Title: I’m Yours
Summary: The life of a hunter is always dark. But, with Dean Winchester as a friend and a partner, there are definitely moments that are so worth living. And maybe, just maybe, one of these moments will change Dean’s and the reader’s life forever…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester (all mentioned)
Word count: 3977
Warnings: A bit of angst I suppose. Mentions of nightmares. Loss of a parent. Kid Dean (yes, that’s a warning). Implied smut. Language. And. Fluff. So much fluff, guys.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @becs-bunker’s 21st birthday challenge. My dear Becky, thank you so much for letting me participate and for being kind and patient enough to grant me an extension. Life’s been insane lately, but I do hope that this fluffy piece of writing is worth the wait. (Also, happy belated birthday).
As always special thank you goes to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 who’s like the most brilliant person in the entire world. Honestly, I have no idea what I’d do without her. So. Thank you, twin. You’re the best.
My prompt for this fic was the song I’m Yours by Jason Mraz (that, by the way, brings back so many childhood memories).
Again, thank you all for bearing with me. You guys are the best and I love you all! Enjoy <3
Fingers soundly intertwined with Dean’s, you let out a content sigh as he pulled you closer to him, long torso pressed up against your own as you walked down the shore together, warm sand dancing between your toes.
It was one of those rare days when the world seemed to be doing just fine without you, so, you’d taken your chance, batted your eyelashes pleadingly at the eldest Winchester and, when his defenses began to crack, you managed to get him to agree into spending the entire weekend at the beach with you.
“I still can’t believe you talked me into this.” He grumbled into your ear as if his thoughts had aligned with yours, hands rubbing circles on the fabric of your sundress.
“Oh, please. You’re enjoying this.”
“Hmmm, not nearly as much as I enjoyed helping you shower this afternoon.” He gloated playfully, lips brushing up against that soft spot on your neck. “In fact. I think we should do that again tonight.”
“Seriously?” you chuckled, incredulity strapped into your voice. “How can you not be exhausted?”