"Just…don't laugh okay?"

Dean grunts nervously next to you, a blindfold tied precariously over your eyes. His warm hands kept smoothing over the arms of your jacket, as if worried it wasn't keeping you warm enough in the soft snow.

"M'not gonna laugh."

You sigh, standing still and letting him hesitantly untie the fabric from your eyes. You blink, squinting in the sudden brightness of day and snow and…a house. A beautiful house. Small, but perfect in every way.

"Uh..is this our new case?"

You question, turning your eyes to see Dean a total mess, blinking violently as if trying to hide tears, his nose tinted red from the cold.

"It's ours."

Silence.

"Ours."

You repeat, unsure of what was happening. Dean nods, looking scared.

"I bought it. I saved up. Since 2005. Remember, baby? On December 22nd 2005 I told you on our second date that I was gonna buy you a house one day? Sorry it's five years late."

He chuckles weakly, gesturing to the house.

"It's not a lot but…uh…I figure you can put your cat in there..I'd still rather you put it down-"

Dean grumbles, unable to finish the thought because of your sudden and violent hug.