"Sam… Sam… where are you going?" Dean asked as Sam pulled his bags out of the backseat.
"I'm leaving. Don't try to find me, Dean. I'm serious" Sam replied with a scowl on his face.
"Fine! If you really want to leave, I'm cool with it. But don't call me when you feel better and you want to be buddies again." Dean called after him. Sam turned away, and walked away from Dean.
Dean cursed, and hopped into his 1967 Chevy Impala and slammed the door shut. "I'm gonna kill that kid."
1 Year Later
"Hey babe, you want a beer?"
"Yeah, sure." Dean called back. She walked into the living room, and handed Dean the beer. "Thanks, Alison." He smiled. He patted the sofa next to where he sat, and she plopped down. He put his arms around her, and she kissed his cheek.
"Put on MTV!" Alison exclaimed, trying to grab the television remote from the other side of Dean.
"Hey! I'm watching this!" Dean laughed, prickling at Alison's stomach. She cried out with laughter, and closed herself into a ball. He opened her up, and lifted her chin. She closed her eyes as he kissed her. She smiled in between his pecks. The phone started to ring, interrupting their affection. "I'll get it." He smiled, standing up. Alison sighed, and threw herself against the couch and stretched out. "Hello?" He asked, winking at Alison. She smiled back. He hung up the phone. "Just some animated voice thing."
"Good!" Alison smiled. She stood up, and leaped up to Dean. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You ready for bed?" He asked, setting her down.
"Already ahead of you!" She exclaimed, running down the hall and up the stairs. Dean followed her, reaching for her as he ran after her. They sank down onto their bed in laughter and warmth.
The next morning, Alison woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Dean was downstairs cooking her breakfast. She hobbled down the stairs groggily, and plopped on one of the island barstools across from the stove where Dean concentrated on his cooking.
"Morning Sunshine." He smiled, planting a kiss right on top of Alison's head. He slid a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon in front of her, followed by a big glass of milk. She dug into her pancakes, and gulped down her glass of milk. When Dean looked back at her, she had finished the plate of pancakes and downed the glass of milk. He chuckled, and sat next to her.
"Thanks, babe." She smiled at him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "It was delicious." She kissed him, and skipped into the living room. Dean looked down at his beeping cell phone, and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Dean, it's me. Don't hang up again." Dean's eyes widened and he snapped the phone shut. That was the second time he had called in twenty-four hours. Dean wasn't ready to talk to him. He didn't want to talk to him.
"Who was that?" Alison asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Another one of the automated things. They are really annoying the hell outa me." He smiled.
"Okay." Dean was mesmerized by her smile. That was one of the things he loved most about her. Her blonde long hair and her sparkly grey eyes made her beautiful. Her personality was different from any girl he has ever liked. He was in love with her, more in love than he has ever been. Even with Lisa. She was everything that he always wanted.
"Hey, babe, do you want to go out for dinner?" Dean asked, sliding the phone over.
"Yeah! That sounds fun! Pirelli's?" She asked, mentioning their favorite Italian restaurant. Dean nodded, and smiled.
When it was time for dinner, Alison wore a short black dress, and Dean wore a blazer. They got to the restaurant and sat down at a circular table. Two candles were lit. Dean ordered a beer and Alison a glass of red wine. When the drinks came, Alison noticed something on the neck of the beer bottle. It was shiny, and sparkly.
"Dean… what is that?" She asked, pointing to the shiny object. He looked back at her. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was. "Is it?" She asked, surprised. Dean pulled the object off the neck of the bottle. He stood up, and kneeled down on one knee. The people around the restaurant started to smile, and gaze at Alison and Dean.
"Alison Rose Haines. When we first met, you didn't like me very much. I mean, I almost hit you with the Impala." Dean chuckled. "But ever since then, I learned so much about you, and I've fallen in love with you. You are the most amazing person I've ever met. You know me, and you know I'm not good with commitment. But I know that I am committed to you. Alison, will you marry me?" He asked, holding the ring up to her.
Alison's face became red, and flushed. Her hand flew up to her face, and she smiled under her hand. Tears leaked down her face. "Yes. Yes!" She exclaimed. Dean stood up, slid the ring on Alison's finger. She wrapped his arms around his neck, and he spun her around.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. They kissed, and the restaurant clapped and cheered.
They were walking back to the Impala, Alison's arm wrapped around Dean's. She examined the diamond on her finger, and smiled. "Dean!" Called a voice from behind them. They turned around, smiles still on their faces. When Dean saw who the voice belonged to, his smile instantly faded.
"Go wait in the car, Ali." Dean said.
"Okay." She kissed him on the cheek, and turned back toward the car.
"Hey Sam." He sighed.
