Prompt: Day Twenty-six, a song that makes you wanna fall in love
Words: 688
Warnings: Fluff
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Dean paced around the library of the bunker, nervous as hell as he spoke to his brother. He was trying to think of a plan before you and Ela came back. It was something he was wanting to happen for a while now, and for some reason Dean had it in his head that it had to be perfect.
“Dean relax, just breathe okay? It doesn’t matter when or how you do it, her answer will still be the same….”
Dean sighed and stopped pacing, “Right… But would you want it to be special- for it to be something she’d never forget?”
Sam stiffened a bit, his mind going back to when he wanted to propose to Jess. He hated to admit it, but Dean was right. At that point in time Sam wanted it to be special that way Jess would always remember it. He wanted her to cherish that moment for years to come.
“Yeah, I would….”
“Sam, I--”
“No Dean,” Sam interrupted his older brother. “It’s fine. Besides, it was in the past and I have Ela now.”
Dean nodded and carded a hand through his hair, “So how do you think I should do it?”
“Make it personal Dean. Whether it goes back to your first date or something else. Just do something personal like that and that’s bound to make it special.”
“Right,” he said sitting down, thinking of ideas.
Later that even you and Ela returned with plastic bags draping from your arms, hauling the load into the kitchen. The room filled with hushed whispers and quiet laughter. It was practically peaceful until Sam had decided to scare Ela, kidnapping her away and leaving you alone in the kitchen.
You chuckled and shook your head, putting the groceries away. Part of you began to wonder where your boyfriend was. It surprised you he didn’t follow you into the kitchen to see what all you grabbed or to find something to eat.
In no time you had them put away and went searching for Dean. You smiled as you entered the shared bedroom.
“Hey Dea-n,” you frowned as the room was empty.
The folded note stuck out to you though and you opened it up. You sighed in frustration and went back towards the garage, where you were moments earlier.
However, once you entered the large area something was different.
Music was playing from the Impala; music you recognized.
It was the song that played on your first date with Dean when the two of you escaped the bar. Dean took you out in the Impala that night and he drove to a minigolf course. The two of you had played, but halfway through Dean was tired of watching you struggle with your swings so he stepped in to give you tips. His arms were wrapped around you and he looked down at you with a smile, telling you as he guided you.
Of course, that moment further proved you had feelings for him. You were tired of dancing around the bush and swimming through the tension so you chose to kiss him. At first it caught him off guard but then he melted into it. From there it heated up and he took you to his car.
It was the song that played post-sex while the two of you just talked, your feelings pouring out.
Since then the two of you were history.
And hearing that song made your heart skip a beat as you walked further in, closing in on the Impala.
You took notice of the blanket in the back seat and L.E.D. flickering candles inside the car. You smiled as you softly sang along to the song, and Dean’s voice chimed in with yours. Turning on the balls of your feet, you came to see Dean’s face as he walked in with a set of flowers that were picked just outside the bunker.
You laughed as you saw them in his hand, “What’s with all this Dean?”
Dean smiled as he closed the distance, handing you the flowers. “Well hopefully it’s going to be something you won’t ever forget.”
