"If I die, I'm gonna haunt your ass."
Dean saw Becky, his girlfriend of eight months smirk, "Well, given your obsession with it, I wouldn't expect anything different."
Dean scowled, "Funny… and true, but I'm serious. Why did you make us come here?"
Becky finally turned to face him, letting a small smile tug at her lips, "Because I love rollercoasters, and you wanted to come back and show me around where you grew up. You just happened to mention that King's Island was only a fifteen minute drive, and I used my Irish charm and got you to bring me."
Dean tried to be mad, but she was just too damn cute when she won, "But, you didn't say you were gonna make me ride any of the rollercoasters with you. I thought I was just here to win you stuffed bears, buy you cotton candy, and hold your hair back when you throw it up."
She patted his arm, encased in his leather jacket to break the October wind. "Well, you can still do all of that, but you are riding at least one rollercoaster with me."
"But," Dean started, before she squeezed his arm, cutting him off. She gave him a small glare. Right, they were in public. He looked around and saw the disapproving looks from some parents with young children. He sighed, "Fine. One rollercoaster."
The smile he received from her was almost enough to evaporate his worry. He threw an arm around her and pressed her into his side. She followed easily and nuzzled into him out of the wind. He pressed a kiss to her hair, and tried to stop his body from fidgeting. He was fine when it was him flinging himself off tall things, or throwing himself through tables, but when he was strapped to a giant metal machine of death, not able to control his body, he was the opposite of fine.
He felt her squeeze his torso to try and comfort him, when he knew his body had begun to twitch uncontrollably. He tried to breathe, as the line got shorter and shorter. He tried to latch on to Becky's voice as she babbled on about how cool Cincinnati was.
Finally they were next and were put on the furthest back one. Dean was secretly thankful. At least they'd get to live a few seconds longer than the rest of the people if this thing derailed. As soon as they strapped him in he grabbed Becky's hand tightly. He was comforted a little when she grabbed his hand back with just as much force. Soon enough the ride started. Dean could feel his heart creeping up to his throat.
He looked over at Becky to see an excited smile on her face. Fucking madwoman. Why the hell did he have to fall in love with a crazy chick that liked rollercoasters? She finally looked back over at him and the way her face shifted to concern must have meant he looked terrible. She brightened up, and he knew that smile all too well. She had an idea.
The hill was quickly coming to its downward slope and Dean could feel the panic rising in his chest, as he saw the first car dip under his line of sight, he felt Becky's other hand, the one he was not clutching to death in his own grip, clasp the side of his face and turn his head. He felt her lips connect with his, and the telltale cherry lip balm she used was all he could taste. He felt a pleasant drop in his stomach, as he felt the air around him begin to blow her hair into their faces. His hair being blown back and mingling with her orange locks.
When her lips left him he opened his eyes and saw her throwing her hands up in the air as they went up and down a couple smaller hills. He no longer felt that constricting panic in his chest. His lips still tingled from the kiss, but that wasn't the best part. Sure, he loved kissing her, but watching her being so free, with her hands in the air and an excited smile on her lips, that reminded him of why he was so in love with her. He saw it some days more than others, but every time he did he was struck again and again by how lucky he was to have her in his life at all, let alone have her love him back with all her heart. He'd go on every roller coaster in the damn park if he could just watch her have this much pure fun and keep that look on her face.
He watched her for the rest of the ride, the way her eyes widened at parts and the way she let out delighted squeals. When the ride came to an end she was cheering with the rest of the passengers, she looked over at Dean and smiled.
"Well you didn't die, so I guess no haunting me."
Dean tried to look angry, but knew he was smiling, "Guess not. Least that means I can still squeeze your ass. Wouldn't be able to do that as a ghost."
He watched her laugh, her cheeks blushing the tiniest bit. When they had first started dating, his crude humor would render her a blushing and speechless mess, but she'd grown used to it over the months and now threw shots back at him. He loved it.
The attendant came out and unstrapped them from the metal box, and they leapt out. Dean immediately took her hand in his, making sure it was soft. He probably hurt her hand earlier when he was gripping it tightly. They left through the exit to the ride and made it away from the gathering crowd. Becky turned and sized him up.
"Well, you met your quota of roller coasters today. Wanna win me a teddy bear?"
Dean stared at her for a second, he smirked, "I'll make you a deal, Irish,"
She glanced up at him, her eyes narrowing at the prospect of a deal, "You promise me to start every roller coaster we ride like you did this one, and I'll go on all of them with you."
Her eyes brightened, and Dean had to congratulate him. He always loved when he was the reason she got that look in her eyes, "Really?" she said, her voice sounding excited.
"Yep. Then I'll win you a damn teddy bear."
She jumped up and kissed him. He barely had time to respond before she had grabbed his wrist, almost in a wristlock (sometimes work comes home with you), and was dragging him off to the next death trap.