DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling.

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She's something he's never encountered before.

She's fiery and brave and stubborn to the point of stupidity – everything he is – and he realizes this is what he loves about her.

She's not some random vapid blonde who couldn't keep up with his life if he tried to tell them. She's not ignorant; she doesn't pass off the horrors he's faced as 'things that go bump in the night'. She's not weak; she doesn't let things that she doesn't understand to walk by her with no explanation.

She doesn't let him smirk his way into her bed for a one-night stand. She doesn't let him use a fake credit card at the diner when he sets up their date. She doesn't let him sleep alone after that first nightmare, that first night he slept at her house (because he's sick of crappy motels and getting back-aches from sleeping in the Impala).

She tells him she wants an honest relationship. She tells him that honest relationships started with honest dates, and honest dates were paid for by honest dates who paid with honest credit cards. She tells him to move over, because she's giving him what he wants by sleeping with him, but adds that she's going to do nothing but sleep with him (at least for that first night).

She's smart and witty and humorous, with a sarcastic barb as sharp as his. She's helped him face his toughest fears and she's helped him research for his dubious occupation. She's fought beside him and fought for him and fought with him, and she's strong and doesn't back down.

She's tough on the outside, yet soft and vulnerable on the inside – just like he is – and he realizes that maybe, just maybe, she's the one.

She's something he doesn't want to lose.

So he tells her all this, and tacks on – almost thoughtlessly – a big bomb at the end. He's horrified for a second, berating himself for ever asking her that question, because he's not sure if she's ready or heck, if he's ready.

But all those doubts wash away as she shrieks loudly and he's reminded again of why he asked her that big, big, big question, almost like it was on the tip of his tongue.

Because he knows it's no accident – he meant to ask her, whether now or later didn't matter – and he knows she'd say yes.

Because he loves her and she loves him, and that's enough, really, for both of them.

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