Summary: It's been two years, and Sophia and Dean are still together. Sometimes everything is easy, and sometimes everything is harder. But isn't that life?
Now both Dean and Sophia have choices to make - choices that involves both of them.

I do not own anything, except for Sophia and my own twist to the story.

Okay, like really long chapter.


I was half asleep in the back seat of the car when I felt my phone vibrate.

So I opened my eyes as I yawned and searched for my phone to read the text message.

Apparently it was from Tess, and I couldn't believe what I read. Why was she doing this to me?

"Oh, c'mon," I groaned and felt the questioning eyes from Dean and Sam. I sighed and called Tess instead of explaining to them. They would understand what this was about sooner or later anyway.

I called, but got no answer. Great, now she was avoiding me. She really wanted me to do this that much? But she couldn't avoid me too long since we were going out shopping in a few hours.

I left her a voice mail, telling her how much I hated her for doing this.

"What was that about?" Sam asked me as I hung up and I sighed again as I answered him.

"My sister is throwing me a party tomorrow, and I'm dragging you two with me," I told them and they both chuckled. But I also noticed a quick glance between the two of them. What was that about?

"You know how much I love a party, but I can't stay for long," Dean told me and I groaned again.

Having Dean with me was the only thing that could possibly make the whole situation a little bit better.


"Got some things to fix," Dean told me, and again I noticed the glance between the brothers.

"Oh, the big surprise, right?" I asked, and Dean chuckled. "Any chance you might tell me what it is?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it? Oh well, look at that. Friday Harbor," Dean changed the subject as he grinned toward me and drove into the city.

First we left Sam at the motel, and then he drove back to my place. It was months since I was here the last time. Dean and Sam always made sure I was home from time to time, especially on special occasions. The last time I was here was for Christmas, and now we were here because my birthday was tomorrow. The only reason Tess was throwing me a party. She probably knew I only wanted to take it slow and relax, but would she let me have that? No. She was Tess, my older sister who always did the things I least wanted. Sometimes I could really hate her, even though I would always love her.

I unlocked the door and we both walked into the apartment. This place needed some serious cleaning. And the best would to do it before Tess would pick me up in two hours.

"Okay, you take the living room," I demanded to Dean who was looking at me with two raised eyebrows.

"The cleaning will go faster if you help me," I explained and he half groaned. He really didn't want to clean.

"C'mon, I've been driving for the last six hours. I need some rest."

"You could have let Sam or me drive, you know," I told him and walked toward him. I could make him help me if I wanted that. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face down to meet my lips. As he kissed me back his arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer.

"You know, I would be done with the cleaning a lot faster if you helped me," I told him in between the kisses. He didn't answer me for a few seconds, just kissing me. But then he groaned, and I knew I had won.

"Fine, okay," he told me and I placed a final kiss on his mouth before I walked into the kitchen and screamed "living room" over my shoulder. I could hear him groan again, and I laughed as I started to clean. I worked my way through the kitchen and then into the bedroom. I didn't do the most accurate cleaning ever, but it got clean. I changed the sheets in the bed, and as I was done so was Dean.

And we had an hour left until Tess would come by.

"Done?" Dean asked as he wrapped his arms around me again, and I got up on my toes to reach him better as I let my lips almost kiss him. I could feel his lips touching mine as I spoke.

"Done," I confirmed and then pressed my lips against his for real. The kiss didn't last for long though.

"Oh, c'mon!" Dean cried out as the doorbell rang. I chuckled as I left him standing in the living room and walked to the door. I wasn't surprised when I saw my sister standing on the other side of the door. She was always early.

But I was surprised when I saw her size. Yeah, I knew she was very much pregnant again and was giving birth in a few weeks. But she was huge! She had been pregnant two times before, but never this huge. Not even in the last week.

"I hate you, but it's good to see you," I laughed as I gave her a hug. She laughed with me, and told me it was nice to see me too.

"You're supposed to be here in an hour," I heard Dean accuse her from behind me.

"It's good to see you too, Dean," Tess said as she walked inside and got a hug from Dean.

