Dean drove around Cincinnati for about 15 minutes before he decided on where to stop. He had to see his best friend. Surely Sami had enough time to talk to Dean. Maybe he could talk some sense into him like he always used to. Maybe he could tell Dean why everything felt like it was moving forward, but he wasn't moving with it.
Dean pulled into the familiar driveway of Sami's childhood home to see that his beaten up Ford was in the garage. Sami was there and hopefully he would be happy to see him. Since Dean went to the WWE he hadn't really seen or talked to Sami and he blamed himself on their crumbling friendship, but Sami was the only person Dean felt comfortable talking to about his problems.
Dean turned off his car and walked up the winding sidewalk to Sami's front door. He knocked and waited for an answer, but nobody came to the door. He knocked again and heard an older man coughing and swearing at him from the inside. When the door opened, Sami's father looked him over before realizing who it was.
"Well, god damn, it's Dean!" The fragile man perked up.
"Hey, Scott. How ya doin'?" Dean stuck out his hand.
Scott shook his hand with as much strength as he had and pulled Dean into the warm house.
"Come on in, Ambrose. Long time, no see. What are you doing back in Ohio?"
Scott talked faster than anyone Dean knew when he got excited. He could tell Chemo had turned him into a struggling victim, but knowing how he was, Scott wasn't going to let cancer beat him. Dean sat down on the couch next to Mr. Callihan and talked for a while about his childhood with Sami, their love for wrestling, Dean's mother, a lot of personal things he could never talk about to anyone else.
"Well, well, well," A voice came from behind Dean, "Look what the cat dragged back to Cincinnati."
Dean looked behind him and saw the short best friend that he missed more than anything. He knew Sami would be moved up to the main roster in the WWE in the next few months if creative had any brain cells left. Sami was his favorite person to tag with during matches because the two had known each other their entire lives.
"Hey, dude." Dean chuckled and stood up to give Sami a hug.
"What brings you here?" Sami sat down next to his dad on the couch.
"Well, uh.." Dean began but was interrupted by Sami's dad.
"Sami, I'm tired. Can you help me to the bed?" Scott's voice was pleading.
"Yeah dad. Come on," Sami got up and held onto his weak father, "I'll be back in a sec, man." He called back to Dean.
Sami started walking slowly back to Scott's bedroom and rolled his oxygen tank with them. His father had been in remission for a few months, but Sami didn't want to get his hopes up. Scott wasn't looking too healthy even though he had beaten cancer for the meantime.
"Take your time." Dean mumbled.
Dean stood up and looked around the house. It hadn't changed a bit. There was still wrestling memorabilia on shelf after shelf in the living room and there were pictures of Sami as a kid with his mom who passed away a year before Sami started wrestling.
Dean liked to think that Deborah would've been proud to see where Sami is now. She would've been his number one fan without a doubt. Dean wished he had a relationship with his mother that Sami had with his. He always felt like something was missing when he looked in the crowds during his matches.
He continued looking around the house and saw a sleeping cat on the floor. Dean laughed as it looked up at him.
"I can't believe you're still alive. Jesus.." He knelt down and scratched the cat's head.
"Dean." Sami spoke up as he walked back into the room.
"Hey, Sam. How's he doing?" Dean asked, referring to Sami's dad.
"Well, he's fine for now. He's really weak. I don't like seeing him like this, man." Sami looked down in shame.
"Is he, ya know, cured?"
"Yeah, but again, it could be a temporary state." Sami shrugged.
Dean didn't say anything, but he noticed Sami looking him up and down with a disgusted look on his face.
"You were doing so good, man. Why'd you start up again?"
"Start what up?" Dean tried to act dumb.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, man. You look like you weigh less than my dad."
"I couldn't take life without Meredith." Dean looked down at his feet.
"Speaking of Meredith," Sami began, "You ask her yet?"
"Not yet. I was planning on asking her tonight."
"Well, do you at least have a ring?" Sami laughed.
Dean reached down into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box and popped it open. Sami's eyebrows raised at how stunning Dean's taste was in a ring. He didn't look like the type of guy that was good at picking out jewelry, but it was probably the prettiest ring that he had ever seen and he knew Meredith would love it.
"Damn." Sami laughed, "Its the size of Alabama."
"Think she'll like it?" Dean laughed back.
"Mhm." Sami hummed.
"I'm taking her out to dinner tonight. I think I'm just gonna get to it right away."
"Nah dude, you gotta make it seem like you're gonna break up with her."
"Why would I-"
"And then pop out the ring and be like, 'tada.'"
"Dude, I'm trying to get her to marry me, not beat my ass in public." Dean laughed.
"Just trying to help, man." Sami laughed with him. "Get on out of here. It's almost six o'clock. You gotta get ready and pick her up."
