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25. Gazing into each other's eyes
"Do you have to?" Sam said in disgust as Dean and Ginny lazily kissed on their motel bed. He sat nearby with his laptop but his eyes seemed to be drawn to them because he just couldn't stop staring.
"Who says you have to watch, Sammy?" Dean said, breaking the kiss to do so.
"He gets his jollies off by watching us," Ginny laughed, pulling Dean's head back down to resume their kissing. Her fingers tangled in the short hair at the back of his head and her nostrils were assaulted with the smell of beer and leather and it was one of the sexiest smells she had ever encountered in her life.
"Screw you both," Sam scowled. Dean pulled away from Ginny and grinned at Sam over his shoulder.
"Why, Sammy, I didn't know you were into threesomes," he cackled.
"You learn something new every day," Ginny agreed. Sam shot them both a bitchface.
"Whatever. I'm going to get something to eat. If there are any weird stains by the time I'm back then you two can sleep in the Impala."
The door clicked shut behind him. Dean turned back to Ginny but, instead of kissing her again, rested his forehead on hers and stared deep into her brown eyes. Ginny found herself mesmerised by the bright green eyes piercing her and her heartbeat began to pick up speed again.
"Damn, you're beautiful," Dean said suddenly. "You know that, Gin? Your hair's gorgeous and your eyes are just stunning and I love your freckles even if you hate them."
Ginny felt her face heat up.
"Then stop complaining about yours because yours are amazing," she managed to say. "And your hair's awesome. And I've always loved the shade of your eyes. Green's always been my favourite eye colour."
Dean smirked but Ginny could see the genuine happiness behind it.
"Okay, enough chick flick moments. Where were we?"
He bent down and captured her lips again. Ginny wished that Dean would accept compliments and feel good about himself without feeling the need to become defensive…but that was a conversation for another day.