“He put one hand lightly on the back of her neck and simultaneously she placed one hand lightly on his hip, and they kissed in the street as all around them people hurried home in the summer light, and it was the sweetest kiss that either of them would ever know. This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today. And then it was over.”
Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 2482
Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.
Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.
Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain,
Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)
curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the
headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.
It was one of
those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously
enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters
brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and
stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the
night -he had said something about needing
to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden
outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been
flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester
had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly
jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.
However, as fantastic
as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more
Stifling a yawn,
you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in
the dim light of the bedroom.
“What?” you asked.
He smiled that
half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.
whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.
You opened your
mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through
your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your
skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean,
to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his