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It had been a while since you’d had a day to breathe and let off some steam. You’d decided to hit up to the local bar after wrapping up a case, the latest monster of the week done and dusted. Sam decided to be the DD since you and Dean had done most of the heavy lifting; you were shocked to see Dean toss him the keys, wiggling his eyebrows at you as a wide grin spread across his face.
“C’mon, darlin’! Let’s celebrate,” he cheered, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
You had been hunting with the Winchester brothers on and off for several years, only making the situation permanent after you began dating Dean about four years ago.
Dean grabbed the first round of drinks while you and Sam settled into the booth. The reason you chose this bar in particular was because the marquee outside said there would be live music starting shortly. The drinks flowed and the stress slowly melted from your body as laughs were had and taunts were exchanged. At one point, you’d been asked to dance by a local gentleman nearing his 70s after the band had kicked up a good rhythm. You tossed a carefree glance over your shoulder to Dean, who winked in return.
Throughout the night, there were more drinks and dancing, alternating between you for each. Your turn coming up again, you slid out from the booth, empties in hand and made your way to the bar. You leaned up slightly, trying to catch the bartender’s attention to be next to place your order.
“ ‘Bout time we have something real to celebrate, don’t you think?” Dean asked, caging you against the bartop with his body.
“Like what, Dean? Can’t exactly go painting the town red after every Scooby scrap, now can we?” you giggled.
“How ‘bout you marry me?” he offered quietly into your ear. He didn’t miss the way his voice affected you, shivers running up your spine.
You reached back to grab the side of his face, kissing him on the cheek. “How ‘bout you ask me again when you’re sober, Loverboy.”
“I am sober,” he nosed at your cheek.
You turned to face him; he donned a serious look, memorizing each detail of your radiant face. “Sure thing, bud. Not after that many shots.”
“Take a peak at Sammy boy and tell me who’s hammered.”
You leaned up on your tiptoes to see over his shoulder, his arms still framing your body. Sam was sprawled out in the booth, playing with a flippable drink menu at the table as he puffed his cheeks up, exhaling deeply before laughing at the feeling.
“But… we’ve ordered like 10 drinks and he’s been getting--”
“We’ve been switching drinks while you were distracted people-watching or singing along with the band,” Dean interrupted you, biting back a smile.
“So, Sam’s trashed and you’re..” you started, putting the pieces together.
“Sober as a judge, sweetheart,” he answered, his hand leaving the bar to pull your body to his. His cologne clouded your senses and space between you was quickly disappearing, “Marry me, Y/N. I never wanna know another day without your love. You already know I’d kill for you, I’d die for you.” Your mind briefly flashed to the six months and 23 days without him, you and Sam scrambling to find a loophole to bring Dean back after a nasty run-in with an ancient beast. “I just know I have to have you forever, however long that may be for us,” he poured his soul out to you, his warm eyes never leaving yours as his heart raced trying to decipher your reaction.
“Save it for the altar, Loverboy,” you chuckled. Dean cocked his head sideways at your remark. “You already know I’ve been yours since day one; I’m not going anywhere without you by my side as long as either of us can help it.” You smiled, leaning up to capture his lips with yours as your arms wrapped around his neck. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you closer to him.
Around you, a few people hooped and hollered -- loudest of all: your soon-to-be brother-in-law.
“About time!” Sam laughed as you and Dean walked back to the booth he was sunk down in. “If I had to look at his lovesick, forlorn face another DAY, I was gonna ask you for him my damn self.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Sam. It had clearly been a long time since he’d had this much to drink and it was a night you wouldn’t soon forget. “C’mon you giant dope. Let’s get you home and--” CRASH ! Sam knocked off items from the table as he struggled to right himself in the booth, “settled into bed before you destroy anything else.” Dean helped you heave his monstrosity of a sibling out of the booth, handing you his wallet to take care of the tab while he assisted Sam towards the parking lot.
When you opened Dean’s wallet to pick between the many stolen credit cards, you saw a picture tucked underneath one of the laminated sections. Your eyebrows furrowed and you held the wallet higher, trying to see in the dim bar lights. Warmth spread across your chest as the familiar scene replayed in your head. Dean had been recounting the tale of a recent hunt gone sideways to Jody, while Sam captured a picture of you laughing and Dean smiling at you, looking at you as if you were the only one in the world.
To him, you were.