dean winchester x gn!reader fluff
You stared at the greenish ring on the skin of your finger. The tarnished band rested in the palm of your right hand.
Something inside you felt like exploding.
Dean Winchester had never been rich. He knew how to live off snacks and adrenaline, he stole from people, he gambled... He'd hardly done an honest day's work in his life. But for an engagement ring, he didn't want that to be stolen. He managed to do some odd jobs for Bobby, he collected lost coins on the street, he even asked around for work a few times on his travels.
Because you deserved something real... Or, as real as he could give you.
Fifty dollars from a pawn shop. It wasn't a real diamond. It wasn't even real metal. The ring was costume jewelry. It left that dyed circle on your skin and was pratically rusting as the paint chipped away.
Buying that ring was perhaps the most genuine thing Dean Winchester had ever done in his life. He was terrified to propose. Even after dating for a while, he was sure you'd never want to commit the rest of your life to someone like him. He couldn't give you the apple-pie life. Hell, he wanted to. But that damn family business kept pulling him back in.
He fumbled through the proposal. His heart raced and his green eyes flickered in doubt, barely able to meet your eyes.
"You're the only thing I've ever been sure of," he admitted when he pulled the ring out. "I know it's not fancy... but will you... would you..."
When he started to almost retreat at your initial silence, he was shocked when your lips crashed into his. Relief, and a little bit of fear, swept over him. He didn't know why you'd ever love him, but he was glad when you beamed at him with a firm and unapologetic "Yes." It was pure bliss to just exist in peaceful happiness with him.
And now he was off on a hunt again. You'd stayed behind because you had a small cold. Dean, in his usual overdramatic fashion, had acted like you were on the brink of death and wanted you to stay home. Grudgingly, you agreed. As you got ready to shower, you shed your clothes and the rest of your jewelry, now staring at the ring. It really was nothing special. No big fancy diamond. No pure metals. No enormous price tag.
As you stared at it, tears welled in your eyes.
It was beautiful to you. And worth more than anything in the world. Because Dean had worked his ass off for it. He had taken time away from the supernatural, away from his insane life, away from the family business, to get this. This small, worn, cheap ring which symbolized his love. Dean Winchester was not a man who loved easily or sparingly. All the money in the world couldn't buy the sound of his laughter at your jokes. All the peace of a normal life could not offer that enamored look he would give when you smiled. It almost broke your heart a little to think that you had so much ground to make up for all that hurt you weren't there to protect him from.
The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. Answering the call, you smiled. "Dean?"
"Hey, baby," his voice rang over the line. "I miss you."
You laughed. "Dean, you left an hour ago."
"Yeah, but I still missed you."
You rolled your eyes, looking at the green stain. The mark was not a sign of cheap jewelry, but of a fierce and eternal love. Your heart rose in your throat. "I miss you too, love."
a/n: hey, so i cried writing this. idk. instead of talking about my emotions i will continue to repress them. this was short, but hope yall enjoyed! im trying to write at least one thing a week cos im very busy. thinking about maybe a spn normal au a lot, perchance ill write something for that eventually.
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