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136. Hypothetical

Rose marched through the bunker like a woman on a mission – which she totally was. She'd spent years shipping Dean and Cas, ever since Cas' epic entrance in Lazarus Rising when sparks had literally flown! And then she'd found out that they were real and finally dating, after seven years of eye sex and subtext! Now it was two and a half years since they'd gotten together and Rose was not going to let this chance to meddle slip through her grasp!

"Hey, Dean!" she called. Dean looked up from where he was swigging a beer at one of the long tables and raised his eyebrows. "I need to talk to you!"

"Oh, you need to?" Dean said but he got up and followed her anyway. Rose opened the garage door, stepped aside to let Dean through and shut the door behind them. "Okay, what's up?"

"I'm going to ask you something," Rose said, hoisting herself onto the hood of the Impala and ignoring Dean's scandalised look. She'd always wanted to sit on the Impala! "And I want you to answer honestly. No lies or trying to avoid the truth."

Dean seemed to realise that she meant business because he leaned against the Impala and fixed her with a serious look.

"Shoot," he said. Rose took a deep breath.

"HowmuchdoyouloveCas?" she blurted out. Dean blinked.

"What?"

"How much do you love Cas?" Rose said far more slowly. Why was her heart pounding? She wasn't in a relationship with either of them!

"Uh…" Dean stared at her. "A lot. You know that."

"Yeah but how much is a lot?" Rose said. "I mean, there's 'I love you a lot as a boyfriend' and then there's 'I wanna spend the rest of my life with you' and then there's –"

"What are you on about?" Dean interrupted. Rose groaned.

"I suck at this," she muttered. "Look, I've been getting some vibes from Cas and I want to be sure before I go squealing to him. Would you marry him if he asked?"

Dean stared at her again.

"Did Cas put you up to this?" he said.

"No!" Rose said quickly. "He didn't ask me to do this! But like I said, I've been getting vibes from him. Hell, I even confronted him about it and he said that he'd never ask you 'cause he was sure you wouldn't go for it and he didn't want to screw anything up by –"

"Whoa, whoa!" Dean held up his hands. "Slow down, Rosie! Why the hell does Cas think I wouldn't wanna marry him?"

Rose raised her eyebrows.

"Because of your alpha male tendencies and stupid macho habit of hiding your emotions and not wanting to show any weakness?" she said dryly. "He didn't think you wanted a wedding in front of everyone where they'd see your 'vulnerable' side."

They lapsed into silence. Dean was staring at the garage wall but he didn't look angry or pissed, which went a long way to reassuring Rose.

"He's right," Dean finally said. "There's no way I'd go for a huge, churchy, white dress thing. Damn, he knows me…"

"Everyone knows that about you, Dean," Rose pointed out, hoping that Dean wasn't going where she thought he was going. Dean snorted.

"True," he said. "But…you know I'm not against small stuff with only the people I don't feel like shooting on a daily basis…"

Rose felt her spirits begin to soar.

"So hypothetically," she said, "if Cas was to ask you in private and then only a few people came…"

"I don't think I'd mind," Dean shrugged. A small, mischievous smile was on his face and Rose couldn't help but grin at him. "This is all hypothetical, though."

"Of course!" Rose chirped.

"And while we're on the topic of hypothetics," Dean continued, "if Cas and I were to get married then I'd want to do the proposing. 'Cause, y'know, I'm a big macho dude and it's the guy who proposes to the chick."

"So Cas is a chick?" Rose giggled. Dean glared at her.

"I didn't say that," he snapped. "And don't you dare tell Cas that."

"I won't because that would ruin the hypothetical surprise," Rose smirked but her heart felt like it was going to flutter out of her chest. "So, Winchester, how are we doing this?"

"First off, you don't breathe a word," Dean said, a goofy grin on his face. "Second, you talk to Sam and Charlie and get them in on it and don't let them breathe a word. And third, you're my wing-woman. So you're helping with the organising and all that crap. Got it?"

"Aye, aye, captain!" Rose saluted, resisting the urge to giggle again. She was planning a Destiel wedding! Stopping herself from fangirling was so hard! They grinned at each other for a moment before Dean let out a loud laugh and pulled Rose into a hug.

"I'm gonna marry Cas!" he said disbelievingly. "Cas! I'm gonna marry him!"

"Yeah, I know," Rose snickered. "Get off me, Dean!"

Dean let her go, his green eyes sparkling in a way that Rose had only ever seen once or twice before – and those times had been due to Cas or Sam.

"Come on, Dean," she said. "We've got a wedding to plan!"