As by request, here is a shot at a sequel...
As he crept through the dark, Sam gripped a gun in one hand, braced over his other forearms, silver blade clasped tightly. He moved silently through the house, slipping through the rooms like a shadow, alert and ready for anything. The silence blanketing the house did not alay his fears, but instead, made him even more suspicious. When he heard movement coming from the end of the hall, he slowly stalked towards to dining room.
Keeping his breathing quiet, Sam listened hard to try to decipher what he was up against, but could only make out soft footsteps. He pressed his back up against the wall beside the doorway to the dining room, straining to hear any tell tale sign as to whether he should shoot or stab first. He was weighing his options when the scrape and click of metal on metal cut through the air and the threatening glow of a flame could be seen. Sam knew he had to act quickly.
Bursting through the doorway, Sam quickly directed the gun towards the source of the sound while simultaneously raising the hand with the blade, but froze when he found that a knife was pulled on him as well.
Relief washing over them, Sam and Diana lowered their weapons and started to snap.
"Jesus! You scared me half to death!" Diana sighed. "Don't creep around like that!"
"I scared you?" Sam protested. "You're the one in here with all the lights off, striking up a fire! What are you doing?"
Diana's mild annoyance quickly melted away and her lips stretched into a sweet smile. She spun the wheel of her lighter again and lit the candles positioned so carefully on the table.
As the pale purple and iridescent blue sky began to darken, the stars and moon rose to reach through the windows and entwine their silvery light with the warm glow of the candles. Sam smiled down at the wide spread of his favorite foods, set along the table as a dinner for two.
"What is all this?" he asked.
"I wanted to do something special for you, just as the two of us, before we celebrated your birthday with everyone else tomorrow," Diana confessed, biting the bottom lip of her shy smile.
"You're amazing," he hummed, pulling her into his arms and bending to kiss her lovingly.
"Happy Birthday," she grinned when he pulled away. He thanked her with another long kiss before sitting down across from her. As they ate and talked, he often found himself gazing at her in the soft glow of the candle light, and she would frequently smile dreamily as she watched the flames dance in his beautiful hazel-green eyes. Before the end of the night, they had committed themselves to each others' embrace.
By the next afternoon, their backyard was dotted with various neighbors and co-workers they had come to know and love. The smell of burning coals and cooking meat wafted lazily through the air as Dean manned the grill and talked cars with a couple of the other guys and Kara. The giggles of children rang out as they tried to wrestle and climb each other and, whenever they had the chance, Sam. Diana made her rounds, playing hostess, with Moose, a sweet, if large, Saint Bernard tailing her everywhere.
"Getting cozy over here?" Sam smirked at Dean when he came by to hand him another beer.
"Shut up," he said, rolling his eyes, an amused smile turning up the corners of his lips as he watched Kara laugh with a few co-workers.
"You still haven't asked her out?"
"It's not like that, Sammy," Dean sighed, flipping the burgers.
"But it could be," Sam teased.
"How about I ask Kara out when you ask Diana to marry you?" Dean shot back. Sam just sipped his beer. "Wait. Are you actually thinking about it?"
"Maybe..."
"Dude, do you think you're ready for something like that?" Dean asked, moving the finished burgers onto the serving platter and turning some hot dogs to check them.
"We've been together for a little under two years now," Sam smiled, his eyes following Diana as she twirled and danced with a little girl and boy who lived next door. "I know I love her and I know I can't imagine life without her. Why not make it official?"
"All right, I guess you have my blessing," Dean clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm happy for you, man."
"Thanks."
Gazing around at the lives they'd built about a year ago, Sam and Dean almost laughed.
"Jesus, look at us!" Dean chuckled. "Living the apple pie life! We got jobs, and houses! You got a dog and a girl! We're almost respectable!"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, well, you weren't kidding when you said playing Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith in Normalville would be the last place they'd ever look for us."
"Yeah, but who knew we'd like it so much?" Dean lifted the dogs onto another platter and walked them over to the patio table as Sam came up behind Diana, slipping his arms beneath hers and around her waist. He smiled when she barely missed a beat in her conversation.
"Oh my God," her friend, Betty, laughed. "You two are sickly sweet. And so young! I can hardly believe it! You should be out clubbing in the city somewhere!"
"Sam and I have never really been the clubbing types," Diana smiled, resting her arms atop Sam's and leaning into him slightly. "We're happy here." Moose tried to side himself between both Sam and Diana's legs, demanding to be recognized and given attention.
"Yes, and Moose. Moose makes us happy too," Sam laughed, scratching the pup behind his soft ears. "Baby, I think we're running low on ice. Do we have any more?"
"Yeah, in the garage, I think," Diana said, swinging her leg over Moose's back and excusing herself from her conversation with Betty. Sam followed her to the garage to help, Moose right on their heels, but stopped in his tracks when he glanced at the end of the driveway.
"Diana."
"Yeah?" She lifted her head before freezing as well. "Is that?"
"Yes."
Taking her hand, Sam led Diana to the bottom of the drive way where a very confused Castiel was standing, gazing up at their small house, head cocked to one side, brow furrowed. Moose growled.
"Castiel? What are you doing here? Does this mean they've found us?" Sam asked, snapping for Moose to sit.
"No, not yet," Cas said, then finally turned to meet their eyes. "But I need your help."
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Should I continue?