A New Beginning
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Chapter Three
Dean walked swiftly up the walkway to Sara's apartment. It had taken him a total of fifteen minutes to get from the hospital to his house (to freshen up, of course) to her place. As he came to the front door, he stopped and knocked. Seconds passes before the door opened.
There was a man. He was roughly Dean's height, had black hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing a red polo shirt and jeans.
"You are," the man inquired.
"I could ask the same of you," Dean shot back. He was disbelieving the fact that his Sarie cheated on him.
"Who is it, Marc," Sara asked as she appeared in the doorway, "Oh! Dean!"
Sara came out and wrapped her arms around Dean, planting a kiss on his lips. Dean didn't move to help or to stop her show of affection.
"Dean," she asked as she looked at him with a confused look. A look of understanding came over her as she quickly said, "Dean, meet my brother Marc. Marc, this is Dean, my boyfriend," she said gesturing to the appropriate male at the right time.
Dean suddenly was a bit embarrassed. How could he be so stupid? She had had diner with her family, including her brother. Duh. Now he felt like an asswhole. Great. Just great.
"Uh... hi," Dean offered as he looked at Marc.
"Hi," he said happily, "So you're the one I've heard all about."
"Guess so," Dean shrugged.
"Marc," Sara interrupted, "Give us a minute. Tell Mom and Dad we'll be right in."
Marc nodded and was gone, door shutting after him. Sara turned to Dean.
"You thought I was cheating on you Dean," she asked, rather upset.
"It kinda looked like it," Dean said as he shoved his hands in his pockets, making himself look like a whipped puppy.
"Dean! I thought you and I had trust!"
"I do trust you!"
"Then what was that," she asked as she folded her arms.
"That was not trusting another man," he said as he smirked.
"Dean," she said seriously, trying to hide a giggle.
"Okay. Sorry."
Sara took a step closer to Dean saying, "I'd never sleep with another man. I promise. Alright?"
"How do I know that's true?"
"Because the only person I can think of is you."
"Dido," Dean said playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her fiery.
Later that Night with Dean, Sara, and her family in the Living Room…
Dean wasn't nervous. Not one bit. Okay, he was a little nervous. Just a little. No, he was a lot nervous. He was so nervous that he would be bouncing off the walls – if that were possible. Dean was meeting Sara's family for the first time. Ever. That was definitely something to be nervous about. The only other person he had dated that long was Cassie. And he's met her parents while playing the role of good Samaritan, (he saved Cassie from a poltergeist's wrath) so he was automatically in. Now he had to prove that he could be a great guy. Or he might be in a bit of trouble…
When Dean had come in, their diner was finished and the dishes needed doing, so Dean offered to help. That earned him bonus points with her parents. Afterward, all five of them sat down in Sara's living room. It was nicely sized and painted a deep red. There were two couches, seated across from each other with a coffee table in the middle. All the wood in the room was a red oak color. Assorted desserts and several cups were on the coffee table. Dean and Sara sat on one couch, her parents on the other and her brother on a chair he had pulled up.
"Dean," Mr. Williams said, "Tell us about your family."
"Uh... okay," Dean began, "Well, I live with my parents and my brother and his girlfriend. Sam and Jess just had a baby. I guess that makes me Uncle-"
Dean didn't finish the sentence, because Sara interrupted, "Your brother had his baby! Was it a boy or girl?"
Excitement radiated off of her as he answered, "Boy."
"Congrats! You're an uncle," Marc said. "Now if someone," he said gesturing to Sara, "Could get hitched, I might be one too."
Dean blushed a little. That was awkward.
"Marc," Sara scolded.
"Sorry," he said as he tried to hide a smile and stood up, "I've got to go anyway. Professor Simons assigned a report due tomorrow and I haven't even started it."
"That's why we pay for his college," Mr. Williams said jokingly.
Everyone giggled a bit before Mrs. Williams chimed in, "We better get going too. The shop needs to open early tomorrow. We have to arrange flowers at a wedding!"
