I turned off the coffee machine and stood on my tip toes to reach two mugs off of the cabinet shelf. I picked up the pitcher of coffee and poured myself a cup.

"Morning," Dean said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me on the cheek. I smiled and my hands traveled to his arms, keeping them in place.

"Good morning to you too," I replied, happily.

"So what's for breakfast?" Dean asked. He had this uplifted, on the go kind of spirit that I rarely saw in him.

"Um… coffee and cereal so far," I replied. "What's with you? You're… incredibly peppy this morning which is not like you."

"What? Can't a guy enjoy the perks of life? It's a beautiful day, I've got a beautiful fiancé, and the day's just begun," Dean replied, shrugging it off. His voice was at a booming, happy pitch. I chuckled.

"Of course you can, baby," I replied. I leaned in and then kissed him slowly and romantically, enjoying the kiss.

"Now that's the kind of 'good morning' I like," he smirked, pulling away.

"Mhm," I smirked back. I sighed and then took my coffee to the table, my cereal already sitting there. There was newspaper on the table that I had already put down, waiting for me. I picked up the front page and began reading. Dean shortly joined me. "Hey, so we finally set a date."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked.

"Yep. I talked to the person that books the garden and they agreed on September eighteenth. How crazy is that?" I asked back.

"What? The fact that we're getting married or that we have an official date set for it?" Dean asked.

I shrugged, "Both." We exchanged a small laugh before returning to breakfast. "So I'm going shopping with Molly."

"Don't you already have enough clothes?" Dean scowled. "Or is it shoes this time?"

"Don't stereotype me!" I demanded, playfully.

"Just sayin'," Dean defended.

I rolled my eyes, "No, there are a couple of things I want to get for the apartment. Another rug for the bathroom maybe… towels. It's not just me living here, you know."

"Oh right, I live here too," Dean said.

"This is true," I said back.

"Alright, well when do you think you two will be done?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Why?" I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

"No reason. Listen, I'll probably go over to Bobby's and spend some time with Sammy. But call me when you're done. I have a surprise for you," Dean replied, a mischievous grin on his face. What did he have up his sleeve?

"A surprise?" I asked, cocking my head to the side curiously.

"Yep. That is for me to know and for you to find out… much, much later," Dean smirked.

"Ugh, Dean. You're killing me!" I groaned.

"Trust me, you'll like it," Dean said.

I sighed, "I guess I'll wait then. I'm going to go get dressed and go meet Molly. Tell Bobby and Sam I said hi."

"Will do," Dean said.

I got up and went into our bedroom and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean flip the newspaper around so that he could read it. He picked up an article curiously and began to scan it. I, on the other hand, began to get ready for the day. I picked out something for me to wear and then washed, my face, brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. I put on a little make up and I was ready to go.

"Alright, I'll see you later," I said, slinging my purse over my shoulder and starting for the door. Dean raised his eyebrows as soon as he saw me. "What?"

"You look hot," he smirked.

I bit my lip, "We'll talk it over later."

He chuckled, "Indeed."

I giggled, rolling my eyes, "Stay out of trouble."

"Can't count on it," he answered. I left the apartment, taking a key with me, and then made my way to my car so that I could go meet Molly.

The two of us ended up meeting at the Sioux Falls mall because I knew a lot of the stuff I needed I could get a department store. Then, we'd probably just enjoy looking around the mall – just for fun. Neither of us really needed anything.

"Are you sure you don't want to be doing this with Dean? I mean, it's your apartment," Molly asked.

"Of course. Dean hates these kinds of things anyway. Besides, I'd much rather be doing this with my best friend… and my maid of honor," I replied, trying to hide my smile as I delivered the good news. I happily awaited her response.

Molly gasped and she turned to me, "Really?"

"Yes! I talked it over with Sawyer and she totally understands. You and I have been best friends for so long… And you were there during the good and the bad for me. Yes, I want you to be my maid of honor. If you'll take it," I said.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God! I'd love to," Molly replied.

