Do something big, she said.

Maybe this wasn't what she had in mind, but it felt just right. Dean was happy with that idea and Renee, too, seemed to be enjoying their little getaway.

Dean was embracing Renee from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Don't push me off the bridge," Renee joked.

Dean whispered, "I wouldn't do that in million years."

She breathed in the fresh air. The nature around them.

"You like it here?" Dean asked, anticipating the positive answer. "I know it's no Paris." That would be the ultimate "big thing." Considering the only option was to take her on a trip. Not do some big gesture.

"This is better than Paris," she smiled. The tone of her voice made it clear she really meant it. "Wouldn't it be beautiful to live here?"

"Live in Canada? No, thanks." The sarcasm was inserted there on purpose. Renee didn't need to know that Dean actually really liked the place. It looked so peaceful and made you stop worry and think about all the problems, or the busy schedule. Now it appeared they had all the time in the world. No hurry at all.

They had been standing on the Capilano Suspension Bridge for good twenty minutes now, in the same position. They were mostly quiet. Simply enjoying the moment. And that they could be there together.

"What is the reason for all this? Why are we here?"

There was no real reason. Definitely not Cassie and her telling Dean to do something big. Besides, that only happened in a dream and not in real life. Ok, frankly, maybe it prompted him to the idea of taking Renee somewhere, far away from everything, but definitely not the reason. He wanted to spend the free moments with her, that's all. And yeah, he considered buying plane tickets to Paris, or other major European city, but it would be too difficult. Especially now that they were touring on the west coast. And go to Paris just for two days – half of which would be spend in plane anyway? No, thanks, not worth it. So Dean thought of Vancouver. And there was no reason to regret that decision.

"We're here because we can." That was in a way the most honest and accurate answer he could offer to her.

"But . . ." Renee wavered. "It was your idea, wasn't?" Since she heard that many of the previous ideas, date ideas, that Dean supposedly came with were in fact Cassie's, she had to ask.

"I haven't consulted this with anyone," Dean replied truthfully. "It's all me," he added, somewhat proud of that fact.

Renee thought for a moment. She wondered why Dean thought that he needed someone to give him relationship advice when he was able of things like this. But her thoughts didn't reach Dean.

He wondered what others would think if they knew where he and Renee were. Nobody had any idea; Dean kept it a secret.

"You know," Renee suddenly spoke again, "I've never thought that one day we'll be here. Together."

Dean correctly guessed what was hiding behind her words. "It surprises you that we're a couple?"

"Yes. I'm still amazed by it sometimes. And that," she paused. "After everything that happened, we're still together."

Dean looked ahead at the vague abstractness. He felt strange. Suddenly he seemed to have realized what was happening around him. He got this feeling that Renee was his girlfriend. He knew that, but he had never really felt it. Like when you're going somewhere really far and you don't realize it, not until when you've already spent there a couple of months. It suddenly hit him. And also all those things that Renee had spoken about – what they'd got through. And more. Now he knew. "I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To act my age. Be in a serious relationship and don't count the days until it'll be over. I want it to last. I want our relationship to last," he admitted.

She turned around to look him in the eye. There was a smile on her face.

But he still sensed that she didn't quite believe him. That it all sounded too good to be true.

"I'm serious. Look," he told her and stretched out his arm to point with his finger at some unknown point in the distance. She had to turn around again to see. Dean was touching her shoulder with the other arm, as if to secure that she really wouldn't fall off that bridge. Then, when she put her hand on the railing, he placed his hand on top of hers.

"What am I looking at?" she asked. There was nothing he could possibly want to show her. Not special at least.

Dean chuckled. Then, after silencing his mouth, he significantly leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Our future."

She looked at him. "You're not scared of thinking about the future?" Renee doubted he could be able to get rid of that fear.

"No. You know," he reflected. "When you joked about being pregnant, I know I probably looked scared to death, but if a baby happened . . . I wouldn't freak out."

"Say it again," she teased him. No, he couldn't be serious.

But he took her hands in his and repeated, "I wouldn't freak out." He added, his hands in a don't-get-me-wrong gesture, "This is not me saying 'Okay, let's start having unprotected sex', but –"

It was a good thing that she interrupted him with a kiss because Dean wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. Or the whole thought, for that matter. He actually surprised himself saying those things. But he was glad that he did.

"You know, you're not the guy that I fell in love with." That confession confused Dean. Renee's smile, though, predicted a good ending. "But I love you even more than him." Dean chuckled. They always say "No, I'm not gonna change you," but they do. Women.

"That's a good sign." He stopped talking to prevent passing people from hearing their private conversation. When they were far enough away, he continued. "You remember Monday?"

"What's on Monday?"

"You don't remember," he said, somewhat let down.

But Renee smiled, letting him know that she didn't forget. "You wanted to ask me something." He told her about that "special event" – or whatever he had planned for that "Raw in Vegas" – so long ago, but she wouldn't simply forget about it.

"I still do."

"Wow," she abruptly exclaimed. "Of course I would remember," he stated for her the evident. "But how come you do? I thought you've long forgotten about it."

"Don't underestimate me."

"I'm not. I just . . . I thought that after everything that has happened, you wouldn't go through with it." She honestly felt that way. Of course she believed that Dean was forgetful enough to let that slip, but on the other hand, there was an option that Dean would change his mind. Or wouldn't consider it a good idea anymore. That no matter what the question that he wanted to ask her was, he couldn't get her to say yes.

Dean wasn't upset because of his girlfriend's possible lack of faith in him. "I see no reason not to." He spoke enthusiastically. "I love you. You love me. And I believe it's gonna stay that way. So why not to . . . maybe make a little step forward?

Renee was a little confused. Happy but puzzled. Where was all that confidence coming from, she wondered. He was not afraid. Actually it appeared more the way that he was looking forward to the future. Yeah, Dean certainly wasn't the same guy that he was when they started dating. "You're feeling all right?" she asked him.

"Better than ever. No," he laughed, "you really don't believe that I could say those things if I wasn't sick or drunk? Look at me, Renee, I feel great. I just . . . I've never been so sure as I am right now."

"Are you sure this isn't just a dream? That I'll wake up and –" Dean hushed her.

"This is real life. So what that it doesn't suck for once?"