After the run-in with Dean and Sam's grandfather a few weeks back and of course, the discovery of their family legacy of The Men of Letters, we just had to head to Kansas to check out the Bunker that had been left to them. As the Impala pulled up in front of the looming building before us and we managed to open the door to step inside, I knew this was home. Shortly after, we had started to get settled there (including finding a room for our baby girl) though, another case popped up. This time about a Jewish man and his Golem. Yes, you heard me - Golem. But not like Frodo's Gollum. Quite different, in fact. 

But back to the case, the Nazi supporters were after them. It took a bit but finally, we were able to get it resolved. I was glad, too. Dean had begun acting strange ever since last week when I'd gotten back from Texas. And it was starting to worry me, to be honest. We had headed back to the Bunker after that. 

Things were supposed to go back to normal now. But as soon as Sam had walked off to the library, Dean grabbed my hand and begun to pull me along the darkened corridor to the bedroom we now shared here.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I whined but he only grinned in response, intertwining our fingers as we walked.

And with his strong grip on my hand, I had no choice but to let him drag me down here. It was better, at least, than the nervous glances and awkward stuttering that was so uncharacteristic of him that he'd been doing all day. Not to mention the weird, constant fumbling in his front jeans pocket.

"Dean-" I began again but I stopped short as the door to our bedroom swung open.

Instead of the plain room I'd been accustomed to, the wall were now decorated. One side was Dean's, of course, but along my side was now dotted with skulls, a dream-catcher, tiny Mesoamerican statuettes, and in the far corner on the nightstand stood a single framed picture of me, Sam, and Dean when we were younger - back on our first case together when we had helped those people with their bug problem. The familiar prickle of fresh tears began behind my eyes and I let out a choked laugh as two strong arms wrapped around my waist. I felt my back being pressed into a hard chest then, warmth radiating through his clothes.

"What's all this for?" I asked, my voice no more than a whisper lest it betray me.

"This is your home now, too, Parker. I...I wanted the room to have a bit of you in it, too," Dean spoke softly into my ear, hot breath tickling my skin.

My eyes fluttered shut for a short moment before slowly, I was being turned in his embrace to face him. Tilting my head up, my eyes opened up into mesmerizing candy-apple green.

"Parker, I...I don't know the words to say... Well, I do but I don't know how to say them," Dean began, nerves evident in his voice as he spoke but he controlled it.

His hands moved to cup my face then, the rough pads of his thumbs caressing my skin.

"Parker Marie Martinez, you mean everything to me. You always have. And ever since that day on the playground, I knew you'd be the death of me," he continued, only stopping as we both began to laugh before he pressed on, "I didn't know then how true that was. But I do know now that...that besides my brother, you're the only one I'd die for,"

Warm tears pricked my brown eyes as I uttered a soft 'Dean' but he went on as he let go of my face to fumble in his pocket.

"I've lived with you, fought alongside you...fell in love with you. Not to mention that you're the only woman I'd want to be the mother of my child..." he said, his words warm and determined.

Finally, he fished the item out of his pocket and I couldn't help the tiny gasp that emitted from my lips as my hand flew to my mouth in shock. Lying in his open, calloused palm was a small, dark blue velvet box. His green eyes shone in the faint lighting provided by the Bunker as slowly, he opened the lid to reveal a sparkling, white diamond ring nestled in the folds of the material lining the inside of the box.

"Parker, I love you so much. And you're the only woman I wanna spend the rest of my life with... You've always been a Winchester. Why don't we make it official? Parker, please, just...say you'll marry me?" Dean asked me softly, his voice filled with hope, anxiety, and love.

Shock was written all over my face, heart pounding a mile a minute. Dean...Dean wanted to marry me? I let out a choked laugh as I began to nod, his figure becoming blurred through the fresh tears forming in my brown eyes.

"Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!" I cried out, smiling like mad.

A grin split his face as he gently slipped the ring on my outstretched hand. The band slid over my olive skin smoothly, the diamond sparkling underneath the fluorescent lighting. Instantly, I felt the press of Dean's soft lips on mine - the kiss full of pure love and passion. I kissed him back hard as his hands wrapped around my waist before pulling my body flush against his. I gasped slightly at the abrupt movement and he took that as invitation to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past my pump lips. My fingers threaded through the short blond hairs at the nape of his neck, our tongues battling for dominance.

Finally, he broke away just long enough to hoist me up so that I could wrap my legs around him as he lied me down. And as my back hit the bed behind us, I felt his lips travel from my jawline to my neck, his mouth warm and gentle on my skin as my brown eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss and contentment.

I was marrying Dean Winchester.