Characters - Dean x Reader
Word Count - 331
Warnings - Language.
“Hold still,” you scold. “I can’t sketch you if you keep moving, Dean.”
Your eyes skip from the paper you’re sketching on, to him, making faces and wiggling in his seat.
“Dean,” you whine. “For the love of all that is holy, will you please be still? I’m just gonna keep jacking up your nose at this rate.”
He looks scandalized and reaches over to pull at your sketchpad.
“No, Dean!” You yank the pad back, clutching it to your chest. “You can’t look at it yet! If you don’t stay still, I won’t let you have your bribe anyway. So sit still and shut up, Winchester. The quicker you do that, the sooner you get your precious pie.”
It isn’t long after the threat of taking away his pie that he settles down long enough for you to get at least one decent sketch of his face. You stare at it, a little sad that it isn’t as close to the likeness of him that you’d hoped for.
“Holy shit,” he breathes low and heavy right into your ear. You jump, a little startled that you hadn’t even noticed him get up at all as you were critiquing your sketch.
“Is that a good or a bad holy shit?”
“That’s a good holy shit, babe. Is- is that really how you see me?”
He’s looking at the paper like it’s this precious thing and reluctantly takes it as you hand it to him.
“Yeah, more or less. It’s uh, not as detailed as I would have liked but-”
“It’s perfect.” He says it so easily, like it’s truth. “It’s- it’s perfect.”
You smile, a little stunned at his adamant response.
“Well, you can have it if you like it so much.”
He grins, taking great care as he tears the paper from it’s spiral binding. He folds it carefully, setting it gingerly in his breastpocket.
“C’mon. You can have a slice of my pie in exchange.”