Here is another chapter! Thanks for those who wanted me to post this (shout out to the anonymous poster on tumblr, I love you. (I love all of you)) your support really inspires me to write and get out of my writers block. Thank you all so much! Without further ado, the next chapter!

I woke up sometime later, the sound of cars rushing past every now and then filled my ears, the headlights moving across my eyelids. I got up from the ground, thankfully having have fallen far from where my stomach decided to dump itself. I sat against the tire of my car and gulped in breaths of air, trying to asses the new information in my head.

*Flash back*

I looked over the view in front of me, the ocean pulling forward and back in waves. Dean and I had just finished a job in this town, a ghost who was convincing children to lash out. The job was simple, and all had gone well. I sat on the edge of the dock just off of Anderson Island, my bare feet brushing the cool water of the Puget Sound splashing around my feet and the cool Washington air surrounding me. I felt completely calm. I felt a presence sit next to me, immediately knowing it was Dean.

"Hey babe, whatcha doing?" He cooed, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me to him. I snuggled into him.

"Just admiring the water. What about you?"

"I'm pondering a question."

"What's the question?" Dean pulled away and got up, pulling me up with him. He pulled me towards the center of the dock, the sunlight silhouetting his figure as it began to dip behind the horizon. He took a deep breath.

"Cas, there are so many things I want to say to you, but to be honest, I don't have the words. Ever since you came into my life, you've been a blessing, through thick and thin-"

"Where are you going with this, Dean?" I asked, concerned. He heard the uncertainty in my tone and backpedaled a bit.

"I'm not going anywhere bad, Cas, let me finish." Dean laughed, taking my hand. His touch was comforting, so I let him continue.

"Even when you left, even when we were angry at each other, even when we both took out our issues on each other, we were still together in the end. And I don't want that to end. Ever. I want you to be by my side forever Cas." He stopped and took a breath of air, collecting himself before speaking again.

"Will you marry me?"

*End of flashback*

I sat wide eyed at the memory, if it even was that. The intensity of the emotions of it coursed through my body as I sat stunned. The love I'd felt, so familiar and foreign had me shaking. 'Do I tell Dean? No, no I can't get his hopes up. I'll keep it to myself until I know more.' After a minute, I picked myself up off the ground and got back in my car. I turned the key to start the car but it only stuttered in response. I sighed and tried again. Same thing. I let my head fall against the wheel in utter exhaustion, a desperate honk releasing from the car.

"Hello? Sir, do you need help?" A voice asked. A familiar voice. I sat up quickly to be met with Dean's startling green eyes.

"Cas? What are you doing here? How long have you been out here?" He rushed from his car, the concern evident in his face.

"Uhhh, I pulled over earlier because I wasn't feeling well and now my car wont start." I responded slowly, not wanting to tell him the whole story.

Dean made his way to the hood. He propped it up to take a look.

"Looks like your battery is dead. I have a jumper cable in Baby, I'll be back." He determined, walking away from the trunk and over to the trunk of a shiny black 1967 Chevy Impala that was parked behind my white beater 2003 Ford Escort. I paled at the comparison.

I watched Dean dig around until a red and black jumper cable emerged from the trunk and it was slammed closed. Dean sauntered over, unraveling the cord as he did so. I felt my skin flush, thanking God for the darkness to hide it. Dean reached the front of his car and popped the hood. He hooked the respective hooks to their sides of his battery, showing of a wonderful, and I mean amazing, view of his ass. I swear there should be an equation for it's exact measurements, that's how fine it was.

Dean repeated the action to my car, his ass still impressive, the car not so much.

"Get into the driver's seat and turn the ignition when I tell you try and start your car," Dean explained as he walked past me and entered his car. He kept his door open as he started his car and revved the engine. "Try now!"

I turned my car on. The car let out a small roar of life and I sighed in relief. I could go home. I looked at the clock on my dash and nearly fell out of the car. It's two am!?

"You're good to go. How far do you have to drive?" Dean asked, smoothly sliding up next to me and leaning against the frame of the car.

"I live an hour or so away. I should be fine, though I think I'll be skipping work today. It's two am."

"Is it? I didn't realize." The sky rumbled, the overcast black sky began to drop sheets of water on us, drenching us instantly.

"Well, I think it's kind of dangerous to make a huge drive in this weather," Dean commented, looking me in the eye. "You can follow me home if you want. I have a guest room setup if you really don't want to make the drive."

"I think that would be the safest course of action, but I'll need some dry clothes-"

"I have some clothes and pajamas for you, it's fine." Dean cut him off. He didn't look me in the eye and I could see the slight blush on his face from the gleam of the headlights. I didn't mention it though.

"Allright. I'll follow you then."

Dean got in his car and I did as well. I watched as he pulled forward in front of me and led me down all of the roads as we went. I watched the scenery as I drove behind him, small flashes of memory flickering across my vision, allowing me to recognize this route as the way we drove together as a couple for many many years, then it dawned on me. He has clothes for me because I used to live there. I used to share a closet with him. I used to share a bed and house and the responsibility of raising a small child.

My fingers clenched around the wheel as we pulled into our respective spots on the driveway.

Dean never let go of my old clothes or pictures which means he never let go of me.

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