Words from pen,
like the cold autumn breeze,
raw and deep,
with the ease of ships
sailing on waves
past lands in calm seas,
touchings and moving hearts,
of old, of young
“There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird’s egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.”
Warnings: Fluffy Dean, Breaking of Dean’s car rules
A/N: This is for @percussiongirl2017
and her Finally Legal Birthday Challenge. Happy belated birthday, hon! My prompt was “Since I’m
not sitting shotgun, can I pick the music?” and the song was “Drinking Class” by Lee Brice. The lyrics are in italics and not mine.
Gentle shaking jarred you
from sleep. Your eyes fluttered open and you were able to catch a glimpse of
the clock on your bedside table. 5:23 am. Way too freaking early. You felt
someone shake you again, but you fought against it, deciding instead to roll
back onto your stomach and burrow deeper into the bed to chase that restful
“Come on, sweetheart,” you
heard Dean whisper close to your ear. “I know you’re tired, but you gotta get
up. We have a hunt.”
“It’s toooooo early…….” You
whined, fighting against your boyfriend’s touch to stay asleep.
“Amanda…..” Dean growled softly,
shaking you a little harder.
“Fine.” You pulled yourself
up and towards Dean, giving him a disgruntled glare. “But, I just want to point
out that I wouldn’t be so tired if you had let me get any sleep last night.