Connor fell asleep on a chair next to Kevin's bed a few hours later. However, Kevin was still awake. He was staring at his new ring, the one that symbolized just how much Connor loved him. He looked over at the red haired man fondly. He remembered the reaction of their friends when they said they were engaged. There were no comments on how it wouldn't last long or how they never would actually be married since Kevin was dying – only words of excitement and congratulations. They had squealed and hugged, which was a nice change from all the crying.
Kevin sat and wondered for a moment. Wondered about how much time he had left. Wondered how much time he had left with his friends.
With Connor.
He sighed. He loved Connor more than anything. He would give anything to stay with him, marry him. It was all he wanted, all he had wanted since they first kissed on their mission. Kevin shook his head. Stay in the present, Price. No time to think about the past, he thought.
Just then, Connor stirred, mumbling something about Kevin. The younger man leaned closer to the Irishman, hoping to hear more.
"Mmph, don't go Kevin. I can't... I can't go on without this," he mumbled in his sleep. He went on to moan quietly and then his face contorted in pain. Hell dream? It can't be. Connor spoke again.
"Don't touch him! He's miiiiiiiine, Satan."
Kevin sat back up. The sudden movement made Connor wake up momentarily. He looked up at Kevin and smiled. He murmured something in gibberish and put his head on Kevin's hips. The brown-haired boy looked down at him and ran his fingers through the older man's hair, making him shiver. Kevin watched as Connor drifted in and out of sleep. Finally he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at Kevin, who was still looking.
"Hello, love. Ugh, how long was I asleep?"
"A couple hours. Good dreams?" Connor frowned.
"Kevin. I had a Hell dream." His voice was shaking.
"What happened, Con?"
"Well, I lost you. We were here and Satan came and just took you. He said that you belonged to him now. So I started freaking out, trying to stop him, but he just kept sending demons after me. But I got up and ran after you. But... when I got to you, you said that you were glad that you were dying, because you wouldn't have to put up with me anymore. I just... I felt my heart break. It made me realize how much I don't want to lose you." Kevin could see tears forming in his fiancé's eyes. He took his hands and squeezed them tight.
"Honey, that will never, ever happen, okay? I love you so much. I never want to leave you, okay? You're my life – how could I leave my life behind?" Connor nodded dejectedly. Kevin cupped his face in his hands, forcing his head up.
"Hey. Don't doubt me, babe. I'm never wrong, remember?" He grinned, which made Connor smile weakly.
"There's the Connor McKinley I know," Kevin mused happily. He took his lover's face and brought it to his to give him a kiss.
They cuddled up and fell asleep together, with no Hell dreams or nightmares. Only dreams of each other.