Written for Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge and Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge.
Dean leaned forward to thread his fingers through Lavender's hair. It was fine, silky, and soft, and he loved the feel of it. It smelled like peppermint and sunshine, exactly the rest of her.
She was still asleep, murmuring softly for some reason or another in a dream, and the smile on Dean's face was threatening to overtake him.
He wanted to spend every minute of every day like this, in bed and together, being at peace with everything around them.
He knew there could be nothing better than this. With a sigh, and his fingers still in her hair, he closed his eyes and laid back down.
Nothing in the world could ever make him leave.