Our Life Together
A/N: I know you'll all think the boys are too mushy and lovey, but I wanted it that way. I want the whole normal life thing to open them up and let their romantic side out. Please R and R! Wincest, Slightly AU (Ellen, Jo, and Ash are still alive, Chuck is still with Becky ;-))
Chapter 1: A Special Christmas Surprise
Sam was feeling extremely confident as he walked into Kay Jewelers. He was determined to propose to Dean on Christmas day, and make it special. The lady at the counter gave him a warm smile when he looked over the engagement rings.
"Hello, sir. Could I help you find something?" She asked.
"Actually, yeah. I need to find an engagement ring. I'm not really experienced." Sam said.
"Well, what is your girlfriend like?"
"Um, boyfriend. He's kind of quiet and shy, but sometimes he's very vibrant and energetic. I think something nice and simple would work best."
"Hmmm, would you like yellow or white gold?"
"Yellow, please."
She reached into the display case and pulled out a very simple ring. Sam smiled and studied it.
"I think this is exactly what you're looking for. 14K Yellow Gold, 1/4 Carat Diamond Solitaire. " She said.
"I think so, too." Sam said.
Sam's phone started to go off. Given the ringtone, he could tell it was Dean. He picked it up and answered.
"Hey, Dean. What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Nothing. I forgot to add milk to the shopping list. Are you still going to the store?" Dean asked softly.
"Of course, babe. I just had an errand to run before I head that way. Why are you being so quiet?"
"I just don't want to sound bitchy or anything."
"You never sound bitchy. I'll make sure I pick up some."
"Thank you, Sammy. "
"No problem. I got to go. I love you."
"I love you, too. Bye."
Sam hung up and again started to talk to the jeweler. After ten minutes, Sam had the ring in a nice little box that was in his shirt pocket. He walked out to the Impala and groaned at the thought of having to do the grocery shopping. That was usually Dean's thing. But Sam just got it done quickly and headed back to their home in Devine. Sam smiled at the thought. They'd been living in Devine for a total of two weeks now. He and Dean had been trying to decide how to fix up the house, being as it had no furniture and all the walls were white and plain. He always got a warm feeling when he was in the house and it got warmer when he was with Dean. Sam's smile grew bigger when he pulled into the driveway and Dean ran out to meet him.
"Sammy! I missed you! Sorry I made you do the shopping." Dean said, hugging Sam tightly.
"Hey, I missed you, too. And I thought we went over this. You don't have to apologize for asking me to do something." Sam said, kissing Dean's forehead.
Dean opened the trunk and started to carry in groceries. Sam frowned as he watched Dean try to carry all of them.
"Dean, I don't think so. You better put some down and let me carry them." Sam said.
Dean simply dropped two bags and carried the rest in. Sam walked in, and immediately noticed the salt lines. He shook his head and continued to the kitchen to help Dean put up the groceries. Dean was almost finished and Sam felt out of place.
"Dean, what do you want to do tonight? It's Christmas Eve." Sam said.
"Whatever you want." Dean replied.
"How about we eat some dinner and we can talk about what you want to do with the house. Sound good?"
"Yeah, it does. What do you want, Sam?"
"I'll cook. You just go relax. I don't think today was the best day for you."
"What do you mean?"
"The salt lines."
"Oh. I just-I was tired and I took a nap. It was just a little nightmare."
"Okay, Deanie-baby. Go sit. We'll talk about the house."
"Okay, Sammy-Sam."
Sam smiled. He just couldn't help smiling when Dean was near him. He quickly made two sandwiches and carried them into the room. He handed one to Dean and sat down.
"Okay, Dean-o. How about we start with the kitchen? What do you want to do?" Sam asked.
"Well, uhm, I kinda wanted to paint it candy apple red. And the theme could be kinda country. Like the borders could have apples and there could be a red and white checked curtain on that one window." Dean said shyly.
"Hmm… I like that. It'd have a nice homey vibe. Okay, how about the living room? I was thinking a nice blue color. Maybe baby blue with brown and white? Some brown furniture and wooden coffee tables. And white curtains."
"Um, I think maybe white furniture and brown curtains. But then again, white stains easily-"
"Dean, stop second guessing yourself. Just give me your ideas. But I think if we have friends with kids over, brown will be better."
"Now that I think about it, it would. How about the dining room? I was thinking we keep it white, but put some pictures on the wall. And the table could be a light brown wood."
"What if we painted sunflower yellow? We could have a white wood table and pictures of sunflowers on the wall."
"That would be pretty."
"Now, this we have to agree on. Our bedroom."
"Sea foam green with some darker blue tones. White bed frame, navy blue bed spread. And the carpet in there is off white, so it would match."
