Three and a half years had gone by.
We lived contentedly in that little-place-we-called-home for the remainder of that time.
Dean was working as a contractor and I stayed home most of the time. I had a part-time job at the library down the street and spent some of my time as a tutor for the younger kids at the same school Sam went to. Most of them liked me, which was a good felling. I put the extra money in our travel fund jar.
I loved it there. Home. With Sam and Dean. And they liked my being there.
One friday, in early April, Dean called at around noon on his lunch break.
"Heya Cas." He cooed into the phone. He sounded happier than normal, which was nice to hear and it made me smile. "I have reservations for dinner tonight for just us two, okay? Wear something nice. I'm getting off work early for you, I'll be home in a hour or so. I've gotta suprise for you. I'll see you soon."
"Alright." I grinned "I'll be waiting for you."
I was excited now. Was he going to... ask? I could hardly contain my happiness.
"See you then." He stated ever-so-lovingly.
The telephone clicked on the other line and our call disconnected.
I jumped up and headed to my room, throwing some clothes on and cleaning myself up nicely. I fixed my hair and slid into the formal, dress clothes. I hopped along while trying the laces to my shoes as I was getting to the side of the room with the mirror. I check over to see if I looked decent. And I did. I straightened my tie and sat at the table and waited.
The clock said forty five minutes had gone by. The grin on my face still stretched.
Which started to fade after it had been an hour and a half.
Which slid into two hours.
Then fifteen minutes more.
I didn't get it. Dean was always punctual. Especially when it came to me.
Three hours drifted by.
I picked up a ball and rest my chin on the fist that was propped up by and elbow on the table.
Three and a half.
The phone finally rang.
