Lucky-me

Lucky Me

Summary: Dean accidentally spills how he feels and decides to deal with it one of the only ways he knows how. Written from Dean’s POV

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings:  Language, fluff, drunk!Dean

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading. It has been awhile since I wrote from Dean’s POV and I’ve missed it. A special thanks to @free-bouquet-wasteland for helping me out

This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom Fluff Challenge. My prompt was “What’s there to talk about? She’s the best person I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

Leaning against the bar I signal the bartender for another round. She’s cute, petite and gives me this big smile as she hands me three whiskeys, “Thanks sweetheart, keep the change.”

“Thank you.” She takes the cash off the bar as I grab the glasses, downing one before heading for the table. It wasn’t like Sammy was going to drink it anyways, he had his nose buried in some book. Jesus Christ that kid, we just get done with this hunt, celebrating, getting wasted and he’s already looking for the next one.

“Where’d she run off to?”

Sam looks up, then glances over to where she had been sitting, “Oh, she’s over kicking some poor guy’s ass at pool.”

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Winning at Saturday. Slept in, coffee on porch, shower, and then market run for the first strawberries and a ton of greens, plus some jalapeno cheddar scones for tomorrow’s breakfast, and refilled soap. Then a bit of birthday present shopping in downtown for the cousins. Kitchen is now clean, produce put away, tidied up the living room, and am headed back downtown to have market brunch at Erie Street Kitchen with Ami and Liz. The whole neighborhood smells like flowers, it’s dizzying. The mock orange is particularly fragrant after all the rain. It is SO nice to not work on Saturdays anymore – I feel so relaxed. Hope your day is stellar, too. <3