“Charmed you? Well then I must say I am a lucky man to have achieved that.” He said. “But may I ask how exactly I managed to charm you?”
“Oh milord you must not act so innocently. Coming to my house, asking to hold tea with me. Dancing with me at the last two balls I attended… a boy gets ideas. It was your goal, if not a minor thought of yours to charm me was it not?”
“My dearest, I would and could never disagree with that statement.”
“Well then I must say I have contempt with this night.”
“As do I, my lord.”
With that he turned us on the dance floor, all I could see was the blur of the walls and his face, smiling ever so happily.
I felt as though my soul had started glowing in my chest, filling my body with an incredible warmth.
After the music had calmed down, he led us off the dance floor to another room. There were tables with carafes filled with wine, water, juices and more. Off to the side was an assemblement of small or d'oeuvres, pastries, rolls and aspic.
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I wanna see where you go with this: Sam's been wanting to propose to Dean for a while, but doesn't want to make Dean uncomfortable with a traditional proposal. So when he finds out White Castle does a Valentine's day event, it's perfect. Dean's definitely off guard, because he's all dressed up and now feels ridiculous. But the night quickly turns around when Sam proposes when they're in the middle of eating. And Sam proposes with the Samulet. Of course, Dean says yes. Why wouldn't he?
Hope you like it ;)
When Sam was five, their dad leaved them with their babysitter, Elena, and her nine years old daughter, Stephanie.
She invited Sam to her tea party, which consisted on sitting around a table with her bears and pretend to be drinking. It was fun, and she even put makeup on Sam because she said that it was the only way for a boy to be allow at her table.
He wasn’t really sure what to make about that rule, but the makeup was nice, and Dean told him he was pretty so he didn’t say anything.
“When I grow up, I want our house to have a room full of tea, from all around the world”
“Our house?” Sam asked, taking another invisible sip
“Yes, when we will be married”
“What?”
“Oh, that simple. We’re gonna grow up, and then you’ll ask me to marry you” Stephanie said
“Why… Why should I marry you?”
“Well, who do you want to marry, if it’s not me?” She gave him the most intense bitch he ever seen, and he wonders briefly if he would ever be able to do it too.
“How do you choose the person you want to marry?”
“I think… I think you need to choose someone that you trust, someone that love you, no matter what, that make you laugh and smile even when you’re feeling down. Someone that is always by your side” She bitted her lips before leaning forward him “I don’t think you can ever find someone like that, you know? I think… You just marry whoever you can, as soon as possible”
“You don’t have to marry someone, you know?”
“I know” She said, taking another sip “But no one wants to end up alone”
This night, when everybody in the house was asleep, Sam slipped into Dean’s bed, shaking his shoulder until his brother finally woke up.
“What?” Dean whispers, obviously annoyed
“Dean, do you want to marry me?” Sam can feel his heart beating stronger and stronger, his hands sweating with stress. His brother has all the qualities to marry him, but what if he doesn’t? Because will Dean protects him all the time, he isn’t sure he’s doing the same. Dean deserves someone who can protect him.
“We’re brothers, Sammy. Brothers can’t get married” His voice is softer, and Sam can see him smiles
“But I want too” Sam whines and holds on Dean arms like he’s holding on life itself, making him sights in annoyance.
“Fine. You know what? When you’re old enough, if you still want to marry me, we’ll find a way. Deal?”
“Deal” Sam smiles, sliding comfortably in his brother’s arms.
Time went by, hunt after hunt, fight after fight, Sam screaming things he didn’t meant and dad answering right back. Dean was always here, in the corner of the room, quiet but ready to put himself between them if things got out of end.
They kissed for the first time after Sam ran away at 12. He never seen Dean so angry, scared, and desperate.
They kissed for the last time before Sam went to Stanford.
They made promises, a lot of them, and maybe they didn’t respect each one of them, the most important was remains: it was the two of them against the world.
They felt back into their relationship when Dean was dying, when death was still something they feared, and if Sam was honest, he would say that they never really ended it up.
“I don’t understand why everybody think we’re a couple” Dean said, throwing his bag in the corner of the room
“Because we are?” Sam raised his eyebrows, smirking at his brother
“Yeah, but they don’t know that”
“Bobby always said that we fight like married couple, so there’s that, probably” He enrolled his arms around Dean waist, dropping kisses in his neck
“Well, we’re not married” Dean said, finally releasing his crossed arms before facing Sam and putting them around his neck “Which is a shame considering you asked me to marry you when you were five”
Sam frowned, unable to remember it for a long moment before the face of the red hair little girl popped into his head.
“I completely forgot that”
“Yeah, I notice” Dean said, kissing him deeply “I’ll just wait a little longer, right?”
He laughed, walking forward the bathroom
They grown up in each other pocket, that’s the last that can be said, and they’re able to tell what the other wants, needs, even before he knows it himself. Yet, Sam is unable to know if Dean was serious or not.
He’s in the jewelry for what seems like hours, looking at the rings over and over.
He’s not sure that taking a ring is the right things to do. Dean is… Well, Dean is Dean, and a ring seems like something to common, to traditional.
He’s afraid of Dean reaction, too. He doesn’t want to make Dean uncomfortable by proposing him while he doesn’t want, or in a way that may offense him.
So, he starts doing what he does the best: research. He doesn’t think there’s someone who post online about how to propose to your brother, but he does find interesting things.
He thinks about hanging the rings at Baby’s mirror, but he’s not sure Dean would understands.
One day, they’re working on a case, wearing their FBI suits, and Dean looks so sexy, so nice, the sun making his eyes even greener, his face even lighter, and Sam is two seconds away from simply dropping on his knees and propose him. He doesn’t propose but he still dropped to his knees that day.
They get out of the shower and Sam thinks that yeah, maybe asking Dean in a motel room isn’t that bad. But when he turned around, Dean is already on the bed, completely naked, and asleep.
He gets so tired of it that he wonders briefly if he could just slide a ring on Dean’s finger and be done with it. There’s no doubt that Dean would been really offense by that.
“We should go on a date” Sam says, closing his laptop
Dean looks at him for a long time, frowning, and Sam thinks he’s about to say no when Dean simply smiles, his eyes shinning with excitement.
“For a special occasion?”
“No, just like that”
“Alright then, Sammy boy”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight, it is then”
Sam gets up, quickly putting his books in his bag before walking forward Dean and kissing him.
“I need to go to the library. I’ll make the reservation and send you the address, so you can meet me there”
“Sounds perfect”
Dean looks at his watch for what seems to be the hundredth time today. It’s almost 7, which means that he needs to go if he doesn’t want to be late. He didn’t look up the name of the restaurant, trying to keep as much surprise as possible.
He’s almost sure Sam will propose him today. It’s stupid to be so excited about it, but he needs it, more than anything. He needs to know that Sam wants him, completely and in all the ways possible. That he forgave him for his mistakes.
He wants them to have something to remember as a couple, something as normal as possible.
The place is thirty minutes away from where they are staying but Dean can’t help the weird feeling in his stomach when he looks next to him and doesn’t see his brother. It’s Sam’s spot, and not having him here throws him back to too many memories.
He frowns when he sees the bright sign of White Castle. He parks his car quickly and checks the text Sam sent him. It’s the right address, but there’s no way Sam chose this place.
“Dean?” Sam calls, standing in front of the car “You’re gonna stay in Baby all night?”
“I… No, of course” He clears his throat, wondering if it would be insulting to just drive off without Sam. Yeah, it probably would be.
“Wow, you’re…”
“Ridiculous, yeah, I know” He says, crossing his arms around his chest. He’s wearing his special suit that he kept in the car just in case, and yeah, he does look good in it, but this place isn’t the type of place you’re supposed to wear suit.
“I was going with awesome”
“Whatever, can we just go back to the motel?” He asks, his cheeks burning with embarrassment
“What? No, I made a reservation”
“Fine. Let’s get over with it” He doesn’t wait Sam and walks straight to the dinner. Which, yeah, ok, it’s stupid, considering he doesn’t know under what name Sam did the reservation, but he doesn’t care right now.
There’s heart-shaped balloons on the celling and red everywhere, but he isn’t impressed. Valentine day’s is tomorrow, and all the restaurant are trying their best to gain costumers.
The waitress takes them to their table before leaving them alone. The tension is palpable between them, but all Dean can think about is how ridiculous he looks, wearing a suit in a freaking dinner. Why did he ever thought Sam was going to propose?
“I heard their burgers are amazing” Sam says, looking at the menu
“No kidding? A dinner that can do burgers? We never stop progress, do we?”
He catches Sam eyes just in time to see how hurt he is, and it’s enough to make him feel guilty.
“I thought… Just order, alright?” He sights, rubbing his face
“I- Yeah, of course”
The rest of the dinner goes with as little conversation as possible. The burger is great, and so is the beer, but it’s not enough to take Dean embarrassment away, not when he sees someone looking at him with a funny face.
“Remember the last time we eat there?” Sam asks, playing nervously with his hands
“No”
“Really?” There’s hurt on Sam’s face one again, and Dean wants to slap himself. He never should have agreed to come here.
“Sorry Sam. I don’t remember every shitty dinner we eat at”
“I… I was fourteen, and we, you took the care, and just… Drive. We went to see a movie, and then you took me here, to the White House dinner. You said it was the perfect date, and then you, uh, you kissed me, and you told me… You told me you loved me. For the first time.”
Dean smiles, remembering this day. He has no idea how he ever forgot it. It’s still one of his best memories, a normal couple day he was able to give to Sam.
“Yeah, I remember now”
“I’m sorry, if you think this is a shitty place, Dean, that’s not what I wanted you to think”
“Sammy, I- “
“No, let me finish, please” Sam takes his hand, smiling softly “I wanted to come here because that’s where you told me you loved me for the first time, and that’s also where we were out in public as a couple for the first time, and not as brothers. I thought it was important, because what I want to ask you, what I need to ask you, it’s- It’s the most couple thing I can ask” He laughs awkwardly before sliding his hand in his pocket
He puts something in his hands, and Dean doesn’t have to watch to know what it is.
“I know I was supposed to get you a ring, and we’ll, later, but I… Marriage, it’s not about rings. It’s about giving yourself to someone, promising him that you’ll be here, no matter what, no matter when. I remember being little and not being sure you’ll want to marry me, because I wasn’t able to protect you. I am, now, most of the time. This, it’s… It’s me being with you, always. Protecting you, as much as I can. Loving you, always. It’s the closest thing of my soul I could get you, and I needed it to ask you this” He clears his throat, holding Dean’s hands tighter “Dean, would you marry me?”
“Yeah, Sammy, of course yes” He laughs, throwing himself at Sam neck. His eyes are full of tears, but he doesn’t care, simply hold on his brother as much as he can. “I love you, bitch”
Sam smiles, recognizing the very same sentence Dean told him so long ago now.
I looked at Vlad. His expression was darker with intensity and the grip he had on my hand was both warm and unbreakable.
In some ways, he intimidated me more now than he had the day I’d met him. Vlad loved the same way that he lived—untamable, dangerous, and full throttle, just as he’d warned me. I’d felt the repercussions of that love more than once and I’d feel it again if I said yes, yet like before, I only had one answer.
“Yes. Yesterday, today, forever . . . yes.”
So this totally happened at the mall in North Bay this weekend, to a friend of my mom's!! THIS IS SO EXCITING. <3 Me and my sister were FREAKING OUT WHEN SHE SHOWED US. IT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!