"You're huge," he told her and she patted her stomach.

"Yeah, this little guy better pop out soon," she said and then laughed.

"Guy?" I asked her. They hadn't found out the sex of the baby because they wanted it to be a surprise.

"Yeah, well, I already have two. Why not a third?" she asked, and I agreed with her.

"I'm betting my money on a girl," Dean told us and wrapped his arms around me again.

"Then let's see who's right. Now c'mon, we're leaving," Tess said and grabbed my wrist.

I barely had the chance to place a quick kiss on Dean's lips before we were out the door.

"See you later," Tess called over her shoulder as we left.

I took the driver seat in Tess car and started to drive.

"So, what have I missed?" she asked me as I drove toward the centre.

"Not much, really. A few demons, a few spirits… It's just been four months," I told her.

"So, do you ever miss it?" she asked me.

"Miss what?"

"This. Normal life. Having a home, working… Us?"

"You know I always miss you. But no. I can cook whenever I want to, and you know how much I love being with Dean. You also know it worries me sick sometimes. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Because I can't live without him, and I don't want to. I've told you this before."

"Yeah, I know," she told me as I parked the car. It was definitely easier having Tess and Rob knowing what Dean and Sam does, and I didn't want to keep any secrets from them.

"Okay, so where do we start?" she asked me, and I lead her in the right direction. I wanted to visit my restaurant and make sure Steve was taking good care of it.

Steve was the only one I could really count on taking good care of the restaurant and at the same time doing a good job as the chief. He had always been a good chef, and a good friend.

As we walked in I noticed a new waitress. Steve had told me he had to hire someone new since Kathy was on maternity leave. I guess she was the new one.

"Hello, what can I do?" she came up and asked and I told her we wanted a table.

From what I could see, she was the only one working right now. But it was calm, and only one waitress was needed right now. We ordered as we had got the table.

"She seems nice," I told Tess as the waitress was gone.

"She is, but nothing compared to Kathy," Tess told me, and I had no trouble believing her. Kathy was the best.

It didn't take long for the food to come out, and it tasted just as wonderful as it always did when Steve made it. So I knew he was working. It was strange, but I just had to look at the food to know who had made it. I knew all my employees, and knew how they cooked the food.

"Does it taste good?" the waitress asked us as she walked past our table, and I told her it did.

"What's your name?" I asked her, wanting to know.

"Sarah," she told me, looking a little bit scared. I fought back my chuckle. She didn't have to be scared of me; she was doing a good job.

"Sarah, I would like to talk to the chef. Can that be arranged?" I asked her, and she told me she would go and ask.

"You're scaring her," Tess told me, and we laughed together.

"I didn't mean to," I told her honestly before Sarah came back.

"Let me show you the way," she said, and I nodded. I knew exactly where it was, but I wasn't going to say anything. So I pretended to be a guest, and followed her. Tess followed me.

"His name is Steve," Sarah told me right before she opened the door into the kitchen.

I could see both Steve and Lindsey working their asses off as they stood with their backs against me. Their eyes were on the stove, and none of them had noticed me walking inside.

I could feel the eyes of Sarah on my back as I sighed and opened my mouth to talk.

"Take a break – relax. I demand so," I said, and both of them turned to look at me. Shocked faces were staring at my grinning face.

"When Sarah told me a guest wanted to talk to me, I didn't think it would be you," Steve told me, smiling and walked up to give me a hug. So did Lindsey.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me and I told them.

"It's my birthday tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, Tess invited me," Steve told me, and I looked at Tess. She was grinning with him.

"How many did you invite?" I asked her.

"Not too many," she told me. Oh, she was lying.

"How many?" I asked again, causing the room to laugh. I could feel the confusion from Sarah, though.

"Sarah," Steve said as he put an arm around my shoulder. "This is Sophia Gordon – the owner of The double D."


"Talk about surprised face," Tess laughed as we stood in the store, looking for something I could wear tomorrow. Plus, Tess and I had always loved doing this. Shopping and talking.

