It was a beautiful August morning. The sun was high above beaming down on the earth giving everything a happy glow. Birds were in the trees chirping a merry tune. Butterflies fluttered passed just lazily going about their day. Bees buzzed by searching out flowers to collect nectar. Several children ran passed trying to catch the ice cream as it played its song as if it were the pied piper. However, Dean was not paying any attention to the beauty presented by Mother Earth. No, he was captivated by a certain woman's magnificence.
As he was admiring the way the sun caressed her bare legs, she had turned to face him.
"Are you watching me?" she asked. "It's kind of creeping me out."
"At least I'm not staring from behind a bush," he returned with a wink.
"You're a freak. You know that, right?" she said chuckling. "Come sit with me," she said patting the spot on the blanket right next to her. Smiling proudly, Dean strutted over to her and plopped down. "What was that? Did you just strut?" she asked attempting to stifle her laughter.
"So what if I did?" he said lying back with an arm behind his head. "You enjoy watching me strut," he defended.
"Only from the backside. I'm not too fond of the front," she said with a straight face making Dean huff and pout. "I'm just kidding," she laughed before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She made to pull away, but Dean groaned in protest while snaking a hand in her hair keeping their lips pressed together.
She pulled away moments later completely breathless. "Wow," she breathed. "You are such a great kisser." In response, Dean only smirked before pulling her to lie next to him. She rested her head in the crook of his arm while resting an arm across his chest.
"Hey, it looks like a tiger!" she said pointing towards a cloud formation overhead.
Dean chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Izzy, you're too cute."
"I know," she stated smugly. "That's why you love me."
Dean looked down meeting her gaze. She had such a brilliant sparkle in her eyes. He had worked hard to remove all the pain behind those beautiful bronzed orbs. It took him several long years to take all the pain away caused by that damned witch so far in the past.
Now, her eyes were filled with adoration and such hope for him, him. He never thought someone so perfect could ever love someone so damaged as she did him.
"How can you love me? There are guys out there that you deserve: doctors, lawyers, rich guys. Why me?" he asked slurring his words caused by a bottle of Jose Cuervo.
"I can have all the material things in the world handed to me on a silver platter wrapped in gold and platinum, but they will never be able to love me a fraction of the love you have showered me with. Any of those guys can present me with the most valuable things in the world on a silver platter wrapped in gold, and I'd turn them all down for you. The only thing I truly want is you. I will only love you, Dean Winchester."
And he believed her after all these years, after all the stupid mistakes he ever made, after all the drunk and emotional breakdowns.
"I love you, Izabela," Dean whispered to her grasping her hand in his stopping the lazy circles being drawn upon his chest.
She glanced up searching his eyes.
"I love you, too, Dean."