@ithinkim-adorable sent ❤️ / Send ❤️ for your muse to get a Valentine’s Day kiss from Fish / a kiss for Dean
Fish had never celebrated Valentine’s day. No surprise there, considering she had never dated either. After all, it was quite tricky to meet boys when you spent your life raised by a recluse exorcist in the middle of rural America. Not to mention that the only other men she had ever spent time with were old priests.
Still, she had not exactly expected to spend Valentine’s day hunting a demon with Dean. A nasty demon at that, the kind that left you breathless, and hardly unharmed. The kind that reminded her why she kept a golden cross around her neck. A behemoth, something blasphemous.
Later, she would use that as an excuse, to justify her actions. The blood pumping, the adrenaline, the both of them laying on the floor, exhausted, half laughing and coughing, trying to recover from the fight. Surely, some demonic presence was still lingering, surely it was why she had felt so bold, so... Profane.
Oh, it was just a kiss. But for Fish, raised devout Catholic and hunting demons ever since she was 12, ‘just a kiss’ was a big deal. And if her status in the eyes of the Vatican was blurry at best (not a nun for sure, not exactly a priest, and yet, an official exorcist?), there was no doubt they’d scream sacrilege.
Maybe even burn her at the stake, if it was still the middle ages.
But no matter the reason behind her actions, she had still kissed Dean. It had been a hurried kiss, a bit shy, a bit hungry too. Almost greedy. She had never kissed anyone before, and yet, she found the gesture to be quite instinctive, teeth grazing his lips in an hectic embrace.
She still quickly broke the kiss, face as red as a ripe strawberry.
“Oh lord. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she stuttered, looking at him like a deer in headlights.