"There might have been a better way to tell her that I'm her boss, but this way was more fun," I laughed with her. I laughed only picturing her face. I had never seen someone so surprised.

But our laughter disappeared as Bella and some other girl walked in.

"Just ignore her," Tess whispered to me, and I tried. So I concentrated on the necklaces we were watching. It was hard to ignore them though, because they were right next to me.

"The taller one is real cute, but the other one is sexier. I mean, just watch that body…" I heard Bella say, and I nearly laughed trying to shut her out.

"Those muscles… Look at those lips. They look so soft and so kissable! And that ass… We gotta go talk to them," Bella continued, and both Tess and I chuckled softly.

"We better see this," I whispered and we turned around. My face fell when I saw who they were talking about though. Because they were walking toward Dean and Sam. And there was no doubt about it that Dean was the one with the kissable lips.

I knew there was not even a chance that they had a chance. Not even if Dean and I hadn't been together. For two years now.

I knew that. But I was still jealous. I don't know if it was because the woman walking up to him was the one Eric had cheated on me with, or if it was for some other reason.

I fought the jealousy back, and curiosity flooded up inside me. What were they doing here?

"C'mon," I told Tess and we started to walk. Neither Dean nor Sam had noticed me; both of them busy trying to make Bella and her friend go away.

"Bella," Tess said as I met Dean's eyes. He was surprised to see me here. And I was surprised to see him here.

"Tess, Sophia," Bella greeted us, a smile stuck on her face. And I just wanted to hit her.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked us, and I turned to look at him.

"We are girls and like to look at this. What are you two doing here?" Tess asked them, and they shared a glance again. They were trying to figure out something to say. But I knew now.

They, or Dean, were shopping for tomorrow. For me. I was just about to ask them what they were getting me, when Bella leaned in toward my sister.

"Do you know them?" she whispered, and Tess told her yes.

"Can you introduce us?" Bella asked, and I felt like hitting her again. I hadn't seen her in two years, and I didn't want to see her again. Ever. She had been a good friend of mine, one I'd known since I was only a few years old, but yet she had walked behind my back and slept with my boyfriend. So yeah, I wanted to hit her. But I could do something better with this anger/jealousy.

I could sense Dean's eyes on me, and knew that he noticed my feeling of not wanting to be here.

"Soph?" he asked gently, and reached his hand out for me. I didn't take it. No, instead I attacked those kissable lips of his, letting Bella and her friend know he was taken.

Dean wasn't ready when I kissed him out of the blue like that, so it took him a second to react. But when he did, he did it like I knew he would. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling his head down so that I wouldn't have to stand on my toes. But Dean had a better solution. His already tight arms around me became tighter, and lifted me up so that I wasn't touching the ground. We often stood like this – just never in public.

I heard Sam clear him throat, so I broke the kiss. It was getting a little bit too rough to be in public anyway, so…

"How long was I gone?" Dean asked a little taken aback, making me chuckle. He placed another quick kiss on my lips before he put me on the ground again, and I fought to not laugh at Bella's expression.

If I thought Sarah's expression was shocked, then what wasn't Bella's?

I was enjoying this far too much.

"No, seriously, how long was I gone?" Dean asked again, making Tess and Sam laugh as well.

"About three hours," I told him, and took his hand before I turned to look at Bella again.

"Sophia, w-w-who is this?" she stuttered and Tess laughed as I pressed my lips together.

"This?" I asked, and she nodded. "This is…" I started but Tess interrupted me.

"This is the man with the kissable lips. And if you even try to make a move, your ass is being kicked. Now c'mon," she said and took my wrist again. Seriously, she has got to stop dragging me away from Dean all the time.


"So, what are we looking for?" Sammy asked as we walked into the store.

"Something… The most important thing is back at the motel, and don't loose it," I told him seriously. If he lost it, then he was pretty much dead.

But I didn't let myself think about that, it would just make me nervous.

And besides, two chicks stood before us, trying to make a conversation.

