On the drive home Dean had turned up the radio. The song that played was the song they danced to in the rain on their senior trip. It was crazy to think it wasn't that long ago. And then Dean was still stressing over saving Camille.
He almost hadn't again.
He pushed the thought away, because here she was next to him with a big grin on her face staring at her left hand.
He had the urge to stare at her and watch all of her happiness, but he had to keep his eyes on the road.
The sun had fully set when they reached home. Dean could see the glow of the lights. He remembered when he first got here again. The memory of his father hurting his mother clouded his eyes like a storm.
He was so grateful that in this life he was able to fix all of the things he couldn't before. His mother and his sister were far happier this time. He'd spoken to his brother and told him to call their mom. And most importantly he got his dream. Camille.
Dean opened the door slowly but he was sure that his mother was going to have some sort of celebration waiting for them.
They stepped through the door, taking off their shoes and then stepping through the small room that opened into the living room.
However like he had predicted, his mother and sister waited on either side of the wall and as soon as Dean and Camille stepped through they were blasted with confetti.
Dean stepped back and let them do their girl thing as they all hugged and jumped around. Especially Camille and Daniella. While they were looking at her ring. Samantha turned back to look at her son. She held out her hand and squeezed his when he took it.
She gave him a smile which he returned.
When they were finally done looking at the ring. They all went out to the kitchen and his mother had just finished making dinner.
She made tacos which Dean was glad for. It was a quick and easy clean up.
Camille, his mom, and his sister talked a bit more and Dean sat at the table listening though he could feel the tired hitting him. When he began to doze off, they laughed and sent him upstairs with Camille.
Dean had pulled his shirt off and began to step out of his shorts when Camille had gasped and turned around. Dean had looked at her confused and then realized they'd never gotten to a point of seeing one another undress in this life.
Dean laughed quietly. "I'm sorry, I'm just so tired I forgot for a second."
Camille turned back around. "No it's okay… besides… have to get used to it right?"
Dean was shocked for a moment. Usually Camille never said bold things like that. She had always been a very shy girl. Dean was remembering the day they went to the amusement park and had to spend the night at the hotel. She'd been shy even then.
A brief bout of sadness washed over him when he thought about all those lost memories. He was the only one who remembered the life from before. Their years of history were gone with it.
But rather than feeling upset about what he lost, he shook the feeling off and decided to focus on what the future held for him and making new memories with Camille for years to come.
He grabbed a T-shirt and put on some shorts before collapsing into the bed. He was extremely tired. Camille had quietly changed into her pajamas behind him. Then she picked up both of their dirty clothes and put them in the hamper next to his dresser.
She layed down in the bed next to him and traced the lines of his shoulder blades on his back. Suddenly Dean rolled over and kissed her quickly on the lips.
Camille smiled. "What was that for?"
Dean said lazily, "Just cuz I love you."
He yawned once more, and by the way his breathing slowed Camille could tell he was asleep. She studied his face. His tan skin, dark wavy hair, long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. He was beautiful.
She snuggled closer and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep as well.
.....
Dean shot up right out of his sleep, sweating and breathing heavily. He'd had another dream. That strange voice telling him he'd have to sacrifice, or make some choice.
He felt shaky and sick. His sudden movement must've woken up Camille.
"Dean?" She said sleepily.
He put his head in his hands. "I'm fine."
It was no use. Now she was concerned.
"Dean? Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"
She got next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "It's okay, it was only a dream."
Dean nodded as if trying to affirm her words to himself.
~It's only a dream, nothing is going to happen, it was only a dream~
He layed back down, this time he layed his head on her chest. As she drifted back to sleep the only thing that helped him was the steady beat of her heart.
Dean soon closed his eyes once more and hoped he wouldn't meet that dream again.
...
It was August now. August 13th to be exact. Dean and Camille were leaving to go to school on the 22nd to go to school.
The past few weeks since the engagement Camille had been looking for venues and dresses. She was thinking about cooking herself or having catering. She was sure there wouldn't be a whole lot of people. Just a few close friends and family.
Dean was excited for the wedding as well. But from watching movies and shows as a kid it always seemed like more of a bride thing for them to pick out what the wedding would be.
Dean was fine with that though, he gave an opinion here and there, but he wanted it to be everything Camille wanted after all he was the one who asked her to marry him.
However it seemed his being laidback had irritated Camille. Because she was now ignoring him like the time she had at camp.
"Camille what is your problem?"
He had followed her outside to his backyard where a broken down porch swing was. He never really came out here much.
She still didn't answer him. Dean ran and got in front of her, grabbing her shoulders to hold her in place while he spoke.
"Camille what is wrong with you? I don't understand? Did I do something wrong? Are you generally pissed off at the world about something?" He tried to joke, but she didn't laugh.
Dean sighed and let her go. He was about to walk away when Camille yelled. "You know I'm the only one excited about this wedding! I don't even know why you proposed when you couldn't care less about getting married to me!"
Dean whipped back around. "Camille what are you talking about!? I carried that ring around for a month. Of course I want to marry you! I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to!"
"Okay but I'm constantly asking you questions and you're giving me one word answers and just nodding or going along with the things I'm saying! And you know how I know you aren't listening!?" She pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"I'm talking about things I don't like and you tell me they are all great options. Obviously you aren't listening to me."
"Camille what are you talking about!"
"I'm talking about the fact that you don't care about this wedding, you obviously don't care about marrying me!"
Dean could feel his temper starting to rise. He had argued with Camille before previously. It was always over something stupid, but boy, when she got upset about something she surely let him know. He was glad to know that hadn't changed about her. He knew the best thing to do in this situation was to step away, give her space and talk about it when they were both calm instead of having a shouting match in the backyard.
Dean sighed again. "Listen Camille… I don't want to argue with you. I do want to marry you and I do care about you. I'm going to walk away right now. I don't want to lose my temper. So I'm gonna give us both time to cool off and we'll talk later okay?"
Still stubborn as ever. She had her head turned. Dean walked up to her and kissed her forehead. "I love you."
....
He ended up deciding to take a walk around the block. He walked down to the abandoned park nobody played at anymore. He settled on the swing like he had that time before with Daniella.
He hoped when he went back that Camille wouldn't be upset with him anymore and that he could explain to her his reasoning of why he seemed uninterested.
To be honest he had also been distracted. The bad dream he had, had been bothering him. He kept thinking about it and hoping he wouldn't dream about it. He often zoned out trying to figure out what it could mean.
Sacrifice? Choose?