AN: Globetrotter Competition (Oslo: Write about Luna) and If You Dare (156. Future). I intended to write this from Luna's pov, but Dean is so demanding and took over. Cheeky bastard...
Over the past few months, Dean had come to terms with the fact that the rest of his (probably short) life would be spent on the run, miserable and filthy. He'd finally accepted that maybe he wouldn't make it through this bloody war. Maybe he'd be just another casualty on a list that never stopped growing.
But there are crazy miracles in this world, and he's safe at Shell Cottage, and Luna takes his hand.
Luna. Loony Luna. At school, he'd never given her much thought. She'd always just been the daft little Ravenclaw full of impossible theories. She'd always been someone to laugh at.
Dean sees her in different light now as her pale skin juxtaposes against his dark flesh. There isn't some crazy girl beside him, leading him off to Merlin knows where. There's nothing to laugh at as she tells him stories of Wrackles and Nargspurts, or whatever it is that she's on about.
No.
Beside him is a beautiful girl with a radiant smile and kind heart. And maybe she's still impossible and absolutely mental, but when she touches him, Dean thinks, for the first time in a long time, that maybe he has a chance at a future after all.
