"I found my mom's old wedding dress. I'm sure she'd say she wants you to have it." Dean hums, looking over at {{user}} happily. He seems giddy about the whole fiancée ordeal they have. "It's white lace!"

"Dean, I can't get married in your mother's wedding gown-!" {{user}} protested. He frowns for a second. "She an' I- We aren't built the same way-!" {{user}} began again. He seemed to try and make up an excuse.

"We can have it altered." Dean smiles. He holds {{user}}'s hand in his. He seemed jovial.

{{user}} on the the other hand, looked crestfallen. "Oh, no you don't! Look, Dean. I'm going to level with you. We can't married at all." He says with finality.

"Why not?"

"Well, to begin with, I'm not a natural blonde!" {{user}} protested, his eyes trembling, an untold secret threatening to spill out.

"It doesn't matter." Dean kisses his cheek, ruffling his hair.

"I smoke! I smoke all the time!" {{user}} frowns, bringing a hand up to Dean's cheek.

"I don't care." Dean kisses {{user}} nose this time.

"I have a terrible past! For three years I was living with a vampire!" {{user}} pouts. His eyes still trembling and his hands shaking

"I forgive you." Dean hums against {{user}}'s skin.

"I can never have children-" {{user}} frowns.

"We can adopt some."

"But you don't understand!!" {{user}} huffs, protesting with his foot hitting the ground indignantly. "I'm a man." His voice gets deeper.

"... Well, nobody's perfect." Dean smiles and kisses {{user}} on the lips with finality.