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With one last look in the mirror to the left of her to inspect herself once more. She had left her long hair alone in waves over her back. She added a little more make up than usual but nothing over the top. With no help from Dean she had to pick her outfit based off what she assumed they would be doing so she went with a gray sweater dress that hugged her body just right due to the black belt right under her bust. Paired with some black tights because it's too cold for just a dress in December. She hears a knock at the door as she's slipping on her black flats. Bree smiles to herself as she glances at her wall clock noticing it is exactly 7:00, like Dean promised. After fighting down the butterflies in her stomach mixed with nerves she makes her way over to the door. With one last deep breath she opened the door to see Dean.
"Hey.." She greets him softly while looking him over.
He's wearing a burgundy button up under his leather jacket along with a pair of "nice" jeans. Since they don't have any of the usual holes or wear she could only assume they are his nicest pair. And he looks great.
"Wow, you look beautiful." And Breanna couldn't hide the blush that rose to her cheeks. She would never be able to get used to him calling her that or him looking at her like that.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Winchester." Adding a wink at the end to hopefully hide how nervous she was.
Dean gave a deep chuckle before grabbing her coat from the rack to the left of him and holding it out for her to slide into.
"Thank you." She almost muttered under her breath. She couldn't understand where this part of Dean was coming from. Sure, he did sweet stuff off and on but nothing like this. It was making it nearly impossible for the thoughts of what he did even flicker through her brain. At the moment she couldn't think of one negative thing Dean had ever done to her.
She grabbed her purse off the side table and glanced at Dean, "Ready?"
Dean just held out his hand which she graciously took and he intertwined their fingers. She quickly shut and locked the door before following Dean.
"Where's your car?" She questioned. Thinking he would have pulled it into her drive way to make it a quicker walk than to his garage, due to the cold.
"We won't be needing her." Dean smirked at her before untangling their fingers then wrapping his arm around her shoulders as to keep her warm. Bree laughed a little about him calling his car a her, she had forgotten his attachment to "Baby".
Bree didn't asked any questions just soaked up his warmth as he lead her into his house. Dean stopped right before the door and looked over at her. He had a bit of a nervous look on his face and she didn't understand what was happening.
"What are we doing at your house?" She asked while trying to sound more interested than confused.
"We are having our first date." He said before placing a tender kiss on her cheek and opening the door ushering her in from the cold.
Bree barely heard the door close behind her as she took in the one cluttered living room that now had candles dimly lighting the room along with soft rock playing in the background. She walked in taking the room in, all of the furniture was gone and right in the middle of the room was a big blanket with a few pillows scattered on the flannel material. Beside the blanket there was a small bucket filled with ice and beer. To the left of the bucket there was a white box and some napkins.
"So.. what do you think?" Dean questioned from behind her while running his hair nervously.
She turned around and couldn't even find words to explain how much she loved it. She gave him a huge smile that could have possibly made her look crazy but she couldn't hide how happy she was.
"It's perfect, Dean." And Dean let out an audible sigh of relief.
"I was hoping you would like it." Dean quietly explained.
"I more than like it, I love it. You did this all by yourself?" She asked.
Dean tugged her out of her jacket before sliding his off too and placing them on the counter in the kitchen.
"Well Sammy helped me move around the furniture but it was mainly all me." Dean said proudly.
She hadn't moved from her spot as she watched him sit their jackets in the kitchen before coming back to her and grabbing her hand. He led her to the blanket and gestured for her to sit. And she did so after slipping out of her shoes. He popped off the cap of two beers and handed her one. Bree took a big swig of hers and looked up the still standing Dean.
"Aren't you going to sit?" Bree said with a little bit too much lust behind her voice but at this point she was just lucky she was able to stop herself from climbing on top of him and riding him like there is no tomorrow.
He gave her one of his throaty chuckles. "I'm going to go grab dinner from the kitchen really fast."
"Well here let me help you." And she went to stand but Dean didn't allow that.
"You sit here, make yourself comfortable and drink your beer. I'll be right back."
She smiled and put the beer bottle back up to her lips. She moved one of the pillows under her so she would be sitting on it then tucked her legs under her. Dean quickly poured the noodles into the pasta and stirred it all up the best he could, he wasn't sure what he was doing but he assumed he couldn't mess up spaghetti. Once he felt it was combined he put the lid on the top of the pot, grabbed to bowls along with forks and carried it all into the living room. He sat the pot beside the beer then sat beside her and handed her a bowl.
