MD fic - Promise
You're so glad it's fall. You step out of your car from a short day of work due to the start of fall break, and smile at the Impala parked neatly in the garage. Instead of entering the house like you normally do through the garage door, you step outside and enter the four digit key code before calmly rounding the small house to the backyard, taking in the sights of the orange and red scenery, and relishing in the distinct crunch of fallen leaves beneath your boots.
When you round the corner to the back, you notice your husband, seated on the back porch, a cup of coffee in his hand. You gather that he's just recently woken up, judging by the tousled hair on his head and the robe wrapped around his body.
"Did you just wake up?" You ask anyway.
"It's only 10:45." Dean answers as you wrap your arms around his neck and lean over his shoulder to kiss his cheek. You smile when you feel the light stubble prick and tickle your lips. "Are you excited for fall break? No more stupid essays to grade, huh?"
"Nope, I got 'em all done. No more hunting trips to go on for a while?" You make room for yourself on the blue wicker porch chair that's big enough for two, and his arm immediately wraps around your shoulders like a security blanket as he pulls you against him. You push your boots off and pull your feet up underneath you and snuggle into your husband's broad chest, taking in his scent along with the scent of coffee.
"No. I told Sam to call Garth if he needs help." He pauses and asks, "You tired, baby?" You can't keep the smile off of your face when he calls you that.
"Little bit." You mumble back, snuggling into him closer as the chill of the wind wraps around you.
"Here." He lays a soft, knitted blanket over you and runs his fingers through your hair. "Go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."
You pick your head up off of his chest and look at him. "Promise?" You ask.
"I promise." Dean plants a soft kiss to the top of your head as you close your eyes and fall asleep.
You wake up a few hours later, stretched across the chair. The heat of the sun is pleasant and contrasts perfectly to the light breeze that blows by every few minutes. The beautiful weather usually puts you in the best of moods, but this time, something's wrong.
"Dean?" You call out for your husband, but receive no answer. Where is he? He promised he'd be here...
After about a half hour of searching the house and continuously calling out for your husband, it finally occurs to you to check the garage for the Impala. When you find that it's gone, you close your eyes and sit, defeated, in the living room. You had figured that Dean would get called away for something important, you just didn't think he'd break his promise.
"Hey. Babe?" Your eyelids flutter open and you find yourself cuddled up on porch in the chair with Dean. "Are you ok? You were fidgeting a lot."
"Yeah.. I just had a bad dream I guess." You trail off.
"You wanna talk about it?" Dean asks, and you smile, knowing he's not the kind of person to talk about feelings.
"It's nothing, really." You wrap your arms around him. "But I'm really glad you're here."
"I always keep my promises."
