270: Thirteen.
Thirteen minutes passed since he'd first laid eyes on the beautiful blond laughing with some of the other girls at the dance. He didn't have the nerve to go up to her and talk to her, she was out of his league. The other boys he was with noticed it and nudged him in the ribs to go over, saying it might be his last chance to get a sweetheart before the war. He would just give them a look and go back to staring down at his cup and occasionally glancing towards the girl, whom he noticed gave him a smile every now and then when she'd catch him looking. He would politely smile back and blush. When he glanced back up, she was gone and he was snapped out of his daze of looking around for her but a clearing of a throat behind him, when he turned he saw the blond standing behind him and his throat went dry.
"I'm Mary Campbell."
"J-John Winchester."
"Nice to meet you John," she gave a smile to him and held her cup out. "Would you be so kind as to get me another cup of punch?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Mary," she corrected him.
"Yes Mary."
Several months later, John Winchester held a velvet box in his hands and must have gone over the question with a milion different senarios racing through his head when in actuality it wasn't more then thirteen. His palms were sweaty, his heart was racing and he was damn sure anyone would smell fear on him from his worry that she would say no. Why should she say yes? He was nothing but a mechanic from a family of mechanics. There was that dryness to his throat, just like the first time he talked to her. She'd assured him almost a hundred times now that she loved him, but he was too scared to lose her. The war though had him rethink things. He'd gotten the papers he was set to deploy and that changed everything. She had to know.
That night was the night he asked her to marry him. It was also the night their lives would change forever and set into motion a change of events that no one ever suspected.
John Winchester
Supernatural
377 words