Fanfiction for one of my favourite pairings. Also, Seamus is apparently like five feet tall, while Dean is apparently like six feet.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Seamus's POV

"Dean!"

I can't believe it. He's done it again. I asked him to put the dishes away, and now I can't reach them.

"What?" He calls from the other room.

"Get in here!" I cross my arms and wait. A few seconds later, Dean comes in, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah? What is it, Seamus?" I uncross my arms and gesture to the bowls that might as well be hundreds of feet above my head.

"You know what it is! You put the dishes too high again!" Dean raises his eyebrows, obviously trying not to laugh.

"Did I?" He walks over and gets one down. "Don't seem too high to me." He hands me the bowl. I set it on the counter and look up at him.

"Doesn't matter if it's just right for you! Not all of us are giants, you know." Dean laughs and leans against the counter.

"Maybe we are, and you're just small." I cross my arms and try not to pout (as I've been told it's not very attractive).

"I am not small! My mum says I'm at a perfectly good height!" Dean smiles and starts to move the dishes down a shelf.

"Your mum isn't always right, Seamus. Besides, you're twenty two. Maybe you should stop listening to her." I wasn't really upset before, but now my mum's been brought into it.

"My mum's never wrong." I inform him, in case he's forgotten.

"Yeah? She doesn't like me. At least, not as your boyfriend. Do you agree with her?" Dean turns to me, and he looks serious, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. I don't want to disagree with my mum (like, ever), but saying I agree with her could potentially start a whole new fight that could end in one of us leaving the flat and not coming back. I decide to choose the one that'll ruin my life the least.

"No." I say. "Of course not." Dean nods.

"Good." He says, and pulls me closer by the waist. "I think we might have a problem if you did."

"Dean..." He was supposed to come in here and apologize, not seduce me! But he's so tall. And strong. And large...

"Do you have a problem, Seamus?" He asks.

"Other than the fact that you're enormous and always put things too high? No." Dean pouts a little.

"Oh come on, Seamus," he says, "don't be like that." I roll my eyes and sigh dramatically.

"I suppose I can be persuaded to forgive you..." I tell him. Dean smiles and kisses me.

"Great." He says.

"But seriously, Dean." I tell him. "Don't put the plates so high next time."

~Fin.