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The date is April 29th, 2018. It is the 5 year anniversary of the day I asked Dean to be my boyfriend. Though, actually, it’s more like the 15 year anniversary, but Dean insists that it shouldn’t work that way. He says it’s too confusing to explain to people.
However, between us, that’s what we call it.
On our anniversaries, I like to go back and think about when they started. I like to reminisce about the day Dean asked me to marry him. About the day of our wedding. About our first date. Our first kiss. The first time we made love.
I like to discuss all these things with Dean, though sometimes he gets a little embarrassed. Uniquely, Dean has an entirely different list of first times. It’s a list of first times he experienced with a version of me I never knew.
It’s strange that I sometimes get jealous of this other me, but I quickly brush that aside, as even I can admit that’s ridiculous. Actually, it’s quite romantic to consider that I’ve had Dean in two different timelines.
Dean, I think, would scoff at that. But, he has no idea what a romantic he truly is.
The vase of white lilies on our kitchen table that surprised me this morning would argue my point for me, I think.
Anyway, to update on current events, I believe Dean’s father is finally starting to take a shine to me. On a recent hunt, he got caught in a vampire’s nest. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Dean, Sam and I found him and freed him.
On the way home, John commented that he couldn’t believe no one joked about his carelessness in getting caught by a nest of vampires and how that could be considered a novice mistake. Dean informed him that I warned his boys to not crack any jokes, as the severity of the situation does not warrant humor.
Ironically, John laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
I think he does like me. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
That job took place in Sacramento, so I rode with the two boys from Stanford to meet up with their father there. We returned as quickly as possible, considering that finals are coming up for Sam to take and for me to hand out. It was definitely easy to tell how proud John was of his son.
That’s never to say he isn’t proud of Dean as well; Dean has so many strengths. He’s still taking online classes and doing quite well in them. I believe it’s biologically impossible for me to feel any prouder of Dean.
Following the semester, I’d like to take Dean around the world with me. I plan to bring it up on our date tonight, but I’m somewhat nervous. We’ve discussed it many times, but Dean is very apprehensive about leaving his brother and father to hunt while he vacations. Though it’s much better than it used to be, it is still sometimes very difficult to get Dean to accept things for himself.
Luckily I have my ways of convincing him.
I realize that I haven't been updating my journal nearly as often as I used to. My feelings about this are mixed. On the one hand, I'm disappointed in myself for neglecting my journal, as I want to document every moment I spend with the Winchesters, as a Winchester, and every moment I spend with Dean. I want every moment of our progressing lives to be documented so I can go back and read all of it; to experience all of it again.
Alas, I simply don't have the time. Which is where the upside comes in. I find myself far too busy with the life I've built, the life Dean and I have built, to devote the time needed to write everything that happens every day in a journal.
Time is funny that way. There is never quite enough of it. That is, until I finally conquer time travel.
However, even if time travel is forever out of my reach, the time that is available to Dean and I...well, we enjoy every second of it.
Speaking of time available, I must get going so I can start getting ready for our date tonight. Mustn’t be late for our dinner reservations.
Before I shove off, I must bring this last page of yet another one of my many journals to an end by concluding it as I have all the others.
Dean, for when you read this:
Thank you for everything.
I love you,
Castiel Winchester