ཐི ₍^.ˬˬ.^₎ ཋྀ Laura. Libra. 19. Looking for a chat!!
Will Graham girl + Horror + bats + crows + graveyards + straight long dark hair + vampire + Dean Winchester girl
Currently watching: supernatural s13 & house of the dragon
˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ Photobook… Supernatural + Hannibal + Saw + Jaw + a song of ice and fire + Nosferatu + Dracula + Twilight + Yellowjackets + Lord of the rings + Star Wars + marvel + DC
˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ Cassette tapes… HIM + Lana Del Rey + Ethal cain + Bauhaus + sisters of mercy + my chemical romance + pierce the veil + april’s love affair + type o negative + nightwish + guns n roses
Dean keeps you comfortable under his shade from the sun
content: fluff. gn!reader. established relationship. loving and caring Dean. one kiss. sleepiness.
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Baby's purring came to a halt, Dean twisting the engine off and sat back, watching the open field of meadow in the distance while the car sat under the shade of a big tree. The two of you coming back from a rough yet successful case that left you sore for the coming days ahead and immediately having to jump into the next one.
The sun had her company today, clouds passing by for chitchat before taking off, letting her rays play peek-a-boo with the land below.
To you, the words from the bestiary in your lap were starting to look like horns and scales and Dean noticed the lack of page turning coming from your side for a few minutes now so he quietly turned off the cassette player.
He rests his arm on the window sill from rolling it down earlier when he parked, the air breeze gently keeping the inside of the Impala cool, watching you fight a losing battle to try and read whatever passage about the next kill you two were going to do.
You looked peaceful, your brows weren't furrowed in concentration in the same manner when you were focused, your finger silently tapping the corner of the page trying to stay awake.
His heart drummed against his ribcage, he wanted to tuck you into a comfortable bed, kiss you goodnight, to watch you drift into relaxation so you didn't have to push yourself any longer.
"Sweetheart."
He calls out sweetly, only for you to hear and you almost jolt, snapping back to this reality from wherever else you were, head snapping in his direction with an apologetic, tired smile.
"'m sorry De.." you start, blinking your eyes hard to get them moisturized from staring so blankly at nothing, closing the book with a thud and placing it on the dashboard. "Shh, don't be sorry, pretty." He croons gently, hand pushing a lock of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek. The bed of thumb leaving traces of warmth that melted your nerves.
"C'mere, rest your head on my shoulder and get some sleep." He pats the open space of leather in between the two of you, urging you to scoot closer. "What about you?" You ask, concerned about his well being, he'd been driving for hours.
"Someone's gotta keep watch." He lies, wanting to feel your weight on him, to feel your warmth and quiet the voices in his head that still toys with his emotions. The light shadows under his eyes whispering truths he never tells and you wished you could do the same for him, hold him close and keep him shielded away from every harm.
You scoot over and he immediately opens his arm for you, resting it on the top of the bench while you get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder while he wraps his hand around your torso, disabling you from fleeing. But you'd never. If anything you wanted to get closer. Mesh your flesh together as one if you could.
"Just a few minutes.." You yawn, tiredness already clawed into your marrow. Yet despite it, the sun's ocean was too sparkly behind your lids, painting an orange yellow hue that would disappear when your eyes flutter open. Your brow furrows, doing your best to heed it no mind and focus on how your body was sinking deeper into his form.
Dean had his gaze set on you, noticing the little twitch in your eyebrows, the way your lids were pressing tighter to shut out the light. His hand hovers over your eyes, shading you from the engulfing rays.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, seeing how instant your brows had relaxed under his shadow, your weight deepening into him, and he felt you finally fully relax and doze off. He kept his hand up for a bit longer just to be extra sure, before landing a kiss to your temple. Resting his head against yours, only to drift off himself soon after. He made sure to pull the windows back up, leaving just enough of a gap for air to flow through. Leaving the two of you under the guard of the sun.
LISTEN TO ME, I don´t give a fuck about everyone else on HOTD atp, just give Helaena her god damn chickens and leave my girl in peace, I need her to be happy and safe for gods sake PLEASEEE 😭
I love this picture because I then imagine the idea that Dean either 1) went out, found somewhere to park baby and set up his phone with a timer and sat there smoldering, or 2) asked Sam to take this stupid picture of him.
