OK, it wasn't the most romantic thing in the world, but it kind of was, in it's own way. It was romantic for Dean, and while you'd only been with him for five months, you knew this was just about as romantic as he could get.
You had gone to dinner, just the two of you, and not at a diner or a Biggerson's. No, you ate at a little Italian place in town with red and white checked tablecloths and bread sticks in jars, and short red candles on all the tables. Dean even dressed up. Well, not exactly, but he had shed his three-day old yellow and brown plaid shirt for the burgundy button down that he knew you loved. You teased him when the food came that Kansas Italian food wasn't really Italian food, not like it was back home in New York. He snuck so many bites of your penne vodka that he ended up eating most of it. You talked and laughed and flirted and held hands: it was the perfect date night.
Already overwhelmed by the surge of sudden romance in your relationship, you were totally unprepared for the next stop. You had been daydreaming, lost in happy thoughts of you and Dean, staring out the window as he drove you back towards home. He turned off the highway well before he should have and onto a dirt road that looked like it was leading into the forest.
"Um, babe, where are we going?" you asked, lifting your head off the window.
"It's a surprise." He winked.
"Ok... but just so you know, this is how horror movies start. Couple goes on a romantic date night, get lost driving home, and suddenly there's a dude with a hook hand taking out intestines."
He laughed and smiled at you. "Don't worry Y/N, I'll protect you."
He kept driving for a little while until you emerged from the trees into an open field. He parked, got out and sat on the hood of the Impala. You joined him, sitting close so you could rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and you sighed; he was warm and safe and you were so happy suddenly that you thought you'd start crying.
You both sat quietly, wrapped up in each other's arms, watching the stars. You imagined you could see them moving slowly across the sky, doing a dance for you. Dean kissed the top of your head and you sat up to kiss him back, but on the lips. He smiled against your mouth.
"Y/N..." he said.
"Yeah Dean?"
He cleared his throat and pressed your foreheads together, his nose gently brushing against yours. "I wanna say something to you but I'm a little...nervous so just don't say anything until I'm done, OK?"
"Dean Winchester, nervous?" you teased, giggling against him.
"Seriously Y/N/N."
"Ok, I'm sorry." You relaxed your face, the goofy smile fading away. You sat up and looked at him, suddenly worried about what he was about to say. You'd told him some big news a few weeks ago, but he hadn't really said anything about it since, and that worried you.
Dean sat up and took your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. His green eyes were wide and anxious and you could see starlight reflecting in them.
He took a deep breath and started to talk, his voice was low and cracking. "Y/N... You have been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. When we first met I thought, 'Hey, cool chick, I'd like to bang her'." He laughed nervously, "And then when we got to talking and working with you, I thought, 'I want her to stay'. And now, I mean, I don't ever want you to go." He looked down at your hands, biting his lip, trying to find the right words. You could tell he hadn't rehearsed this and was stumbling over himself to get it right. When he looked back up you smiled softly, trying to tell him it was OK to go on without interrupting him. "Y/N, I... I love you and I, uh... well..." He reached into his jacket pocket and your heart stopped beating for a moment. Dean pulled something out and rubbed it between his fingers. Even in the faint light of the moon you could see it shine in his hands. You held your breath and waited. Dean held out his hand, finally showing you the ring. "Will you marry me?" He asked. Your heart leapt in your chest and began beating again. You threw your arms around Dean's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"Is that a yes?" He managed to say, pulling back from you a tiny bit.
You laughed. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god Dean, yes." He smiled and you kissed him again. You couldn't help but laugh, the happiness bubbled up and out of you. You couldn't remember the last time you were so happy. "Dean, this is kinda crazy… oh my god." He held your face between his big hands and kissed you again.
"I know. But let's do it!" He said with an excited glint in his eye.
Reluctantly you pulled back and looked down at the ring. You tried not to act like it was a big deal, but you'd never been proposed to before, so it was kind of a huge deal. Dean slipped the silver ring onto your left hand and kissed your fingers. It was beautiful: silver filigree band holding a round misty white gem with streaks of pale blue in the center. You looked down at it and the back up at Dean; it was perfect.
"It's a moonstone. I found it at a vintage shop on the hunt last week." He said, still holding your hand. "Sam helped me pick it out. It's for protection. It's supposed to protect lovers during travel and uh… other situations."
You put your free hand on his face and pulled him towards you, kissing his lips gently. "It's amazing."
Sam was waiting up for you both when you got back. He was planted in the library, nose deep in a book as usual. You walked in, trying to play it cool like nothing had happened.
"Hey Sam." You said nonchalantly.
"Hey guys. How was dinner?" He asked, eyebrows raised, waiting for the news he obviously knew was coming.
"Great." Dean said.
"Eh, I mean, it's not Little Italy, but it was good." You said.
Sam shrugged, "Anything else?"
You twisted your face pretending to be deep in thought, tapping your left index finger on your lip. "Oh, do you mean… this!" You threw your ring hand in Sam's face, unable to hide your excitement any longer.
"I can't believe you said 'yes'." He said, shaking his head. He stood up and smothered you in a huge hug, lifting you up off your feet for a second. Sam put you down and kissed your cheek. "Congratulations." He said and turned to hug his big brother. "And you too Dean. Good job. I'm happy for you guys."
"Thanks man." Dean said, slapping a hand on Sam's back. "Now if you'll excuse us, I think we're gonna go celebrate." He winked at you, nodding towards the bedroom hallway.
"Yeah, good idea. Night Sammy!" You yelled as you took off running towards the bedrooms.
"Married?" Rowena repeated her son's words back to him in shock. "Dean Winchester's getting married? Why on Earth would he do that?" She laughed, tossing her long red hair behind her shoulder.
"For love Mother. Some people are still able to fall in love and that's what they do." Crowley all but rolled his eyes at her. He closed his phone and shoved it back in his pocket.
"So why did he tell you?" She asked, nose in the air.
Crowley sat on his throne, watching his mother pace around the room, her heels clicking on the ashen stones and echoing through the empty room.
"Because we are friends." Rowena snickered, annoying Crowley to no end. "We are. You are too now I supposed. We did just save the bloody universe with them."
Rowena spun around and glared at the newly restored King of Hell. "I am not a friend to the Winchesters my dear. I helped them to help myself, thank you." She said. "I think it's high time we get back to remembering who we all are. They are not your friends Fergus…" Her voice faded as she looked off into the distance, grabbing for something in her memory. She caught something and leaned forward, drawing Crowley's attention to her. "Do you think he's really in love? Truly in love?"
The King lifted his suit-covered shoulders and let them fall dramatically. "I suppose so. Why else would Dean Winchester ask someone to marry him?" His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing his mother's tone. "Why do you suddenly care?"
Rowena pursed her lips and put her hands up, "Oh, I just had a wee bit of an idea. Something that would help us all out and make sure Dean goes away and stays away this time; for good."
"Oh please, will you stop it? How many times must we do this dance? It's pathetic."
"Pathetic? What's pathetic Fergus is that you seem to forget time and again who you are and what you have worked for and you let those damn boys distract you. They need to be taken care of, for good. As in dead."
Crowley rolled his eyes. "Do you have any idea how much I hate you Mother? Can't we just let this one go? Beside, you can't kill either one of them: they always come back."
Rowena bowed her head and looked up at him with a sinister smile. "Oh I can kill him, and make sure he stays dead. There's a little spell I read in The Book of The Damned…and now… I have the final ingredient."
