Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)
Word count: 2053
Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below).
This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).
The sounds of
birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you
leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It
was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you,
drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor,
you didn’t mind.
You’d always been
fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet
that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with
the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.
So, you ignored
the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a
moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.
“There you are.
Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your
thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.
Titling your head,
you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling
a quick thank you as your fingers
brushed against his.
“Well, technically, it’s not much of a
difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”
Your fics always give me butterflies. Always. Especially this: “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life” – that line made me swoon so hard.
Mayerine 