A Hunters Heart

The Truth at Last

THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE BEST PART SO FAR!! I love this chapter so i hope you all love it too.
AL&AD

Lexi had a fair understanding of what was going on between the hunter and his angel. Just because she wasn't sure of who was proposing to who didn't mean she was completely clueless. It seemed like only moments after she got her facts straight that Dean showed up, though, in reality, it was a few hours. But once Dean came lumbering through the bunker door, time seemed to speed up 100%. Thinking quick, Lexi yanked out her phone and started tapping the screen furiously.
Lexi had been a shoulder for Cas to cry on while Sam gave him the specifics of what the ring meant. The only thing left to deal with marched into the room, filling the air with tension. The silence was thick, and it remained for a few moments before Cas uttered a single syllable.
"Why."
Lexi found that it wasn't so much a question as a prompt for an explanation. She could almost hear Dean's heart break when the angel spoke.
"Let me start from the beginning."
Great. Lexi thought, this isn't going to take forever. With that thought, Lexi shot to her feet, grabbing the attention of everybody in the room.
"Sam, let's go."
The youngest Winchester seemed confused, "What do you mean? Why?"
Lexi wasn't expecting that response, so she said the first thing she thought of, "I have to pee."
A confused look was shot towards the huntress, but Lexi didn't have time to argue.
"And why do I need to come with-"
"All girls go together!" Lexi chimed, pulling Sam into the hallway and out of sight of the confused couple.
"What the hell was that!?" Sam asked in a shouted whisper.
"That," Lexi responded, "was me saving us from being in the middle of that conversation."
"But I still want to hear them!" Sam said at full volume. He hadn't noticed the door was still open.
Lexi gave a crooked smile at Cas and Dean, then spoke to Sam through her teeth without breaking eye contact with the two, "Sam..." she said, "Let's leave these two to get caught up. They might need some privacy."
Sam rolled his eyes and allowed Lexi to push him towards the study, where Sam pounded her with a child-like stare that would normally melt her. However, Lexi only smirked.
"Don't give me those puppy-dog eyes, Winchester! I've got something you don't!"
Sam's face changed to a mix of intrigue and desire doubt. Then Lexi reached for her back pocket.
"Do you think he'll notice he's missing something?" She smiled at him as she whipped out Castiel's phone. Sam gave an observant gaze before immediately making a dive for it, but Lexi pulled it out of his reach.
"Give it!" Sam all but shouted.
Lexi gave him a wry smile, "But then, how would we hear what your brother and his angel are saying?" She said, coating her voice in innocence.
A grin appeared on Sam's face, "No way."
Lexi grinned right back, "Yes way! When I heard Dean coming through the bunker's door, I grabbed Cas's phone from his pocket, dialed it from mine and opened up the line. Now we can hear everything they say." She gave an evil grin.
"Can't they hear us too?" Sam asked, whispering.
"Relax, Moose! I put us on mute." Sam gave her a questioning look, "We hear them, they no hear us." Lexi said, mimicking a caveman. Without another word, Lexi and Sam raced to one of the tables and set the phone down, putting it on speaker. Lucky for them, Dean had just begun explaining himself.
Flashback - months ago
It was raining, and Dean was pissed. He had spent so much time planning this 'perfect' night and the clouds decided to cry for him. While he only got the actual idea for the setting from Sam about a week ago, Dean had been imagining this day for a long time. And, as many times as he'd imagined it, it was never raining.
Dean's mood went to it's default: Anger. He was behind a bar about half a football field away from the barn where a simple table was waiting to be dressed. Dean had gone back to the Impala to get the duffle bag full of supplies. Tablecloth, hamburgers, bread and honey, a candle, and a rose (Sam's idea, if anyone asks). On his way back to the barn to bring the bag, it started to rain. Dean was now on the front porch of the neighboring bar in order to get out of the rain. So much for the perfect day.
Dean thought about how the night may go now that the weather decided to rebel. He pictured Castiel, his angel, walking through the oversized doors of the barn, semi-soaked by the rain pouring down outside. He pictured blue eyes locking with his even before they noticed the table. He imagined Cas's face when he tasted the honey that Dean had gotten from a farmers' market upstate. He thought of the wonderful, comfortable silences that they would share. With no pressure to converse, the rain would create a wonderful constant sound to which their hearts could become in sync. Dean's heart flourished as he imagined Castiel's face from his position on one knee. He thought of his angel's eyes staring at a golden band wrapped around his finger. Dean imagined happiness. It looked like Castiel.
Damn, Dean thought, Even the rain can't ruin the beginning of my new life. Our, new life.
Dean's wonderful thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched scream. His mind went into overdrive as he assessed the situation. He had already checked the place out with Sam. They thought they had found a shapeshifter hanging out around here, but it turned out to be a mugger. Nonetheless,Dean turned just in time to see a blond woman being pulled into an alley on the other side of the bar.
Dean burst into action. He dashed around the corner and saw a blond woman cowering against a wall, a man in ragged clothing standing over her. The man had a bag in his hands.
"Oo! Designer!" Dean remarked regarding the bag, letting his presence be known, "That purse and, uh..." he look a bit closer, "matching wallet don't really go with your outfit."
The man went wide eyed, then pulled a small knife out of his back pocket, pointing it towards the hunter. Dean scoffed inwardly, "You're wasting your time, man."
"G-g-get outta here! I swear I'll cut you!"
This time, Dean didn't hide his amusement. Laughing out loud, Dean stepped toward the man without hesitation and grabbed him by the wrist, twisting it until the man was kneeling on the ground and howling in pain. Dean grabbed the handbag from him and gave him a kick for good measure.
"Get out of here!" And with that, the man was crawling away.
Dean looked down to the woman. He held a hand out to her and she gladly took it. Standing up, the woman was a few inches shorter than Dean, but made up for it with more than her fair share of breasts. There was a small scratch on her forehead that was bleeding.
"You alright?" he asked.
The woman looked up at him with a starstruck look, "You saved me..." Dean smiled at the comment.
"I've dealt with worse. C'mon, let's get you patched up." Dean assisted her to the front porch of the bar and out of the rain. Once at the door, the woman spoke again.
"You saved my life," she repeated, "How can I make it up to you?"
Dean gave her a smile that practically dripped with pity before his face fell to the ground. He looked at his watch and started to freak out. It was 8:18. Cas was probably already at the barn, and Dean hadn't even set up yet!
"Look, lady, I've got to go-" Dean was interrupted by the blond woman's lips on his. Dean immediately stepped back in shock. An awkward silence was shared as the woman retreated back into her shell.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, that's alright, I just," Dean looked at the barn, "I already have somebody."
The woman nodded solemnly, tears in her eyes.
"Here, I'll walk you inside, but then I've got to go explain myself to..." Dean stopped, deciding it was easier not to explain.
Little did he know that he wouldn't get to explain himself to his angel. Castiel had already made it to the barn and was looking out a window on the second story. All he saw was his hunter, kissing another woman, and walking into a bar.