removing of shoes is quite acceptable." A cheeky grin was aimed in his direction as she patted the bed beside her.
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Adam was flushed in mild embarrassment when she seemed to cheekily respond to his confession of thinking of her naked. It was truly an odd fascination he had from time to time when they worked together, talked through IM, or over the phone. It was the subtle flirtation in their messages, the jokingly placed lustful comments. There was an invisible line in the friendship that one dared not to cross because their friendship felt more valuable to Adam at the time. Though he often fantasized crossing that line, he couldn't help but think about her in "heat of the moment" type scenarios, just going off on each other like pipes ready to burst at the seams, just purely steamy. It was a moment like this he thought of admittedly, when her hands began to trail up his arm a slight shiver so subtle rocked his body. He tensed up when he felt the flesh of her hand on the skin of his neck, then confidently relaxed at her touch as a faint smile crossed his lips. Before he could come up with a clever retort of some sort however he was struck with a kiss, eyes widening for a brief moment and then he fell victim to her lustful lips.
He felt his hair being mangled in-between her fingers, his hands around her waist tightened and brought her in closer to him. He could feel her heart in her chest beating through his own as they were pressed up against each other. His mind racing, his pulse pounding in an orchestra of emotional triumph as he felt so many different sensations coursing through his being.
Though it lasted as long as one could hold their breath, as Ryanne pulled away he felt her gaze on his lips. Simple “Wow.” was all that needed to be said, Adam's thoughts exactly. It was then, they locked eyes.
“Wow.” He simply repeated, as if it needed to be confirmed by a second party. However, one was enough though it seemed like it couldn't be said enough.
He was particularly confused when she took a step back, and headed to sit back down on the bed. Was this some form of foreplay or was she rethinking all of this? Adam didn't want to jump to conclusions but his heart raced in nervous wait as he listened intently as she began to speak.
"I think it's time we got to know one and other better and discuss our situation further. Which means, sadly, clothes will have to remain on our persons." It wasn't exactly what he thought it would be, but he was glad she wasn't freaking out and taking off all of a sudden. He smiled and wandered over the bed himself, tilting his head once more at her removal of boots before she came with a witty remark.
Laying down with his head propped up in his arm at the beckoned location he watched her. How well did they need to get to know each other, Adam thought Ryanne knew him pretty well-- In fact if anything she knew him better than anyone else. It almost made Adam scared that she was so close, especially now. He felt like he depended on her a lot, and he felt as if she depended on him. What Adam feared the most was letting her down. Hurting her. Though, if fear prevented him from being with her than fear would have killed him long ago when his mother was murdered by ghouls.
"Can't we just make-out on the bed?" He jested, unsure of what they needed to talk about. Though there might have been one or two things they needed to do to clear the air, sort things out. Getting out of marriage would be a lot more difficult than getting into one, however altering it not so much.
"I'm thinking Winchester isn't really the name we should have on the marriage certificate, perhaps if you were ok with it we can head to the office on the way out of town and get it changed to Milligan?" Was easy enough, not like they were getting divorced or anything the day after. If asked, Adam could just tell them the truth. He truly is coming to grips with his identity. Winchester isn't going to get him places, Milligan is a name of potential. Potential for a this situation, to grow into something workable.
"But uh, sorry. Sounds lame. What did you want to know?"
She watched him as he approached the bed and even though she knew nothing was going to happen, she couldn't help the fact that her heart rate increased.
It amazed her how handsome he is and at how effortless his movements were, even more so as he lay down in the spot next to her. A small smile graced her lips as she tilted her head down slightly to look at him.
"Can't we just make-out on the bed?"
Ryanne eyed him with a look of contemplation and sucked in a breath, "Maybe we can make out on the bed afterwards?" The little twinkle in her eye showed that she was joking, yet more of it showed she wanted to make out with him, probably as much as he wanted to make out with her.
Just as she was about to ask her first question, Adam beat her to it, not so much with a question to find out information but a question for a suggestion.
"I'm thinking Winchester isn't really the name we should have on the marriage certificate, perhaps if you were ok with it we can head to the office on the way out of town and get it changed to Milligan?...But uh, sorry. Sounds lame. What did you want to know?"
Ryanne sat up and faced him, crossing her legs to sit in a meditation pose. Concern was written all across her face, unsure if he felt sad about being a Winchester. Her hand reached out and gently ran through his hair, just for comfort, though the action seemed to soothe her nerves, making her wonder if it was only for her benefit, "Changing it to Milligan is fine. Your mother's name, isn't it?"
Her voice went quiet, not sure if she should carry on, instead opting to go for a more light hearted approach, "So, I know you're favourite colour is yellow, your favourite film is Pretty Woman and your favourite book is Pride and Prejudice. What I want to know is, what is your idea of a romantic date. Aaannnd, go."
A smile adorned her features and her eyes were bright, showing the laughter she wanted to release. Her hand was still in his hair and she slowly withdrew it, running it gently across his face before bringing it back into her lap, "So, are you going to spill? Enquiring wives want to know."
