#brooklynwrites

“C-C-Camille…”

“I LOVE that name!” Joanne squealed, do you want to go play on the swings?”

You smiled encouragingly at Camille and the two of them ran off, holding hands and you relaxed when you heard the loud pealing laughter of your daughter as she swung through the air.

“Your daughter?” A smooth sweet voice said.

“Yeah… I’ve never left her side so, she wasn’t too excited about leaving me. Your daughter is a sweetheart.”

“Yes, she is…” He trailed off before remembering that he had yet to introduce himself. “I’m Sam, and that was Joanne.”

“Y/N. And that’s Camille.” You noticed that he wasn’t wearing a ring and silently thanked the universe. “Pick-up is at 1:30, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It seems like forever… I miss her… do you think I should go hug her one more time?” You said as you started for the playground.

Sam chuckled before grabbing your hand and saying, “No, but it seems like you have as much separation anxiety as she does.”

You blushed as you both realized that your hands were still interlocked. “Well… I have to run some errands. It was great to meet you, Sam.”

“You too, Y/N.” He replied, his cheeks flushing a bit.

Later that day, you were strolling through the supermarket picking up all the food you needed for the next week. The last thing on your list was a bag of powdered donuts. Camille loved them in her lunch. But just as you rounded the corner to the pastry aisle your cart slammed into another one, moving way too fast.

“Woah! Go the speed limit--” you stopped short when you looked up to see none other than Sam.

“I’m so sorry…” He went silent as his eyes met yours. “Y/N?

“Are you following me?” You teased.

“I could ask you the same thing” Sam replied with a good-natured chuckle.

The two of you walked through the supermarket together getting the last items for him, by the time you headed to checkout your ribs were sore from laughing so hard. You surprised yourself when you desperately wanted to stay in that checkout line forever.

“Hey, did you want to get a coffee before pickup?” Sam asked, “We have an hour…”

“I really want to, but I need to put the milk in the fridge first. Can we meet there in fifteen minutes?” You asked, truly hopeful that he would be able to.

“That works. I got Joanne some popsicles. I guess I shouldn’t let them melt.”

“Perfect! I’ll meet you at the Ugly Mug in fifteen?”

“Sounds perfect.” He said as he smiled widely.

“Oh lord that smile…” You mumbled under your breath. You hadn’t been affected like this by a man since, since Matt. You forced the memory of him away and got to your car to dash home and put the food away.

Within fifteen minutes, you were walking into The Ugly Mug and waiting for Sam. You quickly realized that you didn’t have his number… ‘I should’ve asked for that.’ You thought to yourself as he opened the door and walked in, his face lighting up as your eyes met. The both of you talked and drank large cups of much-needed coffee. Eventually you glanced at your phone and gasped,

“Sam! It’s 1:27!! We’re gonna be late for the first day of pickup!!”

You left a tip and sprinted out to your respective cars. Arriving at 1:33 you weren’t too late, and you smiled as Camille and Joanne walked out of the classroom holding hands. Camille’s eyes lit up when she saw you and ran over. The hug she gave you made tears form in your eyes and you heart swell.

“Mommy, can Jo and I have a playdate on Friday?” Camille asked with the biggest, sweetest puppy dog face ever.

“If her Daddy says it’s okay, I don’t see why not.” You smiled and she squealed and ran over to Joanne to tell her the good news. You walked over to Sam and grinned. “I guess you’re stuck with me, Sammy.” You grinned.

“It’s Sam…” he said seriously before his face broke into a huge grin. “I don’t see how it’s a bad thing to be stuck with you.”

You felt your face burning as you blushed, unable to think of an actual response. “Well, I should get your number. So that we can plan this playdate.”

“Of course!” Sam grinned, “I thought you’d never ask!”

It felt like Friday took forever to come. You didn’t get to see much of Sam but you texted or called each other at least once a day. But finally it was time for pickup on Friday afternoon and Camille and Joanne came running out hand in hand as usual, but this time with the smile of a promise of playing at Joanne’s house.

In the car, you and Camille sang her favorite songs as you followed Sam and Joanne to their house. When you arrived you smiled, it was small but beautiful. Camille leapt out and ran to Jo as soon as the car was in park.

You cursed yourself when you felt your heartbeat quicken when your eyes connected with Sam’s. He led us inside to the kitchen where the girls had a few apple slices.

“Can I get you some coffee?” Sam asked kindly.

“That’d be great.” You smiled, “It’s been a long day.”

The girls ran off to go play in Joanne’s room and you and Sam sat at the table, talking while you waited for the coffee maker to finish.

“Sugar?” Sam asked when he heard the beeping of the machine.

“Too much, And if you have any cinnamon that would be nice.”

