A/N: I suck at picking GIF’s, but anyway…. enjoy sweethearts!
“I hate witches,” you grumbled while trying to wipe the purple muck off your favourite shirt. Sam and Dean’s laughter had bubbled down to quiet chuckles as the three of you walked back into your motel room
“and I hate you guys!” you glared at the brothers, the youngest your best friend and the eldest your boyfriend. They only kept laughing at you and you couldn’t help but crack and giggle a little too.
“Ah, we’re gonna miss you,” Sam said and your giggles died down a little. So did Dean’s, but Sam was oblivious to it and made his way into the bathroom. The summer was coming to an end, meaning that soon you’d have to return to college.
“Hey,” you whispered and walked over to Dean with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around your waist and let his head fall in between your shoulder and neck. Holding him tight, you closed your eyes and placed your head gingerly on top of his. You were smaller than him, so Dean had to drop down quite a distance and it made him feel small and vulnerable.
“It’s just a couple of months,” you whispered into his hair. Dean only groaned in disagreement and walked backwards before falling down on the bed and pulling you down with him. You giggled at him when Dean looked up at you with a pout and sad puppy eyes.
“You’re adorable,” you murmured and ran a hand over his jaw, not looking away from his eyes. He leaned up and planted a soft kiss on your lips which quickly turned into something else. The kiss slowed down and Dean’s arms around you tightened while one of his hands sneaked his way under your shirt and drew random patterns over your bare back.
“I’ll miss you,” he murmured between kisses.
“Me too, but that doesn’t give you permission to bring monsters to campus, alright?”
“Can’t promise that, sweetheart.”.
“Have fun Y/n,” Sam pulled you into a hug, “and call us if anything seems off, okay?’ You pulled back and rolled your eyes at him,
"Seriously? I’m a hunter that’s studying Mythology and Folklore in college and you think I can’t handle some puny monster all by my lonesome?” He raised his eyebrows for a moment and then laughed under his breath before pulling you close and hugging you one last time.
“Just be careful,” he whispered and you nodded into his chest. When you pulled back, you turned to Dean. He was a sight to behold and you had to stifle a small laugh.
He was leaning against the Impala, his arm crossed and his jaw set with his lips pressed tight together. You could see he was obviously having a difficult time with this. You walked away from Sam and over to him, placing your arms on his shoulder. He looked down at you and his eyes were shining, but he was not crying. He knew you’d never let him live it down if he cried.
“Dean, it’s just a couple of months,” you argued with a grin on your lips.
“I don’t care, I’ll miss you either way,” he grumbled and just stayed exactly how he was,
“Call me when you need anything,” you sighed and rolled your eyes again as he launched into his speech once again,
“If you smell any sulfur or feel any cold spots, you call. If dead bodies start turning up, you call. If the freaking weather changes abruptly, you call.”.
“Dean,” you cut him off and he looked down at you with a frown,
“I love you,” A small smirk broke through the frown and he leaned down to kiss you while finally wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his palms on your lower back.
“I love you too sweetheart, but promise you’ll call,” he muttered against your lips.
“Can’t promise that, sweetheart,” you threw his own words at him, making him roll his eyes and pull you into another kiss.