Supernatural OneShots

The Gravestone

The cold air feels as if it's threatening to choke me as I walk towards the grave on the lumpy, damp soil. I don't know if I'm allowed to be here, but this is important to me. I find the grave that I'm looking for, and stand there, reading the words engraved on it. Even though she's not related directly to me, it still hurts to see that she's not alive.

A small smile spreads across my face as the crisp air blows through my hair, almost as if she knows I'm here. "Hello, Mrs. Winchester." I whisper, feeling my cheeks almost freeze in the brisk November chill.

I say, as if I'm actually talking to her, "You mind if it sit? I gotta' keep my legs warm." I wait a minute, then sit in front of her headstone, touching the cool marble slab, feeling my fingers almost freeze on contact.

I sigh, then say, "I obviously know that I'm just talking to a headstone, but I feel like I need to have a chat with you, Mrs. Mary. I wish I could've met you in real life, but seeing that Sam didn't even see you, I don't think it would've been fair. Anyway, I came up here today because... well, because today is the day that you were killed... by Azazel. I apologize that your sons couldn't make it here, they just thought it'd be too much to bear today, which I'm sure you understand. So, I brought you flowers from them. They love and miss you do much, Mrs. Winchester."

I lay the flowers on the ground in front of me, and brush my fingers over the etching of her name in the headstone. "They've grown up very well, they really have. They'd make you proud, I'm sure. They stick together, even though they do bicker a lot, but they protect each other. Dean's a good big brother, always watching out for Sammy, and Sam helps Dean out in ways Dean never thought Sam could."

"Mrs. Winchester, I wish I could tell you that the stay out of trouble. They don't. The good thing is that they save the world. Even if they have to sacrifice themselves. They're the good guys. Sure they've done some horrible things in the past, but they learn from those mistakes. I'm even proud of them, and I haven't even known them that long."

"The thing is, Mrs. Winchester, I'm an angel. Both of your sons were surprised when they meet me. I don't really know why, because they've met my big brother Balthazar, and Castiel, so why was I a surprise? I know that Dean was surprised because well... he told me that he realized something. He finally told me about a few months ago. Mrs. Winchester, your oldest son is in love with an angel, and this angel is scared of what I should do next. One of the real reasons I'm here today, besides me visiting your grave on the day you died is because I came here to ask you if I should marry him."

The wind picks up a little bit, and I feel the soil seeping through my jeans, making my legs a bit cold.

"Yes, marry him. Marry Dean. I'm scared to death. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love him to pieces, and I would do anything to keep him safe, and beside me, but I'm afraid... afraid he'll leave. I'm afraid that he doesn't feel the same way. I'm sure he'll see some other girl, and jump right on her. I'm probably just another friend to him. Your son is an extraordinary person, but I don't know if he can spot love unless it beats him in the head with a bat."

Tears are streaming down my face, me fearing mainly rejection from the one person that I love most in this world.

"I love him, Mrs. Winchester, I do. I can't imagine myself without him. I've fallen so deep in love, it's hard to even go a day without seeing him. I protect him, even though he doesn't notice. I care for him the way you would, and then some more the way a girlfriend should. I even sing to him when he needs it, and even when he doesn't. I love that song you used to sing to him. I love the line, 'don't carry the world on your shoulders', because it reminds me of Dean. He does carry that burden, and I do my best to lighten that load. He doesn't deserve a horrible lifestyle. He deserves happiness, and I'll be damned if it's not me who gives it to him."

I smile a little, then say, "I will look after your son, the same way he looks after me. Let's just say I'm his own personal guardian angel that he'll have with him all the time. I want him to have the life he's always wanted. Not hunting; just chilling with a girl, and maybe a few little Winchesters running around. And who knows? Maybe it won't be with me, but...I care about him, so I'll still get him that life. Whatever it takes, Mrs. Winchester, I'll get him that life."

I hear something behind me, and stand up quickly, spinning around to see just the person I was talking about. "Hey." He says, smiling softly.

I look down at my shoes, blushing, and he adds, "You uh... you talking to my mom?"

I nod slightly, a little embarrassed that he caught me, but also the fact that I don't know if he heard me. I shift my weight on my other leg, still looking down, afraid to meet his eyes.

I suddenly see his boots right in front of mine, and look up right into his green eyes. He says quietly, "I heard you."

"Wh-what?"

"I heard what you said."

"Oh... um... yeah..."

"Yes."

I give him a look. "What? What do you mean 'yes?'"

He puts his fingers under my chin to keep me looking into his eyes, and says, "Yes, I will marry you."

I blink a few times, shocked, and stutter, "B-b-but we weren't even together yet?"

"So? I love you princess, and I want to marry you... mom approves of you, I can tell."

"How so?" I ask, smiling a little.

"The wind... it's warm... and it's November."

I stand there, and feel the warm wind thawing my cheeks out a bit, and smile. "Oh yeah... that's awesome..."

"So uh... will you say it?"

"Say what?"

He gives me a hurt look, and I say, smiling softly, "I love you, Dean Winchester. I've always loved you."

He smiles, then kisses me softly, making me forget about the rest of the world around us.