Dean couldn’t have been more thrilled that you didn’t seem
even the least bit suspect when he suggested that your father join him out at
the garage to work on the TransAm for a while before dinner.
“That would be good,” you father agreed. “I can see if my
daughter is really holding her own weight out there.”
He winked at you; you smiled and hugged him before kissing
Dean quickly and heading to your own truck. Dean watched you go, smiling to
himself over how pretty you looked in your modest, classic-cut Easter dress. He
was lucky to have you.
When the two men walked into the garage on the land, your
father was truly in awe of the work you two had done on the TransAm.
“Y/N found the list of things her grandfather wanted to do to
shape it up,” Dean informed him. “We adjusted it a little, added a few things
that have needed to be repaired or replaced over time, but mostly, we’re
sticking to the list.”
“I’m impressed. How’s Y/N doing as far as helping?”
Dean grinned, leaning against the nearby workbench. “She’s
great. I mean, she knows what she’s talking about. Honestly, Mike, you raised a
great girl. She smart and she’s funny. I mean, I’ve known since pretty much the
first date that I wanted to spend a lot of time with Y/N, but now …”
“Now you’re thinking maybe you’d like to spend forever with
her?” your father supplied.
Dean tried to fight the unmanly blush that his nerves suddenly
painted on his face. He nervously fumbled for the box he’d hidden in his jacket
pocket, hoping to have this opportunity to talk to your father. Dean displayed
his mother’s wedding set, placing the box on the workbench.
“I would, sir. With your permission.” Dean took a deep breath.
“I mean, I’m not saying I’m planning on asking her anytime soon. I know it hasn’t
been a long time. I always thought that I’d date a girl for years before I
wanted to marry her. But even telling Y/N that I love her came out of the blue –
I knew I was feeling it, but saying it was different. It just poured out of me.
I have a plan, but if it’s the same with this, I want to know that I have her
Your father took a deep breath. “You know her well enough to
know how important that is. Have you two talked about this before?”
“Not this specifically,” Dean said, clearing his throat. “But
while we were in Florida, the subject came up. I could have asked her on the
spot and been happy for the rest of my life. I figured we were caught up in the
thrill of being away together for the first time, and all that. But now, we’ve
been back for a while and that feeling isn’t going away. If I’m being entirely
honest, I think even my family had given up on my finding someone. But Y/N …
she’s changed everything.”
Your father looked at Dean; he had often found himself praying
for a good man who would love his only daughter the way Dean seemed to love
you. It was one of the few times in his adult life that your father had to
fight tears, albeit happy ones, as he considered the young man’s request.
Later on, after dinner, Dean helped your brothers clean up the
kitchen while you visited with Mary and your sister-in-law. Eli was fussing, so
you accepted Kayla’s offer to feed him and see if you could get him to sleep
for a while. After half of a bottle, the baby was asleep in your arms; you were
leaned back in the recliner, half-asleep yourself.
Dean allowed his heart to embrace what he was feeling; his
mind wandered to the future. You in that same recliner, in the house on your
grandfather’s land that was now yours, holding a baby – his baby.
He thought again about the ring set in his jacket pocket, and
his mind replayed the words your father had said back at the garage.
only daughter, Dean. Take care of her.
With a firm handshake, Dean had promised that he would never
let anything bad come your way. And, if it did, he would be right by your side
to see you through it.
There was no promise Dean Winchester had made in his life that
he was more intent on keeping than the one he had made to your father that
Easter was all about family for you. Dean was gracious enough
to attend church with you and your father in the morning. After the church service
was over, your father and Dean disappeared out to the garage on your land to
take a look at and possibly do some work on the TransAm.
Sam and Jess were with Jess’s family all day, so you offered
to host Easter dinner, and invited Mary to spend the time with your family. It
would be the first time anyone from your two families would be spending anytime
together, but both you and Dean were looking forward to it.
You cooked a turkey, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables.
Your sister-in-law was bringing some sort of side casserole and deviled eggs,
and Mary offered to make a couple of pies for dessert.
You father and Dean still had not returned to the house when
Mary arrived, right on the heels of your brother’s family.
“Mary, come in,” you greeted, hugging her tightly. “This is my
brother Seth, my sister-in-law Kayla, and my handsome nephew, Eli. Guys, this
is Dean’s mother, Mary Winchester.”
“So nice to meet all of you,” Mary smiled, then shook Eli’s
chubby little hand. “Especially you, cutie.”
Kayla and Mary got to chatting about Eli and Sam and Jess’s
little bundle of joy, so you left them to visit and picked up your phone.
our way back.
The reply was so instantaneous, you wondered if perhaps the
two of you had sent the texts at the same time.
“Where’s Romeo?” Seth asked, leaning against the counter and
watching you work.
“At the garage. Beer in the fridge, if you want one.”
“Whose idea was it for them to spend time together alone?” He
went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself and one for you.
You frowned. “Um, Dean’s, I think. Why?”
Seth shrugged and put on that mischievous smile you’d seen
thousands of times, maybe more, since he was little. “Why would he want to talk
to Dad alone? Think about it, Sis.”
Groaning, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. They went to
look at the car. They’re both into that kind of thing, and poor Dean has had to
work on it with me the whole time. I’m sure he wanted help from someone who has
more than a basic understanding of engines.”
Seth shrugged again and gave you a look that said you were
dense. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”
Phillip, the youngest of the three kids, arrived just minutes
before your father and Dean returned to the house. You introduced Phillip to
Mary and then dragged your father to where the older woman was on the floor,
playing with Eli.
“Mary, this is my dad, Mike. Dad, this is Dean’s mother, Mary.”
Mary stood and shook hands with your father; while they got
acquainted, you accosted Dean into the kitchen.
“Okay, listen, I have to ask this so I can stomach down some
dinner,” you started. “Seth was being a little shit, like he usually is, but he
kind of thought that maybe you wanted to get Dad alone at the garage so that
you could – I mean, I know he’s crazy, but Seth thought that maybe you were
going to – to ask Dad – ugh. I can’t even get this out.”
Dean smiled down at you before kissing you softly. “Babe, it’s
all right. I get what you’re trying to say. Yes, we did discuss my intentions
in this relationship, but I’m not going to be getting down on one knee anytime
You were both relieved and disappointed. “Okay. I’m sorry I
had to ask.”
“Never be sorry,” Dean replied, kissing you again. “Always
You grinned up at your boyfriend, joining hands with him so
the two of you could go into the living room where everyone was visiting and
announce that supper was ready. The introductions had gone smoothly, and as the
meal continued, it seemed that Mary was fitting into your family as seamlessly
as you had fit in with the Winchesters. You had no doubt that when Sam and Jess
were added to the mix, things would be just as easy.
Since the subject had come up, while you ate your pie, you
allowed your mind to wander to the time when Dean would get down on one knee, and your two families would become one.
It made your heart race, knowing it was something that you had to look forward