She stepped through the diner doors, and I knew I was a goner. She had said that she had an errand to run, but I had no idea what she could possibly have to do that didn’t involve us. We always stuck together. The minute she walked through the doors, I understood.
“Oh boy,” I mumbled as I eyed her sauntering toward the table.
“What?” Sam questioned, turning his head in her direction.
“Whoa,” he mumbled as she approached the table.
“Sootch your bootch, Dean bean,” she laughed at me as she moved to sit beside me in the booth. I didn’t move.
“Dude,” she gestured, waving her hands so that I would scoot over. When I didn’t move she laughed. “Dean, pick your damn jaw up off the floor and scoot your ass over.”
I blinked rapidly and smiled, moving slightly to make room for her.
“Its just you look,” my breath caught in my throat as she turned to look at me with a smile.
“I look what, Dean? Like a girl?” she deadpanned, a look spreading across her face that said I was an absolute idiot.
I chuckled at that. I loved her sarcasm.
I narrowed my eyes at her, thinking before I spoke. “You look beautiful,” I breathed, reaching out to run my fingers through her freshly cut Y/C/H hair.
She tossed her head back in laughter. “It’s just a hair cut dude!” she exclaimed with a smirk.
“Its not just that,” I mumbled. When I started to pull her face to mine, her smile fell and her eyes darted to my lips.
Her eyes shot up to meet mine, full of questions, right as my lips met hers. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at first then her hand landed on my thigh and her other hand gripped my wrist holding her face as she deepened the kiss.
She pulled away with a laugh. “All that because of a haircut?”
I smiled brightly as I brushed her short hair out of her beautiful face. “No. But it did make me realize that I’m tired of you not being mine. You take my breath away woman,” I said with a shaky breath.
“And apparently your words,” she laughed.
“Shut up,” I smiled, kissing her again.
“Maybe I should go run errands more often, eh Winchester?” she teased, her fingers slipping into my hair.
“You can do whatever the hell you want sweetheart as long as you’ll be mind at the end of it all?” I asked, a bit of fear slipping throw my typically tough facade.
Her face moved closer to mine, her lips just grazing mine, her nose brushing against mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that from you, Dean. Say it again,” she whispered.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my hand landing on her neck and pulling her lips to mine again in a passionate kiss.
When we were both breathless she rested her forehead against mine and whispered, “I always was, Winchester. I was just waiting for you to see it too.”