Balloons: DeanSeamus

Faeries, Air: wind, freedom, clouds

Em's Emporium 3. Write a post-war story

Word Count: 330


Dean can't remember the last time the air actually felt breathable. For so long, he has been suffocating, struggle. But now he can feel it in his bone: this ongoing war is finally over, and he can relax again.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

Dean startles when he hears Seamus' voice. He hadn't expected anyone to find him atop the Astronomy Tower, but he doesn't mind. Seamus has always been his exception.

"What's amazing?" Dean asks as the wind picks up, caressing his skin.

Seamus moves closer. Dean shivers. It's been too long since they've been alone together, but it still feels so natural. Seamus' hand rests in his, and Dean feels his worries melt away. "It's finally over," Seamus answers, his thumb brushing over Dean's knuckle gently. "I didn't think it would ever end."

"Me neither," Dean admits, watching the clouds drift slowly across the sky.

Dean turns to him, unable to resist the smile playing at his lips. He still remembers the fear while on the run, never knowing if he would make it out alive. In those dark moments, his thoughts so often drifted to Seamus. Just thinking of him and imagining being able to see and hold him again had been enough to get Dean through somehow.

"What?" Seamus asks, his eyebrows raising. "You're staring. Do I have something on my face? Because I swear, I didn't blow anything up!"

With a soft laugh, Dean leans in, pressing his lips to Seamus'. He loves how easy it feels, as though his lips are made for nothing other than kissing this brilliant man. As Seamus' lips move gently against his own, Dean can't help but think that this is the first time he's felt like freedom is within reach in months.

"I missed you," Seamus says when they pull apart.

