I must know about The Beach please mother!
Ahhh - funny-you-should-ask-me-this, because I think in the drabble convo or was it when you fist told me about the piece with Dean and his alcoholism 🤔 (that’s still in my drafts to reblog), I mentioned I was writing a(nother) piece about Dean at the beach 🏖️
Thing is, it started as a playful snippet/headcanon of Dean being afraid of the ocean (even though in canon he wants to go), and turned into one huge simile comparing his and readers relationship with the ocean, and the inclusion of a wedding ring
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore… but here’s a snippet with the ring:
The water is deep, and the waves can be rough, but it’s beautiful, and exciting, and he wants to stay right here next to you for as long as he can float.
“S’notning,” he says when he feels your gaze on his sandy cheeks. He grips your wrists tight and throws you back into the swell.
You can swim. So can he. It’s whether you sink to the bottom or not that’s important. That shiny ring on your finger is gonna pull you down if he doesn’t lift you back up first.
Thank you for the ask lovely! 🥰
