Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean spends a few minutes waxing poetic about his beautiful girlfriend
A/N: honestly this was all inspired by one comment @deanssweetheart23 made on a photoset of Dean. (hope you don’t mind me tagging you, just wanted to give you credit). So thanks for that…
also, it feels really good to right for my husband again, so if anyone has any dean requests, i’ll take them into consideration, despite my crazy schedule :)
Warnings: mentions of sex, mostly just Dean being a sap. so like, all fluff
Words: 1671 (it’s just a tiny lil thing)
Dean can’t fight the smile that’s creeping onto his face. He’s staring, and he knows it’s a little weird—even if you are his girlfriend. But something about the way you look, so focused on your book, your whole body enraptured, perched so precariously in the overstuffed armchair on the other side of the table. Something about you makes him weak. So he allows the smile, and the blatant staring.
You haven’t noticed yet, and Dean is grateful that your book is so intriguing, because it gives him time to study you, to make a list of everything he loves about you as he tries not the fall asleep at the uncomfortable library table.