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Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in wariscoming,

To his credit he'd done it. Gotten down on one knee and asked the question again. And though she'd known it was coming, her heart skipped a little. She was the only one he wanted. All her worries, all her heartache and insecurities seemed to vanish as she looked down at him. And jeez the ring was stunning. Exactly the kind of thing she'd expected. She was impressed, and a little confused as to how he'd afforded it. But she wasn't about to question. In fact she just decided to savour the moment. Enjoy everything about it, every single facet of the fact that she'd just been proposed to. Something so normal. So human. And he loved her enough to do that with her. To spend the rest of his life with. He was kneeling, expressing all of those feelings to her. It was amazing...

But he'd squeezed at her hand a little while ago, having asked the question, and she hadn't answered yet. She'd gotten stuck on the strange feeling that how she felt right now should be thought about, captured forever in her memory. And she'd done that. But she also figured if she didn't say yes soon he might actually break her hand, so she gazed down at him, her eyes still bright and excited to have witnessed what they just had.

"Of course I'll marry you" she managed to say, "Yes!"

She let her demon strength show a little pulling Sam to his feet and quickly into an embrace. "I love you" she told him, realising the ring was still in his hand, it hadn't left it. She stepped back a little holding out her hand to him so he could place it there, where it was supposed to be. Such a simple little thing, a ring. But it meant so much to them. It symbolised a promise until she got another ring. A wedding ring. She was going to marry him, she was going to be his. Forever and ever, she was going to be his. And nothing would ever tear them apart because together there was nothing they couldn't do. She'd given up a life bound to hell because Sam was everthing any woman could have wanted. She'd walked away from Azazel, from her belief in Lucifer because he gave her something neither of them could. Sam gave her love. It was pure, untainted, and theirs.

"...We're getting married?!" she repeated, mostly to make sure she was aware of it. It was confusing. It felt funny to say after eight centuries of mocking the tradition. But now, it felt nothing less than the right move to make. Didn't mean it wasn't still the most unusual thing she'd said in a while. And there was one other thing she'd realised amid all this. It had come to her suddenly and her eyes widened in suprise as she asked. "Hey...Sam, Will I be Ruby Winchester?"