We were back in the car again. Dean had the radio turned up quiet enough that we could still hear the other speak but loud enough that it wasn't awkward when we sang along. The darkness was beginning to settle in for the night and the stars became visible in the sky. They were bright; the twinkle reminded me of the one Dean had in his eyes that day...


I woke up to the sound of Dean breathing next to me, just like every other morning. I carefully untangled my legs from his and flipped them over the side of the bed. I stumbled past the kitchen, pausing to flip the coffee maker on, before heading to sit at the counter to wait for it to be finished. The only sound I could hear was the gurgling of the coffee maker, so I was slightly startled when I felt a warm arm wrap around my waist and a hand rest carefully on my hip. I looked up to see Dean with a smug look on his face, obviously noticing how I had jumped.

"I want to show you something today." Dean said nonchalantly as the coffee pot stopped burbling.

"Sounds good," I agreed while standing up to get a cup for my coffee.

In two hours we were walking on the sidewalk at a park Dean had taken us to. It was a sunny June day, the flowers had just begun to bloom and the sounds of children playing could be heard over the soft sound of trickling water in the fountain. We were talking and suddenly the conversation changed to Sam and Amelia. To my surprise, I hadn't been the one to initiate it this time. In the middle of a sentence, talking about how happy they were, I noticed that Dean was no longer walking next to me; he couldn't be more then few steps behind me, so I decided to turn around and wait for him to catch up.

When I turned around, my eyes grew wide. Dean was standing there, staring at me and fumbling with a small box in his hands. There was a small blush beginning to appear on his cheeks as he looked around the crowded park. He quickly moved his gaze to me, locking eyes as he slowly slid down onto one knee. He was visibly nervous but the twinkling in his eyes was still there.

He cleared his throat a few times, trying to get his voice ready for the prepared speech. I've seen enough movies to know where this was heading.

"Cas." He breathed out my name, a smile playing at his lips. "I, uh, I'm never really good at these kinds of things, y'know? But, how I feel about you…" His sentence trailed off, along with his eyes.

Dean took another deep breath and returned his glinting, green eyes back to mine. "I love you, Cas. More than I've ever loved anyone, and more than I'll ever love anyone. I couldn't imagine my life without you so…"

He pulled the velvet box from behind his back, stopping a second to rub his thumb over the soft fabric. The intensity of his gaze increased as he opened the box.

"Cas, will you marry me?" he asked, voice shaking slightly. Those words sent my heart out of my chest.

I kept a straight face for a few moments. How many times do I get the chance to see Dean Winchester this nervous? I couldn't stop the smile that broke out on my face only a few seconds later. I think he took that as a yes because he returned the sentiment before standing up to capture me in a smothering hug and a passionate kiss.


I smiled as the memory started to fade and returned my gaze back to Dean, grabbing his free hand with my own and settling back into my seat. I looked down at the dazzling ring on my finger, smiling inwardly to myself.

I was content.