"Hope you're in the mood for spaghetti."
"You made this?" She couldn't hide the shock in her voice.
"Don't sound so shocked babe. I can made spaghetti." He jokingly defended himself.
He grabbed a napkin and handed it to her before filling their bowls with spaghetti.
She sat quietly and just watched as he worked. Once it seemed he was done filling her bowl with spaghetti and his was full too she promptly took a bite. He waited to see what she thought before he started on his.
"Wow, I'm impressed." She said to calm his nerves and she saw him relax a bit and start devouring his spaghetti.
They sat quietly until they both had their fill of the food. He grabbed her bowl and stacked it with his then grabbed the pot and carried everything back into the kitchen. Dean started cleaning up everything just a little and putting up the leftovers. She rubbed her full stomach and adjusted the pillow so she could lean on her elbows comfortably. That's when she noticed the white box from earlier.
"What's in this box?" She asked loudly hoping he could hear her over the running water.
Dean cut the water off and dried his hands before shutting off the kitchen light. The candle light being the only thing illuminating the room. He came back into the living room and resumed his spot on the blanket between her and the box.
"What's in what?" He asked nonchalantly before opening them each a new beer.
She smiled at him, playing into his game. "What's in this white box?" She asked a bit more specifically this time and pointed at it.
"Oh that box." He says with a smirk.
Bree couldn't help but roll her eyes. She went to reach past him to grab it and he grabbed her wrist just before she touched it. He snatched the box up and cracked it open slightly.
"I remembered you saying how much you liked white chocolate strawberries so I got some for dessert." He said in the plainest voice, like it wasn't a big deal.
And for the briefest of moments Breanna felt a warmth of emotion flow through her, reminding how she fell in love with this man. Despite everything things like this proved that he too had a tremendous amount of feelings towards her. Bree just starred at Dean and after a few moments of her silence he looked up from the box to meet her eyes. She gave him a genuine smile in which he returned.
"What?" He asked while the smile never left his lips.
Bree fought the urge to allow of her emotions to come running from her lips, "Nothing.. Thank you, Dean. For everything." She reached out and he opened the box allowing her to pick her strawberry.
"Yeah, don't mention it." He sat the box down and rubbed his hand along the back of his neck nervously.
She sank her teeth into the sweet treat but her eyes never left Dean. "So, what's next?" She asked playfully.
Dean's signature smirk appeared on his lips before adding, "What makes you think I have anything else planned?"
She finished the strawberry and placed the inedible end back into the box before looking around the room once more. Noting that the TV was still in the room even though the rest of the furniture had been removed and saw the flashing lighting on the DVD player underneath.
"Well," she began with a smile. "You went through the trouble of removing all of the furniture but you left the TV and the DVD player is on which makes me think that maybe you had planned on us watching a movie."
She moved herself from her elbows and scooted a little closer to him. Before allowing him to talk she got up clicked the TV on and pressed play on the DVD player. Once it clicked on and the screen of the movie popped up she realized it was "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". She turned with a shocked look on her face.
Dean held up his hands defensively, "Listen, you said it was your favorite Christmas movie and with Christmas in a week I thought we could watch it is all."
Bree gave out a hearty laugh before nearly tackling Dean with a hug. He started laughing along with her and gave into the hug. She was being playful and squirmy and Dean softly moved them and before she knew it he was over her with their faces only inches apart. She felt the very serious stare he was giving her down to her core. She couldn't help her eyes from flicking from his green ones down to his pouty lips. She swallowed hard suddenly very nervous. Dean sat there not advancing, not moving, his eyes mimicking hers and looking between her eyes and her now slightly open lips.
"Dean?" She barely said above a whisper.
Dean licked his lips softly before closing the space and allowing their lips to softly touch. It was a tender and innocent kiss, unlike their previous times together. He didn't try to take it anywhere else and she just enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. After a moment he pulled back from her and laid on his back wrapping his arm around her and using the free arm to grab a pillow and put it under his head.. Her head ended up on his chest and he grabbed the remote and pressed play allowing the movie to start. Dean pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she couldn't remember the last time she felt so content.