"You seem surprised," I pointed out.

"I know, but it's still nice to hear," Molly smiled. I hugged her.

"Yeah, Dean and I talked about it and we want you to be the maid of honor. Sam is the best man… of course," I said, carrying on the conversation.

"Ah, I still can't believe you're getting married! I mean, it was bound to happen at some point but it's just nice to see you this happy again," Molly said.

"Aw, thanks," I said back, smiling at her. I turned my attention to the next shelf that we were looking at. "So what's up with you? How have you been?"

"I've been good. It's been a week since the store opening so things are finally starting to die down. Surprisingly, business in Sioux Falls has been great," Molly replied.

"Yeah, you're store opening was fantastic!" I complimented.

"Thanks," Molly said. "And uh, I had breakfast with Ethan this morning… right before I came over to meet you." There was a sense of hesitancy, fear, and guilt in her voice. I didn't want to call her out on it though. If she wanted to tell me what was going on, she told me.

"Ethan… huh, you two have been hanging out a lot lately," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, he's a good guy," Molly answered. Well, so much for that.

"Hey, I can't decide between the lighter blue or the purple sheets. Or maybe I should go for a different color… or a pattern," I said. I couldn't decide at all!

"Woah, slow down, girl," Molly teased.

"Hm, maybe we need a third opinion. Which ones do you think Dean will like?" I asked, running my hand over the soft fabric of one of the sheets that were folded up. They were soft. I just needed to pick a color.

Molly shrugged, "Whichever ones you're naked in."

I laughed, "This is true. Dean definitely likes naked."

It was now Molly's turn to laugh, "So uh, speaking of naked… I slept with Ethan."

"You what?" I exclaimed, turning my attention away from the sheets and looking at her. Well, this was a curveball. I did not at all see this one coming.

She bit her lip, "It was after the store opening. We got to talking and went back to his apartment and… I don't know things just happened. And we've kind of been seeing each other this past week. That's why we've uh, why we've been so close…"

"Wow," was all I could say.

"You're not mad, are you?" Molly asked.

I sighed and smiled, "No, not at all! Caught off guard? Yes. But not mad at all! I'm shocked but frankly, I should've seen this coming. You two were flirting like… every time you were around each other. Aw, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well, I was a little nervous. I thought maybe, I don't know, he's your best friend and that could get weird or messy or something," Molly answered.

"No, not at all. Like I said before, go for it. He's a great guy and he'd be lucky to have you. I think you guys go well together. I'm happy for you. The both of you sound like you, previously were in romantic ruts. This could be goof or you two," I said back, instantly warming up to this idea.

Molly sighed with relief, "Oh this is such a relief. I kept playing scenes over and over in my head and each time ended badly. I don't know why I thought you'd be mad!"

"I don't know why you did either. Oh wait, maybe it's because you worry too much," I teased.

"I know, I know," Molly chuckled.

"So are you two dating now?" I asked, curiously.

"I don't see why we have to label it," Molly said.

"Huh," I sounded.

"I know, but we just want to enjoy what our relationship is. We haven't exactly talked about that yet. I mean, I hadn't even told you before today!" Molly said.

"True. Well… do you want to be official or anything?" I asked.

"I think so, yeah," Molly smiled.

"Aw," I said, noticing how much she liked him. I could already tell.

"Hey guys," I said, coming into Bobby's house. Bobby was polishing up one of his guns while Dean and Sam were just sitting on the couch. Sam lightly flipped through a book while Dean had a beer in his hand.

"Hey, Meredith," Sam smiled, politely.

"Hey, kiddo," Bobby said.

"Hey, babe," Dean greeted. I smiled at how each name that each guy had called me was very telling on our relationship. "How was that shopping thing with Molly?"

"Good. I ran home and put everything there before coming over here. What're you guys up to?" I asked.

"Nothing," Sam replied, innocently. Damn, he was really good at the whole puppy love thing. It was hard for me to suspect anything from him.

