“Come here, sweetheart,” Dean snaked his arms around your waist and brought you tumbling down to the bed with him. You laughed, feeling the weight of the day’s problems lift off your shoulders. He kissed your cheek, before continuing his path to your ear.
“I love you, and I frankly don’t know how you managed to have me feel like this,” his fingers squeezed where they rested on your hips.
“I love you, too, baby,” you kissed his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I’d like to imagine we’d live that apple pie life,” his lips grazed the shell of your ear. “I’d drive a pickup truck and you’d move the kids around in a minivan.”
“I’d be those regular, soccer moms with the prissy voice,” you wrinkled your nose as Dean chuckled, breath fanning out across your cheek.
“It’d be perfect,” he tightened his hold on you. “You’d be the first person I see after coming home from work. And we’d hold BBQ’s in our backyard. God, it’d be fucking amazing.”
“I want all of that and more with you, Dean,” you turned your face until your lips met his.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N,” he kissed you deeply. “I love you.”
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