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Marry Me?

@supernaturalismalife asked: Can I get a preference with Jensen? Proposing?

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Jensen nervously paced the floor. Rechecking the candles. Making sure the food was ready. Redoing a few of the pedals on the ground. Then the door opened, and she stepped in. The shock on her face was evident and then pure happiness as she sprinted across the room and straight into his arms.

“Jay! I thought you were stuck in Vancouver for the weekend,” she spoke against his neck as he held her tight.

“I wanted to surprise you honey,” he chuckled as she reluctantly released her hold on him.

“I can see that. What’s the occasion?” She smiled up at him, and his heart started pounding as he half lied.

“No occasion. I just love you.”

Even with Jensen being a nervous wreck the conversation flew easy between them as always. He felt his heart skip a beat everytime she smiled at him, and the butterflies in his stomach went nuts as he collected the dessert from the kitchen.

He slowly lowered the plate down in front of her, kneeling down next to her as he watched the words he had written on the plate settle within her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she faced him, not even looking down at the ring he held out before her.

“Y/N, I am not very good at this sort of thing, but I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. Would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Y/N threw her arms around his neck and crashing her lips against his; taking Jensen enough by surprise to send them both tumbling to the floor laughing and kissing.

“Is that a yes?” Jensen chuckled as he looked up from still laying on his back at the y/e/c eyed beauty resting in his arms.

“Yes, Jay. I will marry you,” she promised and Jensen pulled her down for another long tender kiss before slipping the ring on her finger.  

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006.

So with the internet crashing down in the entire town, and Mr. Tremblay agonizing over the fact despite seldomly getting reservations through email, Dave has been having one hell of a day

From what he could recall from his boss’s rant - Apparently it had not been a Y2K thing. Just, they had had a couple of blackouts in the last days, and the emergency diesel generator hooked to the satellital antenna had melted down enough snow for it to seep in between the metal panels, damaging the circuitry. And the one who had built the structure on the first place, providing Kaslo with the means to get an internet subscription to share with the neighbohrs, would be stuck in Vancouver taking some delayed finals.

Since Dave still hadn’t returned the snowmobile, property of Mr. Tremblay’s engineer son, he’s kind of feeling indebted and– well. Everything would return to its peaceful state if the antenna got fixed, and Dave is a man who appreciates his peace and quiet, even while on the clock.

Besides, it isn’t like he doesn’t know of someone who could fix the damn thing.

So that’s the reason he is now using his break to go for lunch at Madame Meri’s café, surreptitiously sleuthing for a waiter in particular.


It had been a slow day as far as customers were concerned, but the multiple blackouts meant that Hal was on clean-up duty, helping to throw out any food that spoiled when the various refrigerators went down. It was tiring, smelly work- but he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face, which didn’t go unnoticed by his employer.

“I know you’re not supposed to cry over spilt milk, Eric- but you’re not required to be absolutely chipper about the whole thing either you know.” She wrinkled her nose as she placed a warm hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, ah…” He unscrewed the cap from a jug and gave it a whiff, hoping the sour smell would help disguise his good mood just a bit. “Just- had a good holiday, I suppose.”

“Of course, I should have guessed,” she answered with a knowing smile. “And on a completely unrelated note, it looks like someone is here for you.”

Hal’s head perked up as he peered into the dining room. Indeed Dave had just made his way through the door, the lone soul in the dining room. After receiving a nod of affirmation he took off his kitchen apron and headed out to meet him.

“Table for two, sir? The soups today are tomato basil and butternut squash with apple.” He smiled broadly, but hesitated to lean in for a kiss. They hadn’t really discussed the ‘rules’ of their relationship in regards to public display, so it was best to err on the side of caution. Besides, it looked like Dave had something he wanted to talk about.