The motel room in southern California is quiet. Lizzy sits behind her computer, reading through her current email from her friend Jenny back home updating her on her wedding plans, and Sam sits on the other bed, reading the second Harry Potter book as he finished the first one last week. Rina got him to finally give it a try but it's taken him a while to get through them as he refused to read them in front of Dean. That would be putting himself up on the chopping block voluntarily and Sam's smarter than that. Only Lizzy knows he's reading the children's series because he knows she won't make fun of him for it. Truthfully, they aren't half bad. Sam's gotten pretty hooked.

The knock on the door ruins the nice, quiet, rare moment for the two.

"You expecting someone?" Lizzy jests as she stands up and grabs her Glock from the nightstand. Hunters don't usually have unexpected guests so most that come knocking get greeted with a weapon at the ready and a lot of questions.

"Nope," he answers, marking his page and stowing his book under his pillow. He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, sitting still as he watches Lizzy make her way to the door. He smiles wide with anticipation.

Lizzy presses the barrel of her trusty handgun to the back of the door at about chest level for the average human/demon/monster. Cautiously she opens the door the few inches the chain will allow and peers out. "Jesus dude," she complains once she sees who it is. Closing the door to slide the chain off, Lizzy pulls it fully open with a huff. "Why the hell are you knocking?"

Dean stands there in the doorway, the California sun at his back, with a wide smile. "Afternoon young lady," he greets in a cheerful, almost silly, tone. He pulls his arm around from behind his back and holds out a bouquet of flowers to her.

Lizzy stares for a moment, her sights switching between the flowers and her husband as she's unsure of what to think. He continues to hold out his gift for her.

"These are for you," Dean tries again, warm smile still in place, and this time Lizzy takes them.

With a skeptical face, she looks over the flowers. They are gorgeous. It's a bundle of different colored, large and bright Gerber daisies. The vibrant yellows, oranges, and pinks make her grin through her current shock of the unbelievable actually happening right before her eyes.

"Thanks," Lizzy says, still completely unsure of what to do in the situation.

"You're welcome. So I was wondering if you were free tonight," Dean asks her, his arms by his sides almost nervously as he looks at her.

"You know that I am," Lizzy responds oddly with suspicious and narrow eyes. They finished their current case last night and they took the day to regroup before heading out again.

"Good, because I would like to take you to dinner if that's alright."

She freezes in place for a split second before turning around to peer at Sam. The happy yet very guilty grin on his face lets Lizzy know that their conversation in the Impala a couple weeks ago didn't fall on deaf ears. Sam let Dean know what they talked about.

"What do you say, L?" Dean continues and Lizzy turns back to him, his face actually relaxed instead of knotted with stress and worry for the first time in longer than she can remember. He looks so sincere and just so hopeful… now if her brain could remember who this person is in front of her it could come up with an answer to his question.

"Yes," she hears her own voice say to him before she recognizes she said it.

"Awesome. I'll pick you up at seven," Dean says to her with genuine happiness, the kind she hasn't seen from him in so long.

He turns to leave her be for now but she's not letting that happen. She has questions.

"Wait," she laughs out, stepping outside the room and grabbing his arm to stop him. "Hold on a second."

"What?" he asks her innocently even though he knows he's throwing her for quite the loop.

"Where are you going?"

"I have stuff to do. Don't worry about it," Dean tries to brush it off and let her know not to pry too much.

"Alright, then where are you taking me?"

"I was gonna make it a surprise, nosy," he tells her honestly.

"Ok, well, is it somewhere nice? Because I never have anything nice to wear with me on the road." Lizzy just stares at him with wonder, still shocked and confused by all of this, but she's able to think clearly enough to ask the important stuff. She can just imagine showing up to a nice restaurant, her in her Zep t-shirt and holed-up jeans and him in his worn army jacket and blood-stained denim. Lovely.

Dean looks at her and thinks it over. She makes a good point. Besides their cheap FBI suits they have nothing presentable in their wardrobe. Making a quick decision he takes out his keys.

