The next morning, and Dawn woke up in Sams arms for the first time in... literally a year. Sure; she'd slept with him a good few times, but that was when he was soulless- when all she was to him was a toy really.

She groaned quietly and sat up, moving his arm so she could slide out from the covers. Dawn glanced at Sam as she went out the room; he was fast asleep. Something she hadn't seen in a good while. He couldn't sleep last time.

Dawn sighed and closed the door quietly behind her. On the landing, she glanced out the window- Dean wasn't back yet. I really must thank him for last night and everything. Dawn thought sincerely as she saw the empty driveway.

She went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on for a shower. Hell she felt like crap.

Dawn sighed as she let it run for a moment, then stepped in, then immediately felt a different kind of heat course through her body. Didn't beat a bubble bath, but it would do. She put her forehead against the cool tile wall, staring at the sky blue color, thinking. What now? Sam was back, and she had him back for good it seemed... she needed to tell him about... his son, but-

Dawn groaned. There was still alot of unanswered questions...

And her own soul- was it really breaking up-? But she had Sam now. It was bound to heal...

Dawn hoped...

She jumped a little as cold hands touched her bare waist, and she almost swore, but she did say.

'Don't do that asshole!'

'Are you perving on me now?' She asked, turning around to face him He shrugged innocently. 'Maybe. You never know.' Dawn chuckled. 'You are such a dick.'

Sam chuckled, then raised his hands to smooth Dawns sopping wet hair back from covering her face. She smiled, then smirked, raising a hand to prod his now wet hair.

'One of these days, you'll wake up and find you look like a guy- not a girl when I cut it.'

Sam laughed. 'You sound like Dean. He always did get me hair clips or something girly when I was younger.' Dawn laughed. 'I do like your brother- he has character.' Sam raised an eyebrow, then shoved the hair from his eyes. 'Are you saying I don't act like a guy?' Dawn grinned, then went to turn the water off, but he caught her arms and pulled her to him.

Dawn sighed, shaking her head. 'Still trying to act like a guy? Or a girl?' Sam chuckled, then kissed her neck. 'And now?' Dawn giggled. 'No idea, it just tickles, so stop before I hit you by accident and break that pretty face of yours.'

Sam sighed and shook his head at her. 'I'm never going to get bored of you am I?' Dawn grinned, then put her arms around his waist. 'I don't think so.' She said, flicking his hair, then she sighed. 'Now sod off- I'm trying to have a shower in peace.'

Sam chuckled, then gave her one more kiss. 'I'm not a girl.' He told her, then closed the shower door behind him.

Dawn sighed, turning the shower tap off. After that sudden "attack" she was going to have to get a lock on the shower door now (!) She sneaked her arm out of the door for the dressing gown, stepping into it and tying it in a big bow on the front. She walked up to the mirror and stared at herself- she'd always been slightly tanned, but now her skin had a look about it- a look of toughness really.

Great (!) So much for femininity... maybe Sam was getting somewhere saying she was a guy (!)

When she walked back into the bedroom, she stopped dead, then put her hands on her hips. 'And just what do you think you're doing?' She asked as a half naked Sam rifled through her wardrobe. He shrugged innocently, then held up her shortest little black dress.

'Cute dress.' He smirked, then put it back in. Dawn sighed and walked over, shooing him before he started on the shoes- she'd end up hitting him in annoyance with the great big heels.

'Maybe you'll get to see me in it if you're lucky-?' She teased with a grin, reaching inside and pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans and a long white top, then a black belt to go around her waist.

'Hang on a moment there-'

Dawn frowned, then glanced around at Sam. 'What girl?' Sam sighed, shaking his head. 'Well boy I wanna ask you something.' He sat down on the bed, and after a moment, she joined him.

'What?' She asked, trying to straighten her damp tangled hair with her fingers. Sam chuckled, then pulled something from his jeans pocket, then opened it.

Dawns eyes widened as she realized.

'Sam, I-'

'Marry me Dawn?'

Dawn just shook her head in disbelief, staring at the engagement ring. Then chuckled. 'Do I want to know where you got that from?' Sam snorted. 'Hey! I worked hard for that!'

'Pool game?'

'... might have been.'

Dawn chuckled, shaking her head as she took it. Sam watched her put it on the correct finger; he'd guessed the size correctly.

Now she said, watching the little diamond facets catch the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains, making it shine in every color. 'So... you play some poor bastards, clean them out, then go out and buy a ring for me? That's nice... Was the game hard?'

Sam shrugged. 'The guys were... kinda drunk out their faces. Didn't know one dollar to one hundred.' Dawn sighed- she couldn't complain, she'd done things of the same sort before. But...

Marriage-? That was... overwhelming...

She stared at it again, then Sam said hesitantly. 'Well? What do you think?' Dawn sighed, and shook her head. 'You cleaned god knows how many people out, then go out and buy this rock-?' She chuckled. 'What do you think I'm going to say?'

Sam was silent, then he said. 'Umm-'

'Yes idiot!'

Sams kind of worried face turned into a full blown grin now. 'Really?' Dawn scoffed. 'No (!)' Sam chuckled. 'Just messing-' then he flipped her onto the bed and hovered over her and asked.

'But really... do you want to?'

Dawn sighed, staring up into his eyes. 'Believe me- I would have kicked off if it was a no.'

Sam didn't want to know if that was an insult or compliment, so he took it as neither.

Dawn chuckled now, putting a hand on his chest. 'Are you going to be wearing a dress since you're the girl?' Sam snorted. 'And you wear the suit?' Dawn shrugged, tracing patterns on his shoulder with a finger. 'I'll get Dean to curl your hair if you want.'

