A/N: For the Alpha and Omega Challenge (yesteryear).
Only a year ago, they had held hands for the first time. Dean had felt nervous, though he hadn't understood why.
She's just a girl. Just an acquaintance. Just Luna.
"It feels nice, doesn't it? Holding hands," she had said. "It feels like maybe the world won't fall away."
He had laughed at that because he understood. He'd never really thought of it before, so sure that gravity would always save the day. But with her hand in his, he'd never felt more anchored.
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He holds her hand, smiling to himself. A year later, holding her hand is the most natural thing in the world.
Luna lets go.
"What's wrong?"
With a smile, she slips her hand into his again, their fingers lacing together. "Just checking."