"Garrett, what the hell are you—"
"I know that we've only been officially dating for less than a year," Garrett began, his fingers fumbling with the box, "But we've loved each other for so much longer."
"Um, Gar, buddy what are you doing?" Dean whispered, his eyebrows raised as he looked back and forth between Ellie and Garrett. Cass had his hands on his cheeks, his eyes widened as he tried to look away but couldn't.
"It's like a car crash, I can't stop staring," the angel said quietly.
"Shh, guys," Sam interrupted and waved a hand at his brother.
"Garrett, I—" Ellie felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest as Garrett moved to stand directly in front of her legs, looking down at her with a bright smile.
"Stop talking," He gently placed a finger over her lips, and she crossed her eyes to look at it before glaring up at him. "Let me say this."
"Okay," her reply was muffled by his finger, and he chuckled before dropping his hand.
"I'm sure you—and your uncles—think I'm about to propose to you," Garrett shot a quick look to where Dean and Cass were still staring at them before rolling his eyes and looking back to Ellie, "But I'm not. What am I doing is making a promise to you, that I will love you for as long as you'll have me. I know we're too young to get married, but I want you to know that whenever it comes time to take the next step in our lives, we'll do it together."
Garrett popped open the box and revealed a silver band with small diamonds lining it. Ellie sucked in a deep breath and smiled as she looked down at it, the stones sparkling in the light.
"It's made of actual silver," Garrett began to babble as he nervously pulled it out of the box, "That way if you think someone might be a werewolf or a shifter you could just shake their hand."
Ellie chuckled softly and shook her head, her eyes drifting closed.
"Oh god, you hate it," Garrett took a step back and groaned, "See Sam, I knew she wouldn't like it, I should've just bought her a normal present and not worried about our future and shit and now—"
Ellie cut him off by standing up abruptly and grabbing his face, kissing him. He froze for a moment before he sighed into her mouth and kissed her back. When Dean cleared his throat, they pulled away and Ellie snapped her head over to glare at him before turning back to Garrett.
"I love it," she whispered, grabbing the hand that had the ring and taking it from him before sliding it onto her finger. It fit perfectly, and she held her hand out to look at it with a smile.
"Told you," Sam scoffed as he stood up.
"You knew?" Ellie turned and looked at her father with an eyebrow raised.
Sam shrugged, looking down at her as she walked up to him, "He may have mentioned something in a text last night."
"And you're okay with this?" she put her left hand out and put all of her fingers down except her ring finger.
"Ellie," Sam sighed, grabbing her hand and holding it in front of his face with both of his hands, "I want you to be happy. Does this make you happy? Does he," Sam paused, looking pointedly at Garrett with a smile, "Make you happy?"
"Yes," Ellie answered without hesitation, the side of her mouth turning up into a half smile.
"Wait, what is happening?" Dean stood up suddenly, looking back and forth between Sam and Garrett, "Why weren't Cass and I made aware of this?"
"I was going to talk to you guys too," Garrett rubbed the back of his neck, "But Sam said—"
"Oh, Sam said?" Dean interrupted, turning to glare at his brother with his hands on his hips.
"Calm down, Dean," Sam rolled his eyes, "It's not like he was proposing."
"No, he was pre-proposing," Cass added, crossing his arms and earning him a strange look from everyone in the room. "What? I know what a promise ring is."
Ellie shook her head and turned to look at her uncle, who was still pouting, "Uncle Dean, you've got to stop with the overprotective thing. You do realize that someday I'm going to get married, right? Probably to Garrett."
Dean tightened his jaw and looked over at Garrett, who was shrugging, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Ellie groaned and rolled her eyes, "What about when we have kids?"
"Whoa whoa," Dean threw his hands up, "Nobody's having any babies for a long ass time."
"Amen," Garrett mumbled.
"I know," Ellie shook her head with her eyes closed as she slowly walked in front of Dean, "You've got to accept the fact that I'm growing up."
"I don't," Dean paused, looking down at her, "I don't want to."
"I know," Ellie tilted her head with a smile, "You want me to stay your little 'squirt' forever."
"Damn straight," Dean muttered before pulling her into his chest for a tight hug. Ellie wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder, sighing contently.
"Do you realize that when we do have kids you'll be their great uncle?"
"And the moment's over," Dean pushed her away, shaking his head swiftly, "Way to make me feel old as dirt, El."
Ellie chuckled and walked back towards Garrett, sliding her arm around his waist as she looked down at the ring on her hand.
"Do you really like it?" Garrett leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Yes," she replied, turning her head to kiss his cheek. "It's perfect."
A few hours later Garrett had run back to his apartment to get dressed for their dinner date, and Ellie was in her room while her father and uncles waited in the war room. Every once in a while they would hear her cursing, followed by loud banging.
"Maybe we should go check on her," Cass said quietly, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on the map table.
"I'm sure she's fine," Dean shrugged, leaning against the staircase.
"I don't know," Sam mumbled, biting his lips as he swiveled back and forth in his chair. Suddenly they heard a rather loud noise followed by Ellie yelling.
"Dad!"
Sam shot out of his chair and ran down the hallway towards her bedroom, not quite sure what he was expecting to see. Ellie's door flew open and her head poked out, her face scrunched up in a deep frown. Sam swallowed and tightened his lips together to try and not laugh at her appearance. She was wearing a robe, and had the base of her make up on, but her hair was all over the place.