“How much is too much?” Sam laughed as he poured some into the cute mug that looked like it had been painted by a four-year-old.

“Keep going…. I’ll say when.”  a few moments passed, “When.” Sam rolled his eyes and added a pinch of cinnamon before setting the mug in front of you. “Thank you, did Joanne paint this mug?” A slight blush creeped over Sam’s face as he flashed me a sheepish grin.

“Actually… I painted that one.” You burst out laughing while he tried to redeem himself. “I’m not an artist okay? I answer phones and do taxes. I don’t paint.”

“It’s okay Sam, I knew you couldn’t be as perfect as you seemed.” Your smile disappeared when you realized that you had said that out loud. Sam chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair before asking,

“How’d you get that awesome scar?”

“Oh, it’s no big deal..” You mumbled, trying to keep the memories at bay.

“Oh come on every scar has a story.”

“I don’t like to tell this one.” You said as tears fought their way to the surface.

Sam must’ve realized it was a bad memory and soon you felt his arms wrap around you as you tried to calm your breathing. His arms felt so right, you couldn’t help but feel safe.

“H-his name was Matt. He was my boyfriend when, when I had Camille. He was verbally abusive before she was born….” You took a deep, shaky breath and the words began to fly out of your mouth. “but after she was born, I still had the baby weight and Matt didn’t like that. He refused to hold my hand or kiss me… and he would hit me if I didn’t go to the gym that day. One day I’d been crazy busy and the babysitter couldn’t make it so I couldn’t leave Camille to go to the gym. Matt was drunk when he got home and he hit me with his beer bottle.” With the words, came tears and though it felt nice to get that off your chest, you were embarrassed. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m a mess--”

“Y/N  I am so sorry that happened to you. Is-Is he in jail?” Sam questioned.

“Y-Yes.” You mumbled back.

“Good.” Sam took a deep breath and sighed. “Rebekah and I had been dating for a year when she got pregnant. I was so excited to be a dad. Two weeks after Jo was born Rebekah left in the middle of the night. I haven’t heard from her since.”

“I’m sorry…” You said pulling back from his arms. “That must’ve been hard.”

“I’m not going to lie, it was really hard.” Sam started, “But I am so grateful that I have Joanne in my life.” Just as he finished speaking, before I could say something embarrassing, the girls came running in with marker on their faces.

“Mommy!” Camille called, quickly catching my attention, “Joanne did my makeup!!!”

“Yes she did.” You said with a chuckle, knowing that she was going to hate scrubbing that off. “Can mommy take a picture?” Camille nodded and she and Joanne smiled widely.

“Every Friday should be play-date Friday!” Joanne said excitedly.

“Yes.” Sam said looking at you before taking your hand. “It should.”

Sam’s POV:

It has been about a year and a half. The girls are finishing up first grade. Y/N is amazing, and I am terrified. I don’t know why, but I feel like I need to ask Camille’s permission before I can propose to Y/N. Y/N had to do some birthday shopping for Cam and she had dropped her off to play so that she didn’t see any of the presents. I poked my head into the playroom and cleared my throat.

“Hey, Camie? Can I talk to you really fast?”

“Okay.” Camille said before getting up to follow me into the kitchen. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing!” I replied quickly. “I just wanted to ask you something…” I took a deep breath.

“Look. Camille, I- I really like Y/N- your Mommy… and I uh, I wanted to ask you if I can marry her.” I looked up at the blue-eyed child, and she stared at me.

“You want to marry Mom? Will you be nice to her?”

“Of course! I love her.”

“Will you massage her feet?” Camille challenged.

“Every Night.” I promised.

“Can I still be friends with Jo?”

“Of course! You two will be sisters.” I said, hoping that this would pacify her.

“Use one word to tell me what Mommy is.”

I thought for a moment. “A queen. And you and Jo will be my princesses.”

“Okay.” Camille smiled, throwing her arms around my neck. “You can marry Mommy.” Before I could say anything she ran down the hallway squealing, “Jo!!!! We’re gonna be sisters!!!!!!” I turned off the phone’s recording device. If Y/N said yes I wanted to play this clip at our wedding.

I followed Camille to the playroom and made the girls promise to keep this a secret.

2nd Person POV:

When you got back to Sam’s house to pick up Camille, the girls were giggling and whispering to each other. Luckily for you seven-year-olds weren’t good at keeping secrets.

“What’s going on you two?” You asked, while they smiled innocently.

“Nothing.” The two girls said in unison before laughing and running down the hallway towards the kitchen.

