AN: Just a little something I wrote based on a gif I found on tumblr. Let me know what you thought.
Enjoy :)
It was rare that Dean ever got a chance to talk to her during the day. The two of them were always busy. Always moving. Always hunting. But when night fell, and he finally had a moment to relax, that was when the magic happened. He'd tell her everything. Everything. He'd tell her the details that he might not even tell Sam. She'd listen like it was the most important thing in the world, which to her, it was. He'd do the same, his fingers absentmindedly interlacing with hers as she spoke, her voice calm and smooth.
But sometimes, very occasionally, they wouldn't speak at all. They'd agree that they both needed sleep, and she would let her eyes fall shut until the morning. Dean wouldn't go to sleep straight away though. He'd gaze at her closed eyelids, wishing he could see her crystal blue irises just one more time. He'd stare at her hair, enchanted by the way it fell delicately over the side of her face, caressing her cheek bones.
He'd memorise the contours of her lips through the darkness and sigh, thinking of the last time they'd kissed. He'd watch the rise and fall of her chest and wondered what he'd done to deserve her. God, she was beautiful.
That was the point when Dean usually fell asleep, but not tonight. Tonight, Dean couldn't. He was too mesmerised by her. He selfishly wanted to wake her up just so he could hear her voice again. But he knew he couldn't.
So Dean pushed himself up on his elbows and used his finger tips to tilt her chin up a little, his touch softer than feathers. He leaned over, his lips brushing against hers in a ghost of a kiss as she slept. He lingered there a moment, his thumb softly stroking her rosy skin.
Dean rolled onto his back and let his eyes fall shut, missing the small smile that pulled at the corners of her lips as she wondered what she'd done to deserve somebody like him.