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Dean surprises Analina with a real date—dinner, cheesecake, and a cozy night by the fire.

Rating: PG
Contains:  Romantic themes, light humor, no intense peril

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:  
A Real Date

WITH GABRIEL’S REVELATION, we needed to find the remaining two Horsemen and their rings. We already knew that Death had been released. According to all the books on the apocalypse, Death was supposed to be the last Horseman to appear. That meant Pestilence had snuck out prior to him.

Unfortunately, these two Horsemen were keeping a low profile. No major catastrophe had happened yet—nothing we could absolutely pinpoint as one or the other. One would think Pestilence would be easy to find. He seemed like our best bet to track down first.

We returned to Bobby’s to check out the latest information from the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and regroup. Currently, the biggest outbreak in the United States was the swine flu. Did Pestilence have something to do with that? It didn’t seem that big yet. Of course, we wanted to stop him before it grew out of hand.

It was late afternoon, and I sat at the kitchen table looking over some charts. The guys were around the house doing various tasks.

Dean came in and sat across from me.

“We’re going out tonight,” he announced.

“We are?” I looked up.

“Just the two of us,” he smiled. “I figured it was about time to have a real date.”

I smiled. “Wait, it’s not miniature golfing or bowling, is it?”

Although I spent a lot of time with Dean and we considered ourselves a couple now, we’d never officially gone on a real date. The miniature golf “date” wasn’t meant to be one. Whenever we thought about going out somewhere, something always seemed to get in the way. Saving the world really destroyed your social life. It was also hard to find time where it was just us—meaning, not having someone in the next room or within calling distance. I almost forgot what Dean said before his lessons about spending some alone time together.

“No, I said a real date,” he replied.

“Where are we going?” I was a little excited.

“It’s a surprise.”

I arched an eyebrow at that.

“Hey, you did it to me,” he retorted.

“Could I at least get a hint about what I should wear?” Before he could sass me, I continued, “Casual, dress-nice, formal… Although if it’s formal, I might have a problem with that. We’ll need to go shopping first…”

He rolled his eyes. “A dress. A dress would be good.”

He stood up and gave me a once-over, probably thinking about me in a dress—which was a rare occurrence in this line of work. “I need to do a few things before we go, so you’ve got time to get ready.”

At this point, I stood too. “Okay.”

I stared at him for a moment, but he wasn’t saying anything else. He kept his face blank, then smiled.

I sighed. “Okay, now I know how you felt before.”

Walking to the stairs, I heard him chuckle. He left the kitchen to go outside. As I reached the landing, I heard the Impala start and then drive away from the house.

So the preparations took him away from the house. This should be interesting.

I walked into my designated room. I didn’t have a wide selection of dresses to pick from, but I did have a few things that might work. I decided to take a quick shower to freshen up.

He said a dress, so supposedly I should look nice. I decided to put a soft curl in my hair and added a little extra makeup. I picked a simple black dress. I usually wore a blazer over it when we had to play FBI agents. Shoes were another issue. The fanciest pair I had were ballerina flats. I supposed they would have to do. Even with heels, I’d still be much shorter than him.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take me too long to get ready. I quietly went downstairs. I heard Sam and Bobby talking in the kitchen, but it was too soft to make out. I thought about eavesdropping to see if Dean had told them the plan for the evening, but I doubted they were discussing that anyway.

Hesitantly, I came into view of the kitchen. Sam was facing my direction, and Bobby had his back to me. Sam looked up and froze. Bobby noticed his expression and turned as well. He also stared.

“Is it that bad?” I asked, self-consciously looking down. I hadn’t dressed up in a while. I could put on something else.

“No, no,” Sam said. “You look great. Very beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly. I stepped farther into the kitchen. Dean wasn’t there. “He said to dress nicely. I didn’t have that many options, so…” I trailed off and shrugged.

“Wow,” Dean mumbled, stepping into the room. I turned around, fighting off the blush that threatened to form.

Dean wasn’t one for dressing up, but he’d managed a white button-down shirt and tie. I felt a little overdressed now.

“If it’s too much, I could—”

“No,” he said suddenly, then stopped himself. “No. You look perfect.”

I smiled.

“Why do I feel like a parent who should be taking prom pictures?” Bobby grunted.

Dean took his eyes off mine for a moment. “Shut up, Bobby.”

He noticed Sam. “Sam, could you?” He nodded toward the hallway.

“Yeah, sure,” Sam said, getting up and heading out.

Dean turned back to me. “So, you ready?”

I nodded. “And you still won’t tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope,” he smiled and crossed the room.

I glanced back at Bobby. “Do you know where we’re going?”

“Uh-uh,” Dean said, ushering me toward the door. “No sweet-talking the old coot.”