Marc, Mr. and Mrs. Williams all shrugged their coats on and were out the door within five minutes. As Sara closed the front door, Dean watched her carefully. Just in case there were any signs that she wanted him to leave. That and she was very pretty in her tight t-shirt and on-the-short-side skirt. She locked it and turned her back, leaning against it.
"That was my family," she said as she closed her eyes.
"Nothing wrong with them. Remember you haven't met mine yet."
She laughed. Dean could always make her laugh. Even if she was crying when he came.
"If we get married, we should move away. Save any kids we have from the horror of our two families combined."
Dean smiled. He had gotten used to her sarcastic humor. But it always had a way of getting to him.
"Or maybe we could let them see what a screwed up family is, that way they can spare theirs."
Sara smiled and opened her eyes as she said, "We aren't even married Dean."
"We could go one step closer to marriage."
"Very funny. Engaged after three weeks?"
"I wasn't talking about being engaged," Dean said with a smirk on his face.
The two stepped toward each other. As their hands came to meet each other's skin, their lips touched. Kiss #52 – Dean was counting. Slowly but surely they made their way to the bedroom.
The Next Morning in Sara's Bedroom with Sara and Dean…
Dean had woken up and went to work. He went to his car in his boxers, to get the flowers he picked up for Sara earlier. Why not? Most people are asleep at this hour anyway. As the 19-year-old early bird next door checked him out, he scooped down and picked up the bouquet. Dean noticed his cell phone beep. He glanced in its direction. "One Missed Call" and "One Message" were one its screen. He grabbed it and clicked 'Play Messages'.
"Hey Dean, its Sam. I was wondering where you went. Figured Sara's. Anyway, we named him Jason Dean Winchester. Don't get too cocky though." Sam laughed. "Jess' parents are coming. They'll be here by morning. They're in my room, so I'm staying with you. Get here when you get the chance. Thanks. Bye."
Cocky? Dean? Nah. A sudden shot of excitement came over Dean. They named the runt after him. Granted, the runt was actually a kid, but still… A kid named after Dean? He better live up to Dean's rep.
Dean smiled as he headed back toward Sara's apartment, flowers in hand. Once inside, he made pancakes and poured a cup of orange juice for her. He put the food on a tray and placed a single red rose from the bouquet on it. If it wasn't romantic, then Dean's last name wasn't Winchester.
Dean walked into her bedroom and knocked on the door. She was already awake and wearing a man's dress shirt, sitting upright in bed. She smiled as she watched him come in and place the tray in front of her, then climb on the bed.
"Mornin'," Dean said with a smile on his face.
"Morning."
"Breakfast?"
"Thanks."
Sara picked up the rose and toyed with it in her fingers.
"For me," she asked pretending to be dramatic.
"The one and only," he said as he laughed along with her.
"Thanks. I love roses."
Dean smiled. He had gone off a hunch when he picked roses over anything else in the store but didn't admit that and said, "I know."
She laughed.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"What would you say if we did get engaged?"
"Uh… I don't know… Isn't it a little early," he asked, scratching his head for emphasis.
"What you prefer to be engaged at dinner?"
"No," he said smiling, "I mean I'm no expert on this stuff, but normally people date for a year before they get hitched."
"And since when are we normal?"
Dean smiled at the remark. It was true. Definitely true. No way were they normal. They had met at a candy store of all places. They had said 'I hate you' – jokingly of course – more times then 'I love you' seriously. Neither liked to stay tied down for too long. And to top it all off their Astrology signs were opposites – whatever that meant.
"Come on Dean," she pressed, "Our signs say we're opposites. Attraction is thick."
"Isn't opposites bad?"
"No! It's good! Really good! And you get along with my family! You're the first one that I haven't seen my dad threaten to shoot!"
Sara was excited as Dean mentioned, "You haven't met mine."
"I could."
"Maybe with a ring on?"
"You mean as your fiancé?"
"Yeah. The future Mrs. Winchester?"
"Dean, I'd love to!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into a bear hug. Dean was coming closer and closer to his white picket fence family. And that was okay. He could stand being normal – or close to it. He would be just like Sam. And for once, he'd admit that was a good thing. He would admit that being engaged to someone you love was a good thing. Dean was now in love. And engaged.