"Dean, how do you read my mind? I was thinking the same thing."
"I don't know. Oh, and the nightstands could be white, too."
"Sounds great. I think we'll deal with the rest later. You look tired."
"I am. Are you coming?"
"I have something I have to do first."
Dean nodded and walked into their room. As he changed, he wondered if Sam would be excited tomorrow. He also wondered if Sam would even like his gift. Dean sighed and laid on the pallet they made on the floor and fell into a light sleep.
Sam still sat in the soon to be dining room and typed in a number on his phone. He waited impatiently for someone to pick up. He finally heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello?" The voice asked.
"Hey, Bobby." Sam said.
"Sam! I thought you two idjits were dead! How are you? Where's Dean? Can I talk to him?"
"I'm fine, so is Dean. Dean's in the bedroom, sleeping. He's had a rough day."
"Okay. So, where are you at? Why did you just drop off the radar?"
"Well, me and Dean, you know, we-"
"You got it on in a motel room?"
"Oh, hell no. It's just, when I got my soul back, we gave into our feelings. Then we talked about things, and decided we were lucky enough to survive this long and we're now living in Devine, Texas. But that's not exactly why I wanted to call. Not that I don't like talking to you or anything."
"Well, spit it out. What did you want?"
"I wanted to ask you for Dean's hand in marriage. You're like a father to us, and I was going to propose to Dean tomorrow."
"You, wanted to ask me, for Dean's hand? I'm honored Sam. The answer is yes, you may. But boy, I better be invited the wedding."
"Of course. Dean will probably ask you to give him away. And he'll probably ask Cass to be in the wedding, too."
"Yeah, probably. Well, thanks for giving me a call. You boys be careful, okay? And take care of Dean. I know you don't know why I say that all the time. You need to get Dean to talk to you about John. I'll call you later."
"Bye, Bobby."
"Bye, Sam."
Sam hung up with a smile on his face. He was so happy, and yet, he was confused and worried about Dean. What had Bobby meant by Dean needing to talk about John? What did their father have to do with this? Sam's anger rose as he thought about the things John might have done to Dean.
'Did he abuse him? Jesus, please don't say Dad-raped him. Oh, God. Dean needs me. More than I ever thought he did.' Sam thought.
Sam went into their room and changed quickly. He saw Dean stir, then fall back to sleep. Sam smiled when he heard Dean say "Sammy" happily as he dreamed. Sam laid down next to Dean and wrapped his arms around him and stroked his soft dark blonde hair. Sam kissed Dean's forehead gently.
"Goodnight, my love." Sam whispered, as he laid down his head and fell into a peaceful slumber.
Christmas Morning…
Sam woke up before Dean and decided to make breakfast. He wasn't even half way down the hall when he heard a cry from their bedroom. He ran back to the room and found Dean kicking and squirming. Sam kneeled beside him and patted his chest gently, whispering soothing words to Dean.
"Baby, come on. Wake up for me. It's just Sammy. If you wake up, you'll see me. I promise." Sam whispered.
Dean woke up with a startled jump and looked at Sam. He hugged Sam tightly and cried. Sam just stroked Dean's hair, told him he was safe, gave him his shoulder to cry on. Dean finally released and looked into Sam's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. Don't be mad. I'll make breakfast and-" Dean said.
"Dean, baby, are you sure you're okay? You can tell me." Sam said.
"I'm fine. How about I make cereal?"
"Sure. And then, I've got a surprise for you."
"I have one for you, too."
They walked to the kitchen together and Dean made a bowl of cereal for each of them and they sat in the kitchen. Dean gave Sam a few looks and Sam looked at Dean with a worried expression. They went on eating and when they finished, Sam walked over to Dean and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Dean, I've loved you longer than I can remember. You've always been there for me, you've always taken care of me. I don't get many chances to repay you for it. I'm hoping if you agree, I can get more, be more for you. Be everything you've ever needed. And you're everything I've ever needed. Dean Tristan Winchester-" Sam got on one knee and pulled the box out of his pocket, "Will you marry me? Spend the rest of your life with me?"
Dean looked so shocked, so happy, so excited. Sam smiled as he waited for an answer.
"Yes, Sam. I will. That would make me happier than I've ever been." Dean said.
Sam slipped the ring on Dean's finger and kissed his hand. Dean pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Sam. Sam looked at it, he thought it was beautiful. A metal wire with a small charm of two heats together. The engraving read, 'Hearts that intertwine cannot be untangled, not by others. The bond we have is forever, and I love you till the end.' Sam wrapped Dean in an embrace and kissed him for what seemed like an eternity.
"Guess we have a wedding to plan. And a house to fix up." Dean said.
TBC…
A/N: This is going to be a long mushy love story. Thanks for reading the first chapter!