"Here," he hands them over and Lizzy takes them before he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. "Go out and pick out whatever you want. Get something nice, like a dress or whatever." He hands over his current bunk credit card. "I'll see you at seven." He kisses her sweetly on the cheek before walking away. He heads down the street their motel is on, where he's going she has no idea.

Smiling wide as everything starts to sink in, she walks back to the room.

"You did this," Lizzy says, pointing accusingly at Sam where he sits as she pushes the door shut behind her.

"No way," Sam holds out his hands in refusal. "Dean did this all on his own."

"But you put the bug in his ear," she says, sure that he did.

"Ok, so maybe I might have talked to him," Sam cops. "So what?"

"So nothing," Lizzy grins as she walks to the kitchenette and takes out a large glass tumbler and fills it with water. As she puts her flowers in water she says, "Thanks, Sam."

"Not a problem," Sam says back as he takes his book out again, continuing on in reading about the adventures of Harry Potter.

"Wow," Sam admires a little shamelessly when Lizzy steps out of the bathroom once she's fully ready for her night. She found a cute little black dress that's form fitting, short, has a low scoop neck and black lace sleeves. She's paired it with her patent leather black heels she has specifically for her FBI suit and she has a grey patent leather clutch in her hand. Her hair is in wavy curls with her bangs in a sweep across her forehead and her makeup is flawlessly done, complete with black cat eye and red lips. She went all out for this extremely rare, probably once in a lifetime opportunity. "You look amazing."

"Thanks Sam-I-Am," she grins wide with excitement. "I figured if Dean got off his ass and did all this for me the least I could do was give him something good to look at all night."

"Well then, job well done," he commends while shutting his laptop. "Dean's a lucky man."

"Aw now you're just sucking up to me," Lizzy brushes off, her fidgeting showing her weirdness with his compliments. She's not accustomed to getting dolled up anymore.

"No, I'm not," Sam promises. "You look beautiful. It's a shame you don't get to dress this way more often."

Lizzy shifts uncomfortably on her feet. "Whatever." She's used to dressing like a hunter, covering up and baring no leg or upper body in order to do her job with minimal harm. This was so abnormal at this point in her life that she wonders if she can still pull this look off. She's feeling awkward to say the least.

The knock on the door comes, three loud raps, and she bites her lip as she tries to hide her excitement.

"I'll get it!" Sam loudly jokes from the kitchen table as he gets up quickly and rushes to the door.

"Fuck off Sam!" Lizzy shoots right back as she quickly makes her way across the room. They both get to the door at the same time. "Sam-I-Am, go away!" she laughs as she tries to pry his hands off the knob.

"Just let me get it!" Sam yells out through a grin as he tries to push her out of the way. "This guy picking you up could be a creep or something!"

"Don't ruin my one awesome night, you fucking asshole," she shouts at him through her grin while shoving him away from the door. Sam finally relents and backs off.

"Fine," he says as he gives up. He was just messing with her anyways. "Good to know that in a fight you'd still win with heels on."

"Damn fucking straight," she strongly agrees as she smooths down the front of her dress and fixes up her hair after their mini-battle. Feels like each day they become even more like regular siblings than just good friends. This moment proves that. "Still good?" she asks of her appearance.

"Yeah, still good," Sam assures as he drops down onto his bed again.

Once ready Lizzy happily opens the door and grins all the while, excited for her date to get an eyeful of her.

"Hi baby," Lizzy grins wide when she sees him. She's too excited. The smile almost hurts it's so big.

"Hi… damn," Dean admires when he looks her up and down the minute she's in view. This alone lets him know that this was a great idea. "You look awesome."

"You like?" she asks, knowing the answer already as it's written across his face, and turns around once for him to get the full view of the tight and quite short black dress.

"Oh God yes," he responds, stepping forward and placing his hands on her hips. "You're beautiful." He kisses her sincerely, the honesty in his embrace clear. "And fucking hot."

"You know, you ain't looking so bad yourself," Lizzy says, stepping back to appreciate his efforts. He always did clean up well when he'd try. He's wearing his blue FBI suit, the one she replaced when the old blue one was ruined by her bleeding all over it after being attacked by the aswang in Los Angeles. She always loved him in a blue suit. There's just something about it that works perfectly for him. He has a white button up shirt on under the jacket, the top button undone and no tie. He fucking hates ties.

"Eh, I try," Dean cockily responds.

"Hell, you even ironed your own shirt," Lizzy smirks as she fixes his just slightly off collar.

"Anything for you dear," he patronizes just slightly. "You good to go?"

"Absolutely," she takes his hand and they head out the door.

"Have her home by eleven!" Sam shouts after them, receiving a stuck out tongue from Lizzy as she pulls the door shut behind her. She may look the date night part but no one said she had to act the part right off the bat.

Dean walks her to the car, stopping on the passenger side to unlock and open the door for her.

"What did you do with my husband? Because you are definitely not him," Lizzy laughs a bit as she goes to get into the car.

"Just new and improved," Dean jests and shuts the door for her. He makes his way around to the driver's side and gets in. When he starts the car she hears Led Zeppelin playing. He already changed the tape for her ahead of time.

"Nice touch," she commends him.

"I know," he responds, smirk in place, as he pulls out of the lot.

"This place is really nice," Lizzy says quietly to Dean as she leans forward in her chair. The restaurant he picked out is quite nice and nowhere in the arena of their usual dinner spots on the run. It's modern yet has a rustic feel with all the warm yellows and pine wood moldings and furniture. "Our table has a table cloth."

"Sure does," Dean grins out at her observation.

"And it isn't plastic with red and white checks," she adds on, grinning wide.

"No it's not," Dean laughs at this. "We're going high class this time around. Nothing's too good for my girl."

"You better watch it," she warns as she points at him. "I'm gonna get used to all this and you're gonna be screwed, pal."

"Yeah, don't. I definitely can't keep this up," Dean says with a face of slight worry.

"Don't worry," Lizzy smiles wide and reassuringly as no hunter could ever makes this a common occurrence. "I know this is a one-time thing."

Dean pauses with her words as she somewhat catches him off guard. Has he really been this neglectful of her and her wants? So neglectful that she assumes this would never happen again. Well now he feels like a jackass. He starts to tell her that this doesn't necessarily have to be the only time they do something like this when the server arrives at their table.

"Good evening," he says to them both as he hands Lizzy a menu.

"Hi," Lizzy greets happily, the young man dressed in a white button down and black slacks instead of the usual greasy spoon dirty aprons they're used to seeing.

"Hey there chief," Dean says in normal Dean style and takes the offered menu.

"My name is William and I'll be serving you tonight. Here's our wine list," he hands a second, hefty menu to Dean. "We just received two cases of a 2005 Von Strasser Estate Cabernet Sauvignon that is excellent. I highly recommend it."

"You know, I think I'm in an Irish whiskey kind of mood," Lizzy cuts in as neither she nor Dean are wine drinkers, which makes them the strange people out in California.

"May I then suggest Greenore. It's a rare bottle, aged eight years and has a nice mellow finish with a light feel."

"Well look at you, William," Lizzy appreciates his clear love for the liquor he recommends. "You sound like you personally like that one."

"Oh, I do."

"Then so will I," Lizzy says with excitement. "Greenore on the rocks please, light on the rocks."

"Absolutely. And for you sir?" William looks over to Dean to hear his order.

"Uh, why don't you gimme a bourbon," he answers with uncertainty.

"Any specific kind? I personally always appreciate a good glass of Old Foster's Birthday Bourbon. It's a little sweet to start but the strength really kicks you in the palate on the finish."

"Strong, huh?" Dean jokes as he looks over to Lizzy. "I think we have a winner."

"Alright," William smiles as he quickly warms up to the two customers. "A Greenore, light on rocks, and a Birthday Bourbon neat as it's the only way I'll allow a person to drink it. I'll be back soon."

