"Come on, just play with me." Buffy coaxed, meeting his eyes in the mirror as she took out her earrings.
"Sweetheart, you don't want to say that to me." Dean laughed.
"Oh god. You're such a perv. I didn't mean it that way. Seriously, if you could be anywhere but here, where would you go and who would you be with?"
"Hmm." Dean leaned back against the headboard and pretended like he really had to think about it. "I'd go into the future." He mused. "About two minutes from now. With you."
"Why would you want to do that?" She pouted. "You're not playing right. You're supposed to say a place and a person and what you'd be doing."
"Well, I'd either be getting slapped or kissed."
Buffy set her hairbrush down on the dresser and turned toward him, folding her arms across her chest. "And why exactly would those be the options? What are you going to do?"
Dean bit his lip as he got up from the bed and walked toward her.
"Are you going to answer me?" She frowned. "What are you - oh." Her eyes widened as Dean got to one knee in front of her.
He opened the box and nearly dropped it on the floor. "Son of a bitch." He muttered, catching it and turning it toward her. He looked up at her and licked his lips nervously. "I kinda wanted it to go differently, but that just ruined it, so...you wanna get married?"
"Dean." Buffy stared down at him.
His eyebrow rose after a few seconds of her not saying anything else. "I've never done this before, but I think I'm supposed to get a yes or a no."
"Yes." Buffy held her hand out. "And you didn't ruin anything." She grinned.
"Good." Dean blurted, sliding the ring onto her finger. "I'm not so good at this kind of stuff."
"Liar." She smirked at him. "You're perfect at it."
He stood up and put his arms around her. "So, you're not going to slap me, are you?"
"Mmm. Nope."
Dean laughed. "Can I get a kiss, then?"
Buffy's eyes sparkled. "No."
He froze and looked confused. "Why not?"
"Because I'd rather give you more than one." She teased. "Moron."
Dean laughed and kissed her. "Is that any way to talk to the man you're gonna marry?"
"My proposal story's going to have 'son of a bitch' in it." Buffy giggled. "I think you earned at least one mocking nickname."
"I can make it up to you." Dean whispered, leaning toward her.
Buffy's eyes closed and she tilted her head back. "Okay." She murmured.
"Great." Dean grinned and started walking toward the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" Buffy blurted.
"The store. I want some cookies." He giggled and ducked out of the way when her hairbrush went sailing across the room, even though he knew she hadn't actually been aiming at him.
"Where did you meet her?" Sam asked.
"Huh?" Dean looked up at his brother. "Uh, some little town in Florida."
His brother eyed him skeptically. "What little town?"
Dean wiped his hand over his mouth and mumbled.
"What?" Sam shook his head. "I hate it when you do that. Just say it."
"Orlando." Dean smiled wryly. "Okay? I went to friggin' Disney World. Are you happy now?"
Sam's mouth dropped open and he started laughing. "That's great, Dean. Did you get your picture taken with Mickey Mouse?"
"Shut up." Dean rolled his eyes. "Place is haunted."
"By who, the ghost of Christmas past?" Sam snorted.
"Anyway...she was there with this guy, kinda babysitting him, even though he was only a few years younger than her." He smiled. "So there I was with the walkman I'd just converted - she loved that, by the way." He glared at Sam pointedly before he continued. "And I'm walking right past her when the thing starts beeping so loud, I screamed and dropped it. What?"
"You screamed like a girl, didn't you?" Sam grinned. "That's great." He chuckled.
"No, I did not scream like a girl, Samantha. You wanna hear this or not?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"So, she turned around, and I swear to God, Sammy." Dean's eyes were slightly unfocused, like he was watching the scene play out in front of him. "I think time stopped. Just for a second or somethin', you know? It did. It turned out that she had a bloodstain on the back of her shirt. Demon blood. I'm gettin' ahead of myself, though. So yeah, time stopped and then she picked it up and kinda gave it a weird look when she realized I didn't have a tape in there." He grinned. "Think I fell in love with her right then." He shook his head a little. "Uh, how did you meet Jess?"
Sam was startled by the quick change in subject. "She was in my orientation group when I got to Stanford. I knew I liked her when she started correcting the guy giving us the tour."
Dean smirked.
"What?"
"Nothin'. Go on."
"That was basically it. I asked her out, we started dating."
"Dude. At least my story was interesting."
"But you didn't finish." Sam frowned. "How did you two end up together?"
Dean shook his head. "I'm gettin' kinda sick of this heart-to-heart shit."
Sam sighed. "Fine, don't talk about her." He muttered.
"Reverse psychology?" Dean snorted. "Nice try. You don't get it. She was mine, all right? You had college, Dad had Ellen and her band of mullet misfits, and I had Buffy. So why don't you leave it the fuck alone?"