If I could make a wish
I think I'd pass
Can't think of anything I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful warm and tired
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel go to sleep
Sometimes all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
The Air that I Breathe by The Hollies
Dean was brushing his teeth when Abigail entered the bathroom and began washing her face. He stared at her in the mirror, miles deep in thought. Spitting, he left, then came back a minute later and leaned against the door frame, simply watching her. There was no more time, no longer he could wait or he was afraid he would change his mind. "Abby," he drew her attention. The simplicity of her image was stunning and she seemed even more beautiful: pajamas, messy hair, toothbrush hanging from her mouth. He swallowed and continued, "I love you. And…" Dean was admittedly a man of few words, which was currently visible as he fumbled for what he desired to say. So he let his actions speak what his mouth could not. Lowering himself onto one knee, he produced the black box and held it towards her, opened the lid, watched her reaction. It was not exactly as he had imagined, for upon seeing the ring in his hands, she choked on toothpaste. Hacking, Abigail managed to spit the rest out and wipe her mouth. Dean was embarrassed, already not comfortable with putting his emotions in a place of vulnerability, he had now caused the woman to whom he was proposing to gag. But despite his reddening neck and ears, he stayed on the floor, eyes begging her to say yes.
Abigail was dumbstruck. Once she had recovered she took another look, verifying that what she saw was real. With a smile that transcended his worries, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, of course, hell yes," she repeated while dropping to her knees before Dean. She scarcely gave him time to slide the ring onto her finger before attacking him with kisses. She did not realize she was crying until she wondered why Dean's lips tasted like salt. He reached behind her for a tissue and wiped her eyes.
"Don't tell me you're crying because you just made the wrong decision," he teased in a voice more husky than normal.
"Not at all. I love you, Dean Winchester." He loved when she said that.
Sam entered the room and was startled by a squealing mass hurdled into his arms. Fortunately for Abigail, his reflexes were able to catch her before she bounced off the brick wall he called his body and smacked into the floor. Unfortunately for his ears, her squeal issued from beside his head.
"Sammy, we're engaged!" For the briefest of seconds, he was confused, wondering how the two of them could be engaged. Then he understood. He spun her in a circle, nearly as giddy as her. When he sat her down and kissed her cheek, Abby proudly displayed the ring, angling her hand so the jewel would capture the light. Sam met his brother's eyes over her head. Dean was grinning as much as he ever remembered. He clasped him in a tight hug. In the English language, there were no words appropriate to describe how he felt, or at least none that he knew of. But Sam tried anyway.
"I am so, so happy for you two! It's about time, Dean!" Dean waved the comment away and took a drink of his beer. "Wait a minute." Sam exited the room and returned with a bottle of champagne in hand. "I was beginning to wonder if I would ever have the chance to pull this out." Three cups were filled and Sam lifted his drink. "To a long and happy marriage." Dean pulled Abigail closer to his side while he lifted his own then took a sip. At least for tonight, everything was right with the world.
There was too much energy to stay in the room; not to mention that Dean and Abigail wanted some alone time. Throwing on coats, they skipped from the motel. And Dean doesn't skip. He drove mindlessly, not sure where he was going, until Baby pulled off the main road and stopped a few minutes later in a large clearing. Of course his girl would know the right place to be right now. Dean scurried around the car and opened Abigail's door with a bow.
The radio was humming and she paused, glint in her eye. Grasping his hand, she led him farther into the clearing, where the headlights bounced across them, splashing shadows against the far trees. It was not a song Dean particularly enjoyed, but right now, it was sounding very good. He spun her, in her pajama shorts and flats, and she laughed.
Abigail didn't think it was possible to feel this elated; any second, her heart would give out. Dean laughed and a shiver ran down her spine. It was such a good sound. Not to mention the way his face glowed when he smiled; even in the poor light, it was unmistakable. They swayed gently until Dean twisted her in his arms. With her back against his chest and arms around her, they gazed at the stars. The sky was particularly luminous tonight. She turned to smile widely at him. "I love you." He returned the grin and kissed her deeply. His answer was lost in the space between their lips.