"Well, uh, I got a couple hours. I don't really know what to do." Dean explained.
"Why not just make the dinner yourself. You don't wanna spend your engagement night in a crowded restaurant with people probably recognizing you and ruining her moment."
Dean thought about it for a minute and Sami was right. Dean got noticed almost everywhere he went and he was just asking for a spotlight if he went to a restaurant in his hometown. Dean nodded his head and looked up at Sami.
"So what are you thinking man?" Sami asked.
Dean laughed and scratched the back of his head.
"I'm thinking...I got a lot to do in a little amount of time."
Meredith rushed around the house trying to get ready on time. Dean would be here any minute and she was still putting on the little makeup that Dean allowed her to wear. She did an overview of herself in the full-length mirror. She was dressed in a red mid-thigh length dress with long sleeves, black wedge heels and her hair was curled. She looked at the bump protruding out of her stomach and smiled as she rubbed her hand over it. Soon, she would be able to hold him or her in the real world instead of just rubbing her belly.
A knock on the door made Meredith scurry into the living room and she looked out the peephole and saw Dean. She smiled to herself and opened the door to see him in a full black suit, identical to the one he had worn when he presented the Slammy Awards with Seth and Roman. Meredith and Dean both bit their bottom lip as they took in the sight of each other. Dean's eyes immediately darted down to her belly and he smirked.
"Ready to go, miss Rollins?" Dean stuck out his hand for her.
Meredith reached out and grabbed his hand and smiled up at him.
"Why yes I am, Mr. Ambrose."
Dean lifted her hand up to his and kissed it before playfully pulling her out of the apartment, earning a giggling squeal from Meredith.
"Dean!" She laughed as he pulled her down the stairs to his car.
When they got down to his car pulled over on the sidewalk, Dean opened Meredith's door for her and closed it when she got in. He wanted to be as romantic as possible for her tonight. Besides, who said chivalry was dead?
"Where to, miss?" Dean smirked.
"Wherever you're taking me." She blushed.
Before pulling away, Dean pulled a spare tie out of his bag from the back seat and handed it to Meredith.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" She lifted her brow at him.
"Tie it around your head and cover your eyes." Dean giggled.
"Why?" She laughed at the silly demand.
Dean pulled Meredith over to him gently by her neck and planted a rough kiss to her lips, leaving her out of breath when he pulled away from her.
"Just do it." He grumbled in her ear, causing her to bite her lip.
Meredith did as she was told and Dean's car began to pull away from the side of the road. He wanted Meredith to be completely surprised to wherever he was taking her.
Meredith could hear the sound of the tires on the pavement and the sound of the soft music coming from the radio, but her vision was completely hidden behind the tie. She kind of liked being blind folded though. She liked not seeing where he was taking her, and she trusted him enough to know he wasn't going to take her out to the middle of nowhere and kill her.
"Dean, where are-"
"Shh." Dean hushed her.
"But are we at least-"
"We're here." Meredith heard the smirk in Dean's voice as he shut off the car. "Wait here."
"Where am I supposed to run off to in high heels and a blindfold?" Meredith giggled.
Meredith sat and waited for a few minutes in the car while she waited for Dean. She was starting to get concerned because it had been almost 10 minutes since he told her to wait and she was starting to think she'd have to wait forever.
Dean leaned against the trunk of the car with his face in his hands. He wanted to marry Meredith more than anything. He wanted to ask her to marry him and he wanted to see the look on her face when he popped the question and he wanted to see the birth of their child. He wanted to wake up at 3:00 a.m. with her to change or feed their baby that they made together. He wanted to be the best for her, but all of a sudden, it didn't feel right. He needed someone to witness it.
Dean finally got back into the car and sat by her. Without saying a word, he started the car up again. Meredith reached over and grabbed his hand.
"Dean, what's going on?"
"We...uh..how many days off do you have?" Dean stammered.
"I have this whole week off, but I promised I would start Celeste's homeschooling." Meredith explained.
"Well, call her and have Sami watch her."
"Dean what-"
"Meredith, please."
Meredith did as she was told and called up Celeste and explained the situation and to her surprise, Celeste wasn't too upset and she was excited to hang out with Sami for a few days while Dean and Meredith were off doing whatever it was that Dean had planned.
Dean smirked to himself. He knew the drive would be ridiculously long, but he knew the memory would be worth it. He wanted Meredith to experience the best proposal ever, and he wanted to do it in front of the family member who wouldn't be making it to the wedding.
I'm sorry this chapter took so long. :c I had it in my drafts, but I was busy with school. I hope you like this chapter and if you don't mind, check out my other story called Somewhere With You. Thanks! Leave reviews. (:
