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Dean Winchester Part Two

   It's been three weeks. Three weeks since I met the elusive Dean Winchester. And in these three weeks, we've only spoken over the phone once, though we do text often. Well...kind of.
   After the first week, I almost gave up thinking that he wanted to talk to me at all, due to my being a bigger girl. My self-esteem issues and anxieties were getting to me quickly. But he called, randomly. He sounded very exhilarated, like he had just gotten the biggest adrenaline rush ever. We talked that whole night, talking, laughing, just getting to know each other in general.
   The next morning, he texted me for about five minutes, and he was gone again. I didn't hear from him for three days.
   I asked what happened, I asked if he even liked me. He promised me he did, and that he was just very busy with finding the murderer that he barely had free time, even just to take a shower, or eat.
   I let it go, tried to tell myself he wasn't lying. But it got harder and harder as he texted less and less.
   But then, yesterday, he texted out of the blue. He said the found the guy and "put him back down". I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't care. I was just glad he was talking to me again.
   He also said he would be picking me up in his car and taking me on a surprise date. Thing is, I was already surprised, seeing as how he texted me. But I didn't complain, I just replied how excited I was, and that I couldn't wait to see him again.
   So here I am, sitting on my bed, tapping my foot anxiously as i wait for the knock on my door or call to my cell.
   Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt.
  I pull out my cell phone, and it's a text from Dean.
   D: I'm at your door. I didn't know if I should knock, cuz you have neighbors. So..I'm here.
   I giggle at his spelling errors, and quickly grab my purse. I slide my shoes on, and in about five seconds, I'm at my front door. My brain has gone into overdrive, my thoughts turning negative. My anxiety kicks up a few dozen notches, so I take a deep breath, trying to ready myself. Then, I open the door.
   Dean is standing there, a sheepish smile on his face. He turns to face me, and I see he is holding flowers and a small bag.
   I smile back, and he looks at me in a way I've never seen a man look at me before. I step out of my apartment and shut the door. I turn and lock it and try to suck in another deep breath as quietly as possible.
   I turn back to him, and he hands me that flowers. I smile, still shy, as I take them. "They're beautiful. What kind are they?"
   "Uh, um...they're Y/F/F. I saw them a few days ago, and I thought you might like them," he says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
   "I do. I love them," I say, standing on my toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
   He blushes, as red as someone who just ran a mile in 100-degree weather. "U-um, I also got you this."
   I look down to his left hand, which is now just under my chin. He holds the bag, which is just a simple gift bag. I take the bag in my hand which also holds the flowers, smiling, and reach my free hand inside. I feel a small box, so wrap my hand around it and pull it out. Once out, Dean takes the bag and flowers away.
   I open the box slowly, anticipating what is inside. I fully open it and see that inside is a beautiful diamond necklace. I gasp and look up at him. "Wha- Why?"
   "I wanted to get something else, something that you could keep as a reminder of me," he says. He sets down the flowers and bag next to my feet and takes the necklace out of the simplest black box. He turns me around, and steps behind me. The necklace then is around my neck and clipped into place. He turns me back around. "Something that would last as long as i hope this relationship will,"
   I start tearing up a bit and he takes my face in his hands. "But I- I'm not good enough for you, Dean. Wha-why do you want m-me?"
   "Because you are good enough for me. Too good. So innocent, and perfect, in every way. You're beautiful. I know you probably think you're not worthy of love. I know because I see the way you text, heard how speak when I called you. You are everything I need, everything I want. And I'll prove it to you, no matter how long it takes."
   He pulls my face closer to his, so close I can see the small gold flecks in his eyes. Then I'm being kissed. I'm being kissed ever so gently, by one of the most beautiful men I've ever met.
   We pull away, in need of a bit of air, and he smiles down at me. His forehead is against mine, and I can hear his breathing, just as I am sure he can hear mine. His breathing is labored slightly, as if he had just ridden an exhilarating roller coaster.
   I smile back up at him and look deep into his eyes. "You'll probably have to tell me that a lot. I don't think too great of myself..."
   "I know. But you should. And I will," he says, as he pulls his head from mine. Then he grabs my hands. "Now how about we get to the actual date?"
   "I'd love to," I say. I bend down and pick up the flowers and bag. "Let's go."
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I know it's not perfect, and not exactly what everyone wanted. But I finally had inspiration, and this is just what came out. Btw, Y/F/F means your favorite flower. Thank you to all those reading! I'm so thankful to have you guys. And thank you classic1985 for your request and patience. I hope you guys like it!