"Bobby, you just finish up a hunt?" I asked.

"Yup. Pretty good one too," Bobby replied. Dean shifted on the couch uncomfortably. "But you boys shouldn't worry about anything. It was uh, easy, taken care of."

"Right. So uh, Meredith, do you think we could go for a walk? I thought we could uh, talk about something," Dean asked, standing up. I nodded.

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, well don't be too long. The storm clouds look really strong," Bobby said.

"That's insane. It was beautiful out this morning and now it's about to rain," Dean sighed, impatiently.

"Welcome to summer in Sioux Falls," Bobby replied, apathetically before returning to his gun.

"See you, Sam," I said.

"You too. The both of you," Sam replied.

"Later, Sammy," Dean said, before taking my hand and leading me out the front door. We hurried down the front steps and Dean led me into the salvage yard.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, as we got into the salvage yard.

"Not here. Follow me," Dean said, cryptically. I held on to his hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise, you dork," Dean teased.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and Dean chuckled. We walked to the end of the salvage yard and then some. I gasped as soon as I saw the surprise awaiting me. We were back in the meadow behind Bobby's house that Dean and I went to every so often back in high school. It was the place we had said goodbye and there were two blankets, one on top of the other, and a paper bag.

"Surprise!" Dean said, flailing his arms in a somewhat presentational way.

I smiled, "Oh, I love it. It's our spot, Dean. You remembered."

"Aren't you proud of me?" Dean asked.

"Yes," I said back. "So did you want to talk about whatever you wanted to talk about or was that just a ploy to get me out here with you?"

"A little bit of both," Dean replied, simply. The both of us sat down on the blanket and situated ourselves.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, but let's just say this conversation involves our mouths but no words," Dean smirked.

I giggled and then crawled onto his lap, "Gladly, Mr. Winchester." I then leaned in to kiss him. I kissed him again, and again and again. "Is that thunder?" The loud booming sounds echoed in the background.

"Yeah, I guess Bobby was right. It is about to storm. Well, you should eat your sandwich so it doesn't get wet and then… how about we finish this conversation?" Dean winked at me. I laughed.

"Sounds great," I replied. Dean and I just talked and laughed as we ate our sandwiches. I loved being with Dean. We just connected. I felt like I could sit there and talk and laugh with him about anything. It was like we could bring up anything – something as simple as the color purple – and yet we could talk for hours.

"You know, a respectable teacher like you shouldn't be wearing something like this. It's too sexy," Dean smirked, playing with the hemline of my skirt.

"Oh yeah? Well, I guess that's why all of those horny high school boys'll have crushes on me," I teased.

"And you know what jealousy does for our sex life," Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Dean!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. The two of us laughed and I pressed my forehead against his as we stared into each others' eyes.

"So how about that conversation?" Dean asked.

"Which one?" I asked, playing dumb.

"This one. It sort of went like this," Dean replied, kissing me slowly and passionately.

I kissed him back and deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around my neck and pressing my body against his. His right hand traveled to my waist, keeping my body in place against his while his other hand steadied us on the ground, as he led me to down to the blanket. The thunder echoed again and it began to rain little droplets of rain. As our kiss got hungrier and hotter, the rain got harder.

Soon, clothing was being removed and Dean and I were at it again. It was different this time though. We had had angry sex, long, slow, seductive sex, fast, turned on sex, but this by far was the greatest. We were making love. It was more like our first time.

"S-so close," I stammered. "Dean…"

"Oh shit. Fuck… Meredith… fuck…"

Dean tangled his fingers with mine. His finger brushed past my engagement ring. He buried his face in neck, leaving kisses on my neck, my jaw and finally up to my lips. And with one thrust, we both came. We breathed heavily as we rolled over and began to put our clothes back on.

"You know, I think we've gotten really good at this," I said, smiling a little.

"Well, we have been sleeping together since we were sixteen," Dean smirked.

"Yeah, with a huge gap in between then and now," I pointed out.

Dean chuckled, "And it's a damn shame."