Day 29 - doing chores around the house


The Luckiest Guys on Earth

"Make sure to dust the bookshelves!" Cas called.

"Yeah, I got it!" Dean replied, lifting the duster and running it over the various books and picture frames that sat on their bookcase. But his mind was somewhere else, namely on the ring in his pocket that was weighing a ton.

He'd been holding on to it for some time now, but couldn't propose. It wasn't like he was changing his mind or anything. No way in hell. He definitely wanted to marry Cas, wanted to be the only person in Cas' life and have Cas be the only person in his. He just kept chickening out.

He hated chick flick moments to begin with, and anything big or elaborate that he came up with just seemed ridiculous in his eyes and unfitting of his and Cas' relationship. What he really wanted to do was just slip the ring on Cas' finger while he was sleeping. Simple, nonchalant, easy.

Except every time he woke up before Cas and pulled the ring out, poised to slip it on, he was struck by some sort of nervous terror, like somehow Cas would say no or would wake up and freak out, and he just couldn't put the ring on.

"Okay, our bedroom and the bathroom are clean," Cas said, coming down the hall. "So is the office. Did you finish the kitchen?"

"Yeah," Dean said.

"And how's the living room coming?"

Dean set down his duster and wiped down the television screen. "Done!"

Cas smiled. "Perfect. Do you think we missed a spot?"

Dean looked around the ridiculously clean apartment (Cas liked to do a crazy all-in-one cleaning spree every other month) and smiled. Then he looked down at Cas' left - ringless - hand.

"Just one," Dean said before he could stop himself.

His heart thudded in his chest as Cas tilted his head to the side. "Really? Where? You got the windows, right?"

"Yeah, I got the windows," Dean muttered.

"Then – "

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled the ring out. He felt like he was going to pass out or vomit, but there was no going back now, so he took Cas' left hand and slid the ring on.

"There," he said with a smile. "Spotless."

Cas looked stunned, staring down at their hands. "Dean," he stammered. "Are-are you – is this – are we – "

"Will you marry me?" Dean asked, smiling as he sank down to one knee, because damn straight he's a romantic son of a bitch.

"Of course, you idiot," Cas breathed, tears forming in his eyes. "Of course."

Cas went down to his knees and kissed Dean hard, as if Dean wasn't dizzy enough before. Then Cas pulled away and started laughing.

"What?" Dean asked. "Did I do it badly? I didn't plan it, I just – "

"No, it's…" Cas pulled a ring out of his pocket. "It seems I got you the same ring. And I've been trying to figure out how to ask you."

Dean stared at the titanium ring in Cas' hand and then at the titanium ring on Cas' finger.

"That's why the jewelry lady kept smiling at me weird!" Dean exclaimed. "You must've gone in before me!"

Cas laughed and put the ring on Dean's finger. "We really are a pair of idiots, aren't we?"

"Idjits, as Bobby would say," Dean said.

Cas grinned. "Yes he would."

Dean put his hands on either side of Cas' face and pulled their foreheads together.

"I love you," Dean said solemnly. "I've loved you for so long. I loved you way before I even realized it."

"I loved you when you were engaged," Cas whispered, causing Dean to laugh. "And I thought I was going to go to hell, coveting a woman's fiancé, but I figured it would be worth it to suffer hell's fires so long as I got to love Dean Winchester."

Dean shook his head and peppered kisses all over Cas' face.

"You're too good for me," he said.

"I would say the same about you," Cas replied.

"How did we get so lucky?" Dean asked.

Cas smiled. "I'd like to spend the rest of my life asking that question."

Dean smiled back. "And I'd like to spend the rest of my life answering that."

Cas laughed and kissed him. "I think that can be arranged."