You followed them and chased them into the backyard, but you stopped when you noticed a bunch of candles and roses placed on the outdoor dining table. You walked over and saw the two drawings, drawn by the girls. Upon closer inspection they were pictures of you and Sam holding hands with the girls on either side. They were both labelled “My Family”. Tears welled up in your eyes and you turned around to thank the girls and you found yourself face to chest with Sam. He slowly kneeled down and held out a ring.

“Y/N, Our lives were pretty messed up before we met each other. When our eyes met the first day of kindergarten I knew I couldn’t let you go. When you came over to talk to me I was so nervous but when you smiled I felt calm, and suddenly, everything just seemed right.” He began to tear up, but you were already crying. “Y/N, I love you, more than anything. Will you please marry me and make me the happiest man alive? I asked Camille for her blessing.”

You laughed and replied, “Of course I’ll marry you, you doofus. You’re stuck with me.”

“There are just a lot of really hard notes and it’s really fast and and it’s a weird piece. I should have picked something slower...” You trailed off.

“Why do you never practice when I’m home?” Dean asked, causing you to jump about ten feet in the air.

“Dean! I didn’t hear you come in, don’t scare me like that!” You laughed, dodging the question.

“Y/N, how come I never get hear you practice violin?” Dean asked, more seriously this time.

“Dean, I don’t know, I just….” You trailed off. In reality, you didn’t think you were very good and you didn’t want the boys —especially Dean— to hear you. “You just keep me too busy,” you smirked, “I’m always doing research or baking pies. I simply don't have time.”

Before Dean could call you on your bull, Sam spoke up.

“I’ve got a case, it’ll be about a three day’s drive at least. Y/N, can you work phones for us?”

“Of course, let me pack you guys some food for the road.” You smiled and scurried away, escaping the piercing green eyes of the man you so dearly loved.

“Bye Y/N! Be safe and we’ll call you when we’re on the way home!” Sam called out the window as Dean started Baby, the engine revving.

“Dean, stop being such a show-off! I’m always safe! I love you guys!” You called back, “I love you Dean…” You muttered as you turned to go back into the house.

Days passed and you answered phones, pretending to be a Fed, a knife salesman and anything else the boys needed you to be. In your free time, you practiced day and night, not getting much sleep. After a week, you had gotten pretty good at this new piece. By the tenth day, You only had one hard spot left. As you were practicing this particularly tricky section, Dean and Sam arrived at home, it was two in the morning so they tried to be quiet as Sam went right to bed. Dean however had headed for your room to check up on you. He followed the music, assuming it was an iPod playing classical music while you slept. He stood in the doorway and listened as you finally got the difficult section and cheered in delight before starting the ten-minute long piece from the beginning and playing your best. You messed up on a few notes but other than that, a week and a half of practicing had served you well. You ended the piece and squealed loudly. You set the violin down and began to dance around the room, singing the tune to the rhapsody. You stopped when you noticed that there was a large Dean standing in the doorway.

“That was, beautiful, Y/N.” He said, before you could even move. Your face turned red as he stepped into the room and smiled. “You should play for me more often.” He grinned as his arms snaked around you. “You are amazing to watch, the concentration, the passion, the joy….”

His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips several times before you couldn’t take the tension anymore. You quickly closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his. He seemed surprised but quickly deepened the kiss. The two of you finally broke apart in need of air, and you giggled softly.

“What?” Dean asked, “I’m not THAT bad of a kisser am I?”

“No! No… It’s just, you should have done that sooner. Wimp.”

“Freak.” He laughed. “But yeah, you’re right.”

The Wedding Day had come by so fast, it seemed like moments passed instead of months. The reception was beautiful and when it finally came time for their “First Dance” Castiel led Y/N out to the dance floor. The first few bars of ‘The Last Dance’ by Frank Sinatra filled the room as the two of them twirled and whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

“I love you Y/N” Cas murmured.

“Wake up…” Y/N chanted. “wake up. Wake Up. Wake Up!!!” and suddenly a strange blaring sound was falling from her lips, not a sound any human could make.

Castiel’s eyes snapped open and he turned off his alarm. Today was the day. The same day he took off work and bought flowers for every year. Y/N’s Birthday.

He kept himself composed as he drove to the Florist Shop, and then to Y/N. He walked right up to her and set the flowers down. The tears flowed freely now.

“I love you Y/N, I am so sorry I couldn’t save you.” he sobbed. She would’ve been 34 today, he thought to himself as he helplessly hugged at the stone angel atop your headstone. It had been carved in her likeness, with beautiful strong wings. He sat like that, sitting at her gravestone, crying, laughing, sitting in silence and then crying again, for hours.

He would visit her every saturday and he knew several of the workers at the cemetery. They always greeted him kindly but not today. Today they knew he needed to be alone.