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Published: 2013-10-14 04:37:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 15225; Favourites: 260; Downloads: 2
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(Y/n) leaned against the glimmering trunk of the impala as she watched from a hill-top as Dean and his older brother Sam dug up a body in the middle of a dying field. She decided to take a break after her hands began to show tiny blisters. Most of the time she wouldn't think much of her and Dean's relationship, but after all these monsters threatening to kill her or bring her into perdition with them, she realized that she could die tomorrow and wouldn't even expect it today. She wasn't one to think ahead. It worried her that she never lived a full life. The calm sun came down on her as it set and she looked beyond the field to see a small river glistening under the warm sun. She closed her eyes feeling the warm embrace of the sky. She was in serenity. (y/n)'s eyes fluttered open as she checked up on the boys again. Sam ran up the hill with his brother close behind.

"Whats wrong?" She said monotonously.

"Dean forgot to bring matches. I doubt there's any in the car. I'm gonna drive down to a gas station we past a couple miles down." Sam said opening the impala's driver door. "

"I didn't forget!" Dean said annoyed. "I'm out!" Earning him a couple beeps from the Impala as Sam drove off. Dean rolled his eyes turning his attention to (y/n) with a warm smile. He threw an arm over her as she smiled as well welcoming his affection. He gently stroked her (h/c) hair.

"Finally some alone time." He said smirking.

"You know what, Dean? All we need is a pack of 40s, a jukebox, and a blanket, and this would be a perfect date." (y/n) said hopefully. "But we never get a day off do we?"

"Woah,woah. Whats going on?" Dean said almost shocked. "Since when did you get so negative."

"I've been letting my mind wander."

"Not the first time." Dean said as he plopped down into the grass followed by (y/n). She leaned onto him. "So what're you thinking about?"

"The Future." She scoffed. "If we have one."

"(y/n)," Dean sighed bringing her closer into his chest. "When this is over, we'll live a normal life. No more hunting. No more demons. And definitely no more dick angels."

"But, what if when this is all over, one of us is left alone. What if you die tomorrow."

"What if?" Dean asked.

She looked down at her torn shoes. "Then, I'd never-. My life would have been wasted. I mean all I ever did was hunt. That's all Bobby taught me. But I never enjoyed life, Dean. I never went to a carnival, I never fell into a candy induced coma as a kid. I want...more. I-I want to have a family, Dean. I want to take my kids to Disneyland. Hell! I WANT them to live their childhood to the fullest. I want to get married, Dean."
Dean looked over at (y/n) who was close to shedding a tear. "I want to marry you, now. If I die, I want my tombstone to say '(y/n) Winchester'."

Dean broke his loving stare and glanced up at the sky smiling.

"(y/n)-"

"Don't make me wait, Dean." She pleaded taking his hands into her tiny palms.

"I can't, (y/n)."

"You can't, or you don't want to."

Dean sighed, "I don't want to marry you. Not like this."

"Then how, Dean?"

"How? I want to see you walk down in a white dress, like in the movies. Not in your old boots and jacket." He said earning a giggle from (y/n)."

"If you're in love, it doesn't matter what you wear, right? We can go to Vegas! You know, elope."

Dean laughed nervously, "Bobby would kill me, (y/n). I want to be traditional. Ask him for your hand. And I want Sam to be there, (y/n). And Cas, and all our friends. The works!"

"You've been watching too many romance flicks, Dean." She said sighing. "I guess..." She said accepting her defeat. Of course she wanted that too. A big traditional wedding with her friends and family to witness it, but what if its too late. Dean caught her stern look narrow her eyes into the sunset.

"Well, I wanna ask you something." He took her hand in his and looked longingly into her (e/c) eyes. "Will you marry me, (y/n) Singer?"

"I thought you were gonna ask Bobby for my hand?" She said smirking.

"He loves me!" Dean said smiling. "So what do you say?"

"No." (y/n) said smirking and standing up.

"What?" Dean said confused.

"If you're gonna ask for my hand, I want a fancy dinner, wine, background music, and and engagement ring. The works!"

"Son of a bitch.." Dean muttered.