Dean pulled into town at 5:45, driving past the fire house and approaching Meg's house with trepidation. Seth had sent a briefly worded message – "Ya might wanna head to Meg's… just know that it was her idea." What's Meg up to? And why would Seth send me a damn cryptic message? Don't bullshit, just spit it out! Dammit! Did she leave? Shave her head? Buy a sports car? Argh! Dean wiped his hand across his tired brow. I promised to take her out to dinner tonight. I don't have the energy to argue, shower and go to a restaurant. Dear God, please don't let this be a huge deal. He turned into the driveway and turned off the truck. I shoulda stopped at the apartment and showered first. Always come home smelling zestfully…what the hell am I saying? Come home smelling clean? Ha! This is where I should come to get clean. This is where I should come dirty and smelly, ditch my work clothes and shower so I smell good for my woman. That sounds so good! Dean opened the back door with a smile.

"Welcome home!" Meg called from farther back in the house.

"Hey, babe! I love hearing that from you!" Dean called. He put his work boots in his shoe rack and walked across the kitchen, sitting his lunch pail on the counter.

"I'll be down in a minute." Meg called out again.

Dean continued through the kitchen and into the dining room. He froze when he glanced towards the living room. That's my trunk. Turning around he realized and that is my shoe rack. Another look around allowed him to catch sight of his two-person kitchen table hiding against the wall with a stack of picture frames on top of it. Those are my bar stools where she wants the breakfast nook. What in the world? Dean lengthened his stride as he headed for the stairs. "Babe? Looks like you've been kinda busy today… Got something you wanna talk about?" He took the stairs two at a time and rolled quickly into the bedroom doorway where he stopped cold in his tracks. Meg was closing the drawer of his dresser with his clean clothes folded on the bed. "Um…"

Her head was ducked as she shrugged her shoulders. "You said there was no need in keeping two places. You spend all your time here anyway and this seems to be our home. It might as well be official. You take liberties with changing things around as it is so why not, right?" Dean could tell that Meg was starting to get nervous. "I mean, if you don't like it we can always move your stuff back." Dean wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.

Before Meg could say anything else, he kissed her lips gently. "Best surprise to come home to. Well, you naked would top it, but this is a wonderful surprise too." Before Meg could swat at him, he spun her around so she was standing with her back pressed against his chest. "I was teasing!" he chuckled in her ear. "I didn't know you knew where the apartment was or had a key."

"I swiped it. This took a little last-minute planning, but it was worth it if you are happy."

"I'm happy. Now I only have one home and it's the one I want." Dean's voice rumbled in her ear. "My woman, our home; this is the good life." Meg wrapped her arms around his and leaned her head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment. "This is how life is supposed to be." He kissed the side of her neck before pressing their cheeks together.

Meg whispered, "I love you."