"Hello, I'm Bella and this is my friend Christi," one of them said. She wore so much make up that it was uglier than anything remotely close to beautiful. And her clothes were just… way too much.

She was trying too much, and the only reactions she would get were bad.

I heard Sam trying to say something to get them to leave when I noticed Soph and Tess.

And they were walking toward us. Not good. Well, I always wanted to be around Soph.

But this wasn't good since we were trying to find something for her birthday. I already had the day planned, and now the only thing left was the gift. Sam had argued with me for not getting anything sooner, but it was hard with Soph around all the time. And I had had other things on my mind…

"Bella," Tess said. They knew each other? But she didn't really look pleased to see her. Neither did Soph. Actually, she looked like she wanted to hit something. Or someone. What the hell?

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, and Soph looked at him. But Tess was the one who answered his question.

"We are girls and like to look at this. What are you two doing here?" she asked, and Sam and I looked at each other. He knew about my plans for tomorrow, even though that's not why we were here now.

Not really.

I saw on Soph's face that she had it figured out, and was much likely to ask what we were buying for her. Or what I was getting her.

But her puzzled face turned into one of irritation when she heard what that Bella chick asked her sister. I thought it was something about her introducing her to us. Seriously? She was standing before us and had just said her name. And yet she wanted to be introduced?

I ignored her and watched my girl instead. Now she really looked like she wanted to hit something.

And that irritation and anger was something I didn't want to see on her face.

"Soph?" I asked her and reached my hand out for her to take. It was strange, but skin to skin contact always helped us get the feelings we didn't want to feel go away. So I knew that if Soph took my hand the irritation and anger would go away.

But she didn't take it. No, instead she took a step forward and the next thing I knew her lips were on mine. I was too surprised to react at first, but when I did my eyes closed and my lips moved with hers. I could feel the irritation and anger wash away with the kiss, and they were replaced with other emotions. But I was surprised to feel jealousy in the kiss at first. But as those emotions washed away, they were replaced with excitement, longing, love and some curiosity. She still wanted to know her present. Too bad for her I wouldn't tell her then.

When Sam cleared his throat Soph pulled away, and I looked at her, still surprised with the kiss and the jealousy I had felt in it.

But I was also surprised because of the longing. I only felt this sort of longing when we had been away from each other for a long time – or when we had been on a dangerous hunt.

So I had to ask her how long I had been gone, mostly unserious. She chuckled and I placed another kiss on her lips.

"No, seriously, how long was I gone?" I asked again, still not serious. I wanted to hear her laugh when I only a minute ago had seen only irritation and anger on her face. This was much better.

"About three hours," she answered me simply as she took my hand.

"Sophia, w-w-who is this?" Bella asked, and Tess laughed as Soph pressed her lips together. She was trying not to laugh. She was enjoying seeing Bella so surprised and shocked. Bella… Where had I heard that name before? I knew it was somewhere, but I couldn't place it.

"This is…" Soph started but her sister interrupted her.

"This is the man with the kissable lips. And if you even try to make a move, your ass is being kicked. Now c'mon," she said and took my girl's wrist again. Seriously, she has got to stop dragging her away from me all the time. That was two times in only three hours.

But as I thought about Tess' words, I suddenly remembered who Bella was.

I stared at her with both disbelief and anger in my face. How could she be so cool around Soph, and why hadn't Soph or Tess kicked her ass?

"Bella, can I ask you something?" I asked her kindly, and she stared at me wide eyed. She was surprised over the fact that I was talking to her.

She nodded, and I gave her a smile.

"What the hell were you thinking going behind your friends back and sleeping with her boyfriend?" I asked her, the kind tone in my voice all but there.

Her eyes widened before she said she was sorry and walked away with her friend not long after.

"Well, wasn't she adorable?" I asked Sammy, who stared at me with wide eyes.

"C'mon," I told him and walked away to look at something to buy for my girl.


"I can't believe she's making me do this," Soph muttered under her breath as she knocked on her sister's door. Both Sam and I chuckled. Come on, it was a birthday party. How bad could it be?