"Dude, that guys knows everything," Dean says the second William walks away.

"He's good at his job," Lizzy shrugs.

"He's amazing at his friggin' job is what he is," Dean tells her as he opens his menu. "He must drink like a fish to know all that he does."

Lizzy just smiles it off and looks down at her now opened menu. She starts to read it over quietly, just too damn excited to have the opportunity for something different to eat… and something gourmet at that.

Dean peers over to her and lowers his menu. "And this doesn't have to be a one-time thing you know?"

"Oh no?" Lizzy asks as she lifts an eyebrow and looks at him.

"Well… no," Dean defensively responds. "I mean, I don't see why we can't do this again… if you want."

"You hate this, though," Lizzy reminds him in an understanding tone. "You hate dressing up and having to behave yourself in a place like this."

"Jesus, L. You make me sound like an untrained dog," Dean laments as he listens to her.

"Aw, no. That's not what I'm trying to say," she tells him, feeling badly instantly. "I just know that you are a burger and a beer kind of man. And I love that about you since I'm normally a burger and a beer kinda girl. It's just nice every once in a blue moon to do something like this and I really appreciate that you're willing to go completely out of your comfort zone to make me happy. I know this is all for me."

Dean nods and accepts her thanks. She is right about everything after all. He hates having to wear his suit when he doesn't need to for work purposes and fancy places like the one they're currently in do make him nervous. He never felt like he belonged in places like these.

"By the way, I'm going all out on this meal," she tells him in fair warning as she lifts her menu back up to read it over. "I'm not wasting this opportunity."

"And that's one thing I definitely love about you," Dean tells her before also reading over the menu. "You know, I'm feeling a bit steak-ish tonight."

"I figure you're going New York strip," Lizzy lets him know her best guess for him. "A big ol' caveman cut too."

"Oh yeah," Dean says with emphasis as he pats his own stomach. The idea sounds perfect.

"Mm, nice and juicy slab of medium rare beef," she keeps going with a grin. "Melt in your mouth good."

"You keep talking like that I'm gonna throw you on this table and bang you right here and now," Dean jests with her, as he would call it, dirty food talk. "And I'm sold. That's exactly what I'm getting."

"I know you so well," Lizzy slyly tells him.

William returns to their table, drinks on a tray in his hold.

"Birthday bourbon," he says as he places Dean's drink in front of him. "And the Greenore."

"Thank you," Lizzy says to him.

"And what will it be tonight?"

"Willy my man, I'm going to have the New York steak, medium rare," Dean tells their server with a bit of excitement in his voice.

"Good choice," he smiles right back before turning to Lizzy.

"I'm thinking the pan-roasted salmon," she answers, gaging his response to see if she made the right choice.

"One of my favorites," he tells her and Lizzy smiles with his response. "I'll be back to check in on you in a bit."

"Thanks, William," Lizzy says as he leaves. She picks up her glass and holds it out towards Dean with a bright smile. "To my husband who, come to find out, is a little bit of a romantic in his own way. And who is clearly willing to do anything for his wife."

He huffs a quiet laugh as he raises his own drink. "And here's to my wife whose patience is literally the only thing that keeps us together considering I'm a pain in the ass… and who looks hot as hell tonight."

With a little bit of a blush on her cheeks, she clinks glasses with him and they take a sip.

"Good lord," Lizzy awes as she looks down at the magically perfect whiskey in her hand.

"Holy shit," Dean says nearly simultaneously. "This is the best bourbon I've ever tasted."

"This is so good," Lizzy delights as she takes another sip down. "Oh my God. I want to taste this in my mouth all day every day."

"I'm replacing my mouthwash with this stuff," Dean adds in with another sip.

"This is so good I want to fuck it," she laughs a bit.

"Ok, who's idea was it to come here? Because this place is awesome," Dean finally gives in to the night being kind of great.

"I totally second that," Lizzy answers back, a little more than the good whiskey being the reasoning for it.