Luck
I wrote this particular fic in one of my history classes. It makes me wonder what'll my teacher do if he ever catches me? That –I think- would be hilarious.
I do not own Supernatural, if I did this would not be a Fanfic and so many people would be so happy.
Gentle hands sliding over heated skin, lips crushed together, tangled limbs and entwined fingertips.
Dean Winchester woke with a start, "what the hell was that?" he asked himself quietly. He shook sleep from his heavy head, and rubbed his eyes. A quick glance to his left, Sam fast asleep on his bed, thank god for small mercies.
He ran his hands through his hair, and sat up. This was ridiculous. It couldn't continue. After a few minutes he'd calmed down enough to go to the bathroom. Groaning at the relative-crappiness of the room. Crappy, dinky motel equals crappy, dinky motel bathroom.
Cool, clear water on his face helped him to get more awake. He hoped desperately that for once, just once luck would be on his side. Just for a little while, just a few hours, or days.
If he didn't see him for a little while then he could get him out of his head.
Out of his heart.
There was a swoosh of air and a presence behind him.
Luck was definitely not on his side.
I'm not quite sure why I wrote this, I've been writing quite a few drabbled recently. And I don't know sometimes Destiel seems like an unrequited Dean loves Cass thing. Anyway R&R. Thank you.