The door opened and we found Rob on the other side.

"Hey, sis," he told Soph as they hugged and then he walked aside so that we could enter.

The place wasn't crowded, but it wasn't empty. And it seemed like we were the last people to arrive.

The people from Soph's restaurant was already there, and Rob and Linda was there, some other people I didn't know, and of course Tess, Dave and the kids.

It wasn't that bad, and Soph actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Good, since I was leaving.

"Hey, I gotta go," I told her, and she looked at me.

"We've been here for an hour, Dean," she complained, and gave me the eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But I just had to this time. Because I needed to get everything ready for tonight.

"I'll pick you up seven, okay?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"So, where are you taking me?" she asked me, and I shook my head. I wasn't going to tell her that. I wanted it to be a surprise, and if I told her it wouldn't be that.

"If you won't tell me, then I won't know what to wear," she complained.

"You're always beautiful," I told her, and saw her irritation. She really wanted to know.

But this sort of irritation was always cute on her. It didn't hold that anger, and I couldn't help but smile before I placed a kiss on her lips. She didn't respond and I chuckled as I walked away.

I didn't see Sam on the way out, but he already knew I would be coming by later to pick the gift up. I had left it with Sam yesterday so that Soph wouldn't find it.

First thing's first; I went to the cemetery. I stood for a long time before I said anything.

"Mr. and Mrs. Gordon," I said, and felt kind of stupid. I had never been here alone – I had always been with Soph. And I always gave her some private time. It was her parents after all.

"This is weird, but in a way it would be stranger to not do this at all. I knew I would have done it if you were still alive, so why not come here?" I said, and then took a pause.

It was true that I would have done this if they were alive, so I went here. I wanted to do it, even though it felt a little strange.

I told them what I came for, and then I left.

I drove to the restaurant. I needed to get everything fixed.

I had chosen her restaurant, because I knew it would be the only place where we could be a hundred percent alone. And she loved that place. I smiled as I placed the key in the door, and read the name of the restaurant. Not many knew the true meaning behind the name, but I was one of them who knew. The double D. Two D's. One D for her mother Deborah. And one D for me.

I was the one who had pushed her to open this place in the first place, and her mother had helped her out. Her mother was the whole reason for why she even became a chef in the first place.

I walked straight into the kitchen and started. Luckily for everyone, Soph had actually taught me how to cook during these two years. So now I knew a little about food, and how to make it.

I wasn't a pro, and I didn't have much time, so I didn't make something hard. But at the same time it was special. Our first lunch together, of course. And then there was some easy chicken thing. And for dessert there was this cake that I had bought. No matter what Soph said, my baking was horrible.

I placed everything in the refrigerator, and then locked the place down. I was supposed to pick her up in an hour, and now I had to make myself done. So I drove to the motel where Sam was staying, and I didn't bother knocking on the door. I found Sam watching TV, half asleep on the bed. But he woke up when I entered, and looked at me.

"Everything's done?" he asked, and I nodded as I walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower as I tried to calm my nerves. I had been busy up until now, so I hadn't felt the nervousness until now.

And it was bad. I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life. And I was scared, in some freaked out way…

But the shower didn't help, so I stepped out of it and got dressed. I hated getting dressed up, so Soph would just have to forgive me for wearing jeans. At least I wore her favourite shirt. Even though she seemed to enjoy unbuckling it more than seeing it on me…

I shook that thought away, and told myself to focus. There wasn't much time left.

"Nervous?" Sammy asked as I walked out of the bathroom.

"Shut up," I told him, and took the two boxes. I would drop them of at the restaurant before I would pick her up.

"Everything is going to go perfect," Sam told me, and I glared at him.

"That's not really what you thought when I told you what I was planning, right?"

"Well, I didn't really think I would live to see this day. So yeah, you caught me by surprise," he said, and I glared at him again.

I caught him by surprise? He almost choked on his food when I told him a couple of weeks ago.

I snorted once before I opened the door and left.