He opened the door and let me go first. He called back, “See ya, Bobby.”

Bobby was in the middle of some sarcastic retort when Dean shut the door on him. Sam was outside, coming back to the house.

Dean looked at him.

“All set,” Sam told Dean.

Dean nodded.

“Have a nice time,” Sam said as I passed by.

“Thanks.”

I made my way to the Impala, where Dean stood by the door and held it open.

I couldn’t help it. I was so surprised that I blurted, “You’re holding the door for me?”

He shrugged a little uncomfortably as I entered the car. “It was Sam’s suggestion.”

He shut the door, and I tried not to laugh. It was sweet regardless. He came in on the other side and started the car.

“You know, as sweet as all this is, I really do prefer you being yourself,” I confided.

He glanced over at me and smiled. “I guess being the normal gentleman-type isn’t my thing.”

“Not really,” I grinned.

He loosened his tie as he drove.

“So, I know you’re not going to tell me where we’re going, but is this going to make you even more uncomfortable?”

He thought about it for a moment. Then, suddenly, he pulled over—scaring me in the process. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“You know what? You’re right.”

“Usually am.”

He ignored the jibe. “I shouldn’t have listened to them.”

I turned to face him fully. “Change of plans?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking out the windshield. “But I’d like to keep the second part of the date.”

“Oh?”

“Well, that part is already under reservation.”

“So what part are we not doing?” I asked curiously.

“A fancy dinner,” he said, watching my expression closely.

I tried to keep my features blank, but then I felt the smile form. “They have fancy dinners around here?”

He chuckled. “Damned if I know.”

“So am I still getting fed?” I asked hopefully.

“Food, I can do.” With that, he pulled back onto the road and swung the car around.

“So wait a second, what’s the reservation if it’s not…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

I sat back in the seat. “See, as irritating as you can be, this is what I prefer.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

We ended up at a diner and bar, which wasn’t as bad as one might expect. Sometimes diners could be hit or miss. This one was a lot cleaner than most of the places we stopped at on the road. I wondered if he’d been here before. It wasn’t too far from Bobby’s.

During dinner, we basically chatted about nothing in particular and had a great time. Trying to be normal slipped into being our normal. I could do fancy if I had to, but I’d rather spend time like this with him—where he feels comfortable. And his comfortable did not include a tie. That came off before the food had even arrived. By the end of the meal, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. I was definitely overdressed now, but I really wasn’t worried about it.

As we finished dinner, the waitress came over and asked if we’d like dessert.

“No, thank you. We have plans,” he told her. She went to get the tab.

“Your reservations are for dessert?” I asked.

“I take my dessert very seriously,” he said, pulling out his wallet. He walked away to pay the bill. I noticed he was on his cell phone for a minute before coming back. I didn’t say anything.

We left the little diner and started to drive again.

“So the dessert was part of the plan?” I asked.

“Dessert is always part of the plan,” he said with a smile.

I doubted I’d get much more out of him. “Would I be correct in saying that there will be a pie involved with you?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get your cheesecake.” He winked.

“Then we’re good.”

“Good.”

After driving for some time, Dean asked me to close my eyes.

“What?”

“Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.”

I glared at him for a moment, then slowly closed my eyes. “Isn’t it already past a surprise?”

I could feel him wave his hand in front of my face.

“No cheating,” he warned.

“And just how will you know if I cheat?” I asked, tempted to try it.

“Oh, your reaction for one thing. You can keep a straight face—I’ll give you that—but I don’t think you can hide the initial reaction.”

“Oh God, should I be scared? I thought this was dessert. What have I gotten myself into?”

He laughed. “Don’t you trust me anymore?”

He enjoyed this. The car lost speed, and I felt the bump as it pulled into a parking lot.

“Current status: you’re still trusted,” I said bitterly. “Can I open them now?”

He parked the car. “Nope. Keep them shut. I’m coming around for you.”

I heard his door squeak open and shut. His footsteps went around the front of the car—probably to make sure my eyes were still shut—and then he opened my door.

“I will be able to open my eyes soon, right?”

He took my hands and helped me out of the Impala. “Soon. Promise.”

He led me slowly to the right. “Slight step here.”

We entered a building. It was bright—I could tell through my eyelids. I heard voices. It smelled… clean. And… something familiar? Maybe chlorine or bleach?

“This way,” he said quietly, leading me farther in.

“Dean, this is getting ridiculous. This has to be a public place. What are these people thinking?”

I knew he was smiling. I could tell by the tone of his voice. “Well, it’s a good thing you have your eyes shut, because you’ll never see their funny looks.”

I started to open them, and a hand flew over my eyes. “Eh, not yet,” he said.