"I need help," Ellie whimpered, opening her door fully. Sam sighed and walked in, seeing her desk covered in make up and bobby pins and hair ties and a straightener and curling iron.
"What can I do?" he asked, rubbing his palms against his jeans.
"It's my hair," she whined, sitting on her chair, "I know I wanted to cut it this short but now I can't make it look good."
"It doesn't look that bad, El," Sam chuckled softly, walking up behind her and making eye contact with her in the mirror.
"Shut up," she narrowed her eyes at him, "I could tell you were trying not to laugh when I opened the door."
"Okay well, I can help you," Sam reached over and grabbed a brush from her desk, pulling her hair all to the back of her head.
"Wait if you brush it my hair won't be wavy anymore," Ellie grabbed his wrist.
Sam tilted his head and looked down at her, "Ellie, do you really think that after twelve years I don't know how to do your hair?"
Ellie cocked an eyebrow and turned her head to look up at him, "Have you ever touched a curling rod in your life?"
"Just hush," Sam grabbed her head and made her turn forward, then gently began running the brush through her just barely shoulder length hair. Ellie watched in the mirror as her father focused on his task, rubbing her hair after each pass the brush made through it.
"This reminds me of when I was little," she whispered, looking down at her hands as she began to fidget with her fingers.
"Yeah," Sam chuckled, pulling a piece from her face, "You always liked me doing your hair."
"Jody said you used to watch youtube videos to try and learn new styles," Ellie laughed, biting her bottom lip.
"Ellie, do you trust me?" Sam put the brush down and leaned forward, resting his hands on her shoulders.
Ellie's nose scrunched up in confusion, "Of course."
"Okay then," he moved his hands to the chair and spun it away from the mirror, making Ellie whip her head around to glare up at him.
"What are you doing? I can't see."
"Just trust me," he bent over and kissed her nose before walking around to the desk and grabbing the curling iron.
"Fine, but if you burn off my hair I'm going to pull a 2007 Britney Spears."
Another couple hours passed and Garrett was waiting in the war room with Sam, Dean, and Cass.
"Where are you guys going to eat?" Dean crossed his arms, looking the young man up and down. Garrett was wearing a nice white button down with a black blazer over top and a pair of black slacks, his usually messy blonde hair parted on the side and slicked down.
"I'm not sure yet, I was going to let Ellie decide," Garrett let out a long breath.
"If you let Ellie pick you'll end up going to the taco hut," Cass chuckled, shaking his head.
"Nothing wrong with that," Dean pointed at the angel.
"But they're actually dressing nice for once," Sam interjected, "Garrett, make sure you take her someplace fancy, no matter what she says."
"That was my plan," Garrett smiled.
Just as Dean was about to open his mouth and complain about the cost of food in those kinds of places, his mouth instead dropped open dramatically as he looked to the spot beyond Garrett's face, at the doorway between the library and the war room. Garrett raised his eyebrows and realized Cass and Sam were staring at the same area, so he spun around.
Ellie was standing at the top of the few steps, her hands in front of her as she picked at her nails. The dress fit her perfectly, and when she pulled it aside to walk down the steps the slit on her thigh opened and showed off her beautiful high heels. Her make up was done expertly, with black liner around her eyes and red lipstick that matched the color of her dress. Her hair was curled just slightly, and parted deeply on the side. The smaller part was pulled back with a delicate french braid and secured with bobby pins, showing off the diamond stud earrings she was wearing that matched her necklace from Rowena perfectly.
She walked towards Garrett, whose mouth was still dropped open and smiled at him. With her heels she was only an inch or two shorter than him, so for once they were almost at eye level. She looked around at the four men in the room, who were all staring at her.
"What's wrong? Is something on my dress?" she began to worry, looking down and running her hands over the satin material.
"No," Garrett reached out and grabbed her hands, bringing them up to his lips before kissing them softly, "You're perfect."
"Damn it," Dean grumbled from the side, "You are grown up."
Ellie rolled her eyes and shook her head before turning and walking to Sam, who swallowed loudly and tightened his jaw.
"Dad?" she asked quietly, "Do I look okay?"
Sam let out a long breath and smiled, reaching his hand out to rest on her jaw, "You look amazing."
Ellie smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly, "Thanks Daddy."
"Love you, baby," Sam whispered, closing his eyes as he carefully pressed his hand to the back of her head.
"I love you more," she responded, pulling away and looking straight into his eyes.
"I love you most," he sniffed and reached up, smearing a lone tear from his cheek.
"Alright, enough of this sappiness," Dean cleared his throat, interrupting the moment. "You guys have fun, but not too much fun, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," Garrett chuckled before placing his hand on the small of Ellie's back and leading her towards the garage. Just before they walked through the doorway, she turned back and blew Sam a quick kiss.
Dean and Cass slowly walked up to Sam, who was breathing heavily and biting the inside of his cheeks.
"She's…" Sam trailed off, shaking his head and closing his eyes to try and stop the tears that were forming.
Dean sighed and patted his brother's back a few times before he tilted his head and looked at him with a confused expression.
"Wait, did you really do her hair?"
A/N: Basically just a fluffy chapter, but it's been so long since I updated that I figured I owed you guys some fluff. : )