As I left the restaurant again – one box on the table and the other one in the kitchen – I bought some flowers. I could at least do that since I wasn't wearing something nice…

I watched my clock. 6.57. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Soph had told me to just walk in, so I did. But she had locked the door, so I pulled out my key.

"Soph?" I called out as I closed the door behind me.

"You're early," she complained, and I snorted. Three minutes. That was nothing.

I heard her from the bathroom, so that's where I went right after I placed the roses in the kitchen.

"Two minutes left, and you're not done?" I asked as I watched her. She was standing in front of the mirror, putting some mascara on. And that's not what I meant with not done. She was barefoot, standing on her toes to see herself better in the mirror. She was wearing a dark blue pair of tight fitting jeans that fitted her body perfectly. She still hadn't put on a shirt, so she was just standing there in a black bra. Her hair was placed in a bun in the middle of her head.

"Like I said, you're early," she accused me and looked at me.

"Two minutes is nothing," I told her, and she looked at me with disbelieving eyes.

"Come back in two minutes, and I can promise you that I'm done," she told me seriously and placed the mascara in a bag of some sort.

"I'd rather watch from here," I grinned and she rolled her eyes. Then she walked up to me and I wrapped my arms around her when she was close enough. I leaned down to place a kiss on her lips, and didn't break it for a long time. When I did, I grinned.

"I think your two minutes are up," I told her and she shoved me slightly.

"You were distracting me," she told me, and I chuckled. Most of my nervousness was disappearing.

She walked back to the mirror as she spoke again.

"Since you wouldn't tell me where you're taking me, I don't know if this will do. But Tess told me to wear something casual, so I am," she told me as she pulled a shirt over her head. She was thinking the same way I was. She was wearing one of my favourite shirts on her, and she was stunning.

"Will it do, or do I have to change?" she asked and turned to me.

"You're perfect, so don't change." She let her hair out as I spoke, and then pulled her fingers through it. God, I really wanted to do that.

She really was beyond stunning. She really was perfect – she always was.

I moved aside when she walked out of the bathroom and I followed her. I saw her taking out a pair of high heels. Not that they were high, but high enough to make sure she wouldn't have to stand on her toes to reach up to me.

"I'm done, and that was two minutes," she told me, and then opened the front door.


"Dean, what are you doing?" Soph asked me as I told her to close her eyes and placed a blindfold over her eyes.

"Making sure you don't peek," I told her and she sighed as I started the car.

"You know, me seeing where we're going isn't that bad," she tried and I chuckled. I had to make sure she wasn't seeing anything since I wasn't completely done at the restaurant. I had one more thing to do, and I wouldn't let her see anything until I was completely done.

"Okay, we're here," I said as I pulled the car over.

"That's a very short ride," she said, and I laughed as I saw her expression. She was trying to figure out where we were. I climbed out of the car and opened her door, helping her out.

Then I lead her to the door, and stopped her right outside as I unlocked it and then lead her inside.

"No peeking," I said as I stopped her inside and left her side to light some candles on the table. Then I hurried inside the kitchen and took out the sandwiches. I couldn't let her walk into the kitchen since the important box was in there. And I wasn't giving her that one just yet.

I placed them on the table, and then walked back to Soph who was still standing still on the place where I left her.

"Okay, so this is the only place I knew we would be alone," I explained as I took of the blindfold.

The guys at the restaurant had helped me yesterday with moving all the tables, so that there was only one in the middle of the room. I hadn't really told them what I was planning, just that I wanted to be alone with Soph so they had closed it down. I had stolen the key from Soph without her knowing about it before she woke up this morning.

First she looked really surprised. She had expected something, but this wasn't it.

But a second later her face lit up with a beautiful smile. She liked it. Good.

I was worried that she would be pissed for moving everything in her restaurant, but she wasn't.

"How did you manage to do this?" she asked me when she turned to look at me.

"I asked Steve yesterday to move all the tables, and I stole your key this morning," I told her and she laughed. She leaned in and gave me a kiss before she walked up to the table. Like a real gentleman, I pulled out her chair so that she could sit on it, and then pulled it back in.