We stopped for a moment. Then I heard a ding!

“We’re getting on an elevator?”

“Yep,” he ushered me inside.

“I have to keep my eyes closed in the elevator?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yep.”

The sensation was just so weird. I really wanted to open my eyes.

“How much longer?” I asked.

“Not long.”

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened with another ding!

“Almost there,” he assured me. We turned to the right and walked a little more. The floor had carpet—not that it helped me distinguish anything.

“This better be really good cheesecake,” I muttered. No verbal response.

Finally, we stopped. I heard a door unlock and open.

“One second,” he said. I felt his warmth leave my side for a moment.

I should’ve opened my eyes a long time ago, but I’d made it this far. So I waited.

He came back to my side and led me through the door.

“Okay, now you can open them,” he said.

I opened my eyes—and was completely surprised.

Before me was a gorgeous room. A small table with plates and lit candles sat at the far end. In front of the table and chairs was a loveseat, positioned in front of a fully lit fireplace. The room was a warm cream color and softly lit.

I gasped as I stepped farther into the room. I noticed two doors shut to my left. I managed to turn in a full circle. Dean remained by the door, watching me.

He shrugged. “Told ya I take my dessert very seriously.”

“Yeah,” I breathed, glancing behind me.

He came over and kissed me lightly. He smiled as he pulled back. “Nice surprise then?”

“Minus being blinded for hours, yes,” I grinned.

“Hours?” he teased.

“It’s not like I could look at a watch.”

He laughed and pulled me over to a plate of cheesecake. He had pie, of course.

“I’ve never had the cheesecake or pie here, but I thought we should give it a try,” he said, picking up a fork.

I watched him take his first bite. He closed his eyes in delight. Never get between him and his pie, I thought, taking a bite of my own cheesecake. It was actually really good.

I took another quick glance around the room. The golden curtains were drawn shut. “Where are we exactly?”

He swallowed. “Sioux Falls Clubhouse Hotel & Suites.”

I blinked. “Isn’t that a little out of our usual price range?”

He grinned. “I figured my anam cara deserved something classier than a sleazy motel room.”

I softly snorted—although it was the first time he’d said my anam cara. I noticed that. “Actually, it’s a very nice choice. I… Wait! I just went through a clubhouse with my eyes completely shut?”

He laughed. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

I took in a breath. “I wouldn’t say worried.” I shook my head. “Whose idea was that?”

“Mine,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I laughed. “I should have known.”

He reached around and pulled out a bottle of wine. He uncorked it and started pouring it into the two glasses on the table.

“You’re drinking wine?” I asked.

“I could look for something stronger if you want,” he said, turning around. There was a small bar behind him.

“No, that’s okay. You’re just… full of surprises tonight. That’s all.”

He held out a glass to me, and I took it. We clinked glasses before taking a sip. I wasn’t usually one for drinking, but this wasn’t bad. It was a white Zinfandel—one of the few wines I actually liked. He was observant.

We finished our desserts with small talk. Once finished, he led me over to the little sofa by the fireplace.

We sat close and in silence for a little while. It was really quite cozy. I sighed quietly and leaned back farther into his arms.

“I hate to admit this, but… I think this is better than the miniature golf,” I said.

His chest bounced my head when he laughed. “Luckily, that wasn’t a real date then.”

I smiled and glanced up at him. He caught my head in his hand before I could rest it again and kissed me. I was half expecting to be interrupted—as was usually the case when we did this—but nothing happened. It was so peaceful. We were finally alone together, and we took advantage of that.

THE NEXT MORNING, Dean ran downstairs to grab some donuts and a bag he’d packed. I hadn’t realized he’d brought a change of clothes for me. He came back in with his hands full of food, drinks, and the bag. I raced over and grabbed some things.

“I, uh, packed but didn’t bring in the bag last night,” he said, setting the food on the table, “because I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“I don’t think I would’ve seen it.”

“Oh, I know you would’ve heard me get something out of the car,” he said. “I stole a change of clothes for you from your room.”

“When did you do that?” I asked, glancing down into the bag. It would be nice not to leave in the same dress as before—if anyone was still around from last night. I noticed a pair of jeans and a top.

“When you went downstairs—before we left,” he said with a cocky grin. “I had Sam carry it out.”

I stood there, shocked for a moment. “You are just…”

“Just what?” he asked, pulling at my waist to bring me closer. “Wonderful? Handsome? Awesome?”

“Honestly, I was probably going to say something along the lines of ‘sneaky,’” I answered.

He considered it for a moment, then nodded. “I can take that as a compliment.”

“Good,” I smiled.

With a kiss, we ate and then got ready to go back to Bobby’s.

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