"Promise me that you'll marry me."
"I promise." Dean smiled, kissing Cas' forehead softly, taking his hand in his own. He ran his thumb over the silly plastic ring on Castiel's fourth finger. Oh, how the time had flown. It felt like just yesterday they were pushing each other on the swing set outside of the apartment building they shared.
The dark haired man rested his head on Dean's shoulder, letting out a happy sigh. It had been a whole month since they had gotten kicked out of their apartments, and now, they had to worry about where they would go. They always had the Impala, sure, but they needed a permanent place. Somewhere... big. Big enough for the two of them, at least.
Dean went over the details of their plan in his mind. Cas wants to become a doctor, he's studying real hard, but his family won't help him because he's queer. Dean, however, has no idea of what he wants to do with his life. He thought about repairing cars. He's good at that, after all. He thought about law enforcement, since he wanted a thrill. Hell, even military work crossed his mind.
His job right now, though, was waiting tables at a 50's style diner.
Just two more days and they'd have enough money for three month's worth of rent for a cheap apartment.
"Dean?" A voice called to him from behind, and the two of them turned around to see Sam, and his girlfriend, Jess. "Dinner time."
Sam was about 16 now, and living with his girlfriend and her parents, since their father had been gone for a long time. Jessica's parents had let Cas and Dean stay for only one day, considering that Sam was family, and Jess taught Sam how to do the puppy dog eyes.
Dean's eyes looked to the two of them holding hands, and he smiled, hoping that it would last forever. Sammy deserved to be happy, after all. "Yeah, we'll be right there, Sam," Dean smiled. Sam smiled back and walked into the house with Jess.
"Hey, Cas?" Castiel turned his head to look at Dean. He always gave full attention when Dean called his name.
"Yes, Dean?"
"What would you say if I decided to join the army?" Cas swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that if Dean joined the army, he'd be away for long periods of time, and, well... he might not even come back. However, if it was what Dean wanted, Cas couldn't stop him.
"I'd say be careful," the man said quietly, looking up at the stars. "It's so dangerous... and you may not come back. Or, if you do, you might be wounded. Mentally and physically."
"And if I really want to serve my country and do everything I can to keep you and the rest of the nation safe?" Dean kissed his cheek. "Let's face it, Cas, I can't really do much. I only know how to fix cars and shoot guns."
"You also know how to make people happy, how to cook, how to clean, and how to make me feel... secure." Dean sighed, giving a soft smile.
"Come on. Dinner's probably getting cold."