Then I took my place, and found her watching the sandwich in front of her.

"I had to," I told her, and she chuckled. "Today is exactly twelve years ago," I said then, and she smiled softly. This wasn't just her 27th birthday. No, today was the day we had met. Twelve years ago that is.


"I'll be right back," Soph told me as we had finished eating. She rose from the table, and started to walk away. I noticed she had taken of her shoes, so she was walking barefoot.

I chuckled as I watched her. Walking barefoot in a restaurant wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she did it anyway. As soon as I couldn't see her, I hurried into the kitchen. I took out the food and placed it on heat up. I saw her walking toward the table as I walked out with the food and I placed it on the table as she reached it. I sat down as she did, and then remembered I had forgot to bring something to drink for both of us.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked her, and she smiled.

"I'll get it," she said and rose from the table before I had the chance to stop her. I rolled my eyes. This was just like her. This was her night, and I was going to do everything for her. Yet she didn't let me.

"A little brave walking around barefoot?" I said as she came back, a glass of coke in one hand and a bear in the other.

"This is my place remember? And I know every inch of it," she told me as she sat down. Before she had the chance to start eating, I gave her the box with her gift in. She smiled as she took it, and opened it carefully. I smiled as I saw her expression. She liked it.

"Dean, this is… beautiful. But you can't afford it," she told me. It was true that the bracelet did cost a lot. But she deserved it.

"For you, I can afford everything," I told her honestly, and she smiled again.

"Dean…" she started, but I hushed her. No way that she was protesting against this.

She took the bracelet out, and I helped her put it on. It really suited her.

"Thank you," she told me, and we both leaned over the table at the same time to place a kiss on each other lips.

"Okay, the food is getting cold," I said as she leaned away, making her laugh. I couldn't, because the nervousness was back. And it was growing for every second. There was only one thing left, sort of.

And truth be told, this was intimidating. Like Sam said, he didn't think he would live the day to see this. And neither did I. But this was Soph, and I loved her. And I had wanted to do this for a while now, and today was the best day. Even though I was sure that I wanted to do this, I was still terrified and worried and nervous.

I tried to shake it off, but it didn't help. So I started to eat instead.

As we had finished, I walked out into the kitchen with the plates. I stayed in there for longer than I had too, trying to compose myself.

I took the smaller, but much more important box from the bench and hid it the best I could as I walked out from the kitchen and back to Soph.

As I sat down, I placed the box on my knee under the table. That way she wouldn't see it, and I could easily take it out when I wanted to.

"What, no dessert?" she chuckled, and I cursed myself. I forgot to take that out.

"Not yet," I said instead, and inhaled. Okay, so I forgot the dessert. That meant I would have to do this a little bit sooner than planned.

Okay, Dean, calm down, I tried to tell myself. It wasn't working very well.

I saw Soph's lips moving, but I didn't hear a word of what she had said.

"Huh?" I asked as she called my name. She laughed at me before she spoke again.

"I've never seen you like this before. What are you so nervous about?" she asked me, and I took a deep breath. I guess I had to do this now then.

I reached over and took her hands, holding them. This way some of my nervousness disappeared, but definitely not all of it.

"Okay, so we've known each other for twelve years now. And we've been together for almost two. But to me, it feels like a lot longer. It's just strange that we haven't loved each other since that first moment together, because it certainly feels like it. And every second I'm with you I love you even more. Having you with us on the road is wonderful, but it also terrifies me in a way I've never experienced before. And sometimes when you're all alone on a motel or somewhere else, I'm worried sick and I just want to get back to you. Being away from you for a second makes me miss you in ways I never thought possible. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I am so terribly in love with you, and I always will be." Without realizing it as I spoke, I had moved from the chair. I was kneeling in front of her, and she was turned against me. I still held one of her hands, and in the other one I held the box.

Now there was no turning back. This was all or nothing.

I met her eyes, and saw that there was tears in them.

I took a deep breath, and then I asked the question I've been longing to ask for a long time now.

"Will you marry me?"