'Oh yeah (!)'

'Lovely then!'

Dawn chuckled now, then wondered something. 'When did you get this-?' She held up the ring. Sam sighed, and Dawn heard regret enter his voice. 'It was... just before the whole fiasco of me saying Yes.'

Dawn realized. 'You were going to ask me then-?' Sam chuckled and kissed her cheek. 'Of course Dan.' Dawn raised an eyebrow. 'Ok Samantha.'

Sam chuckled. 'You're really not gonna let that stay down now are you?'

Dawn chuckled, then moved the hand on his chest to his neck. 'You'll have to wait and see.' then kissed him.

A little while later, Dawn asked. 'You only got your soul back less than 24 hours ago... and already you've perved on me, slept with me, and now popped the question? All you need to complete the set is get laid.'

Sam chuckled. 'We'll save that till later hmm? I'm sure Dean'll be back anytime.' Dawn chuckled. 'He wouldn't dare walk in here.' Sam looked thoughtful. 'Hmm... somehow I don't think he'd mind too much.' He then got of Dawn and grabbed his shirt from the floor. Dawn sighed. 'Do you have to put that back on?' Sam chuckled. 'I might give you heart attack if I don't'

Dawn pouted. 'You're right there Samantha.' Sam sighed, then said. 'I'll get some breakfast ready Dan.' Dawn narrowed her eyes, a grin upon her face as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

She looked down at the hand with the ring on, then realized with a little bubble of happiness and excitement what exactly those facets meant.

Sha was getting married to the love of her life...

And she couldn't be happier.

When she'd gotten ready, she almost skipped down the stairs, smiling as she went, feeling like a total little girl again.

But who cared-? Not her, not Sam.

And if Dean did-? Well boo-hoo him!

To her delight, he still hadn't put his shirt on, and was now sat at the kitchen table, bowl of cereal one side, laptop on the other, which he was scrolling through with one hand.

'Aww, cereal (!) How romantic (!)' Dawn said as she sat down in front of her own bowl. 'Can you cook? Or is it beyond you Samantha?' Sam sighed and looked up from his work and food to frown at her. 'Sorry, you're out of anything edible.'

Dawn scoffed, then went over to the fridge and pulled out a few eggs and milk, then from the cupboard, flour.

'Pancakes!' She announced happily, then walked over and dragged him to his feet and over to the cooker.

'I know how to make pancakes!' He moaned as a bowl was shoved into his hands. Dawn raised an eyebrow, then smirked. 'Prove me wrong then.' then she sat down at the table, watching him with an eyebrow raised and a grin on her face.

Now this was a sight she could get used to.

A little while later, Sam set the pancake down in front of her. She grinned and smacked his leg as he sat back down, finishing his now soggy cereal.

Dawn looked impressed at the food on the plate- it looked edible at least.

But after taking a big bite an swallowing, she nearly threw up and started coughing violently, grabbing her throat. Sam was up in a flash and handing her a big glass of water while he patted her back, trying to stop the coughing.

Finally, she managed to get out.

'H-how much s-salt did you put i-in-?'

Sams eyes widened as he realized- Dawn was part demon... and-

'Crap, crap crap! Dawn I'm so sorry! I forgot!'

Dawn managed a weak laugh, then said. 'I take it b-back- your cooking's terrible. An-and now you're trying to kill me!'

Sam got her another glass of water, and she was feeling alot better after her throat had literally started to burn up.

'I'm sorry.' He said yet again, kissing her tenderly. Dawn coughed once more, but knew the worst was over- she would be fine in a few minuets.

Great (!) The fiance was already trying to kill her (!)

Dawn was now laid out on the sofa in her Sams arms, watching TV.

Sam frowned. 'Why do you watch that thing?' He asked with a sigh. Dawn shrugged. 'It's True Blood. It's hot!' Sam raised an eyebrow. 'Hot?' Dawn laughed. 'It's either this or Twilight (!)'

Sams eyes widened in horror.

'This!'

Dawn chuckled, then raised a hand to pull him down a bit so she could kiss him, hand wandering up his chest.

'Oh what a sight (!)'

The pair looked up to see Dean stood in the doorway, arms folded and an eyebrow raised.

Dawn chuckled. 'You could have come in five minuets later.' Dean groaned, then shook his head and said. 'Take it everythings all peachy and soulful?' Dawn laughed again, then resumed kissing Sam, much to Deans obvious disgust.

He waved a hand and went into the kitchen, looking in the fridge for a beer, but finding none. Bitch...

When Dean finally sat down, he stared at Sams laptop, which was left on a page about hotels in Florida.

Hmm... nice for some (!)

Dawn walked in now, and went over to the washing up bowl, turning it on for a moment to rinse out a cup. She frowned at Dean. 'What are you doing on there?'

Dean looked up and shrugged. 'You two going for a nice holiday?' Dawn chuckled. 'Something like that.' But Daen frowned. 'What aren't you telling me?'

Dawn shrugged and said. 'Well... I was wondering if you'd like to be best man.'

Dean nearly choked.

'What did you just say-?'

Dawn smiled innocently. 'Oh yeah! Fogot to mention- guess who's going to be your sister-in-law or something like that?'

Dean shook his head, then groaned, spotting the ring on her finger- she was telling the truth.

'God... kill me now (!)' Dawn tittered. 'Dean, Deany-Dean... you're gonna be soo much fun! I'm going to stick you in a suit! Then I'm gonna-'

Dean nearly whimpered as she mentioned a suit.

What had he done to deserve this-?

Well! Things certainly seem to be getting back to normal anyway. Now a little wedding- thats a new chapter for Dawn. Next up soon! X Nic&Ana