Dean flutters his eyes open when the sun shines through the motel window. He groans in protest, still feeling every ache from taking out a nest of vampires the night before. The first thing he sees when his eyes focus is your face, completely relaxed and carefree in your sleep. Just as beautiful as ever. He watches you sleep for several minutes, watching your eyes move under your eyelids. You’re obviously dreaming and by the small smile on your face he can tell it’s a not a nightmare. He can’t help but wonder if he’s part of it. “Watching her sleep.” He chuckles to himself. “Not creepy at all, Dean.”
Slowly and carefully, Dean reaches out and runs his fingertips over your face. He traces your cheekbones, your chin, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids. He swears you lean into it, even in your sleep. Taking a bigger risk, he pulls you close to him and presses gentle kisses over your face. He lays there, holding you, drawing the same patterns over your face with his fingertips until he feels your eyelids start to flutter open and he freezes. “Sorry.” He mumbles. “Did I wake you?”
You shake your head and yawn, putting your head on the pillow and facing Dean, letting your eyes adjust to the light from the window. The first thing you see is the light on the side of Dean’s face, the emerald of his eyes somehow brighter in the sunlight. His eyes are sleepy, his bedhead is the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “Did I wake you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You’re just as exhausted as he is from that damn nest of vamps. You’d been known to be a rough sleeper, waking him up wasn’t out of the question.
“No.” He doesn’t elaborate, just lays there watching you, grabbing one of your hands in his and playing with your fingers. “Yes.” He finally admits. “Somehow you ended up on the other side of the bed.” He gently pulls you back over until you’re practically on top of him, wrapping you up with his arms and legs and caging you in.
Neither of you say another word. You lie there together, running your hands over each other’s bare skin, listening to each other breathe, and letting the beating of your hearts lull you both back to sleep.
This Pokemon envies everyone, always. No matter what situation you’re in, it will envy you. Despite leading a life of constant envy, it doesn’t seem to mind; in fact it seems quite content in it’s constant jealousy.
there are people in this world that will hurt you. sometimes it’s on purpose, sometimes it isn’t. all i ask of you all is to pick yourself up after you’ve been knocked down- do not depend on others to do it for you. ultimately, you are all that you’ve got.
perhaps i am saying this because feel so comfortably alone now. i cannot tell if the storm has passed, or if i’m in the eye of a hurricane. either way, i enjoy this quiet, even if it is just for a moment.
i love the friends and family that i have, but i have learned that i cannot depend on them. if i want anything done here, i must do it myself. i love them with all of my heart, but this is the one life i get, and i refuse to spend any more of it beaten down by my past and things that i cannot control.
my heart wants something only i can give it. no man, no friend, no parent or sibling- no one on this earth.
my heart does not break for love or affection. it yearns for things i’ve only dreamed of. it wants so badly to prove everyone wrong.