I laughed, "Dean where are you taking me?" I was currently blindfolded and Dean was leading me somewhere I didn't know.

"You'll see." He whispered in my ear. "Almost there." I chuckled. He always did this. Sweet surprises and hints that made him only a better man to me. I felt Dean pull me closer and his breathing before he said, "We're here." He undid the blindfold and I looked to see a door. I turned to Dean.

"What's this?" I asked. Dean ignored me and handed me a key. He took my hand and put the key in for me. We twisted the key and made it inside. Everywhere was filled with our stuff. Was this where Dean was all day? I wondered. I looked to him. "You don't mean-"

"This is our new apartment." He said with a grin. I returned it and gave him a tender kiss. I looked around, dragging Dean with me.

"This is amazing, Dean! How'd were you able to afford this?" I looked to him.

"I'd been working more time than normal, saving up for us," He said. "You like it?"

"Like it?" My eyes widened. "I love it, Dean! I love you. This- wow- I can't- I don't know what else to say, honestly. I'm just really happy we get to live together now." I smiled wide. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer.

"Well, Cas, now we have this all to ourselves. Our own private time." He smirked at me before pressing a kiss to my lips. I melted into it as we swayed slowly. It wasn't sloppy or quick it was slow and pure. We make our way to our new shared bedroom and got busy.

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After about two years of living in the apartment, I proposed to Dean. I was so nervous and sweaty. I had chose a big silver ring that fit perfectly on his finger. He told me I beat him to it when he had pulled out a box as well. We laughed and loved each other even more.

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20 years later...

I'm crying in my bed with our son, Derek. He has a hand on my back, soothing me. Dean had died this morning from being stabbed to death. I blamed myself. We had had a fight the night before. He needed some time to cool off and left but didn't come back. I guess now I knew why he didn't. I cried even louder. It's all my fault. Derek wiped my tears and hugged me. He was shushing me, comforting me. God, he looked so much like Dean. I couldn't help but cry.

I didn't mean any of the harsh words, please, forgive me Dean. Derek took care of me and kept a watch on me after a suicide attempt for Dean. I just want to see him and apologize. Derek put a bowl of food in front of me. I pushed it away.

"Dad, you have to eat something. I can't let you starve."

"Yes you can." I said with a sad tone. I had my arms crossed and a frown across my face.

"Dad, I get it he's gone but you got to move on-"

"Move on?" I asked angrily. "Derek how can you say that? He was my husband?! He was a good father to you for Christ's sake!" Tears were streaming down my face and I exited the room to our bedroom. I locked the door behind me which I heard knocking after a couple minutes. "Go away, Derek!" I cried.

"Cas?" I knew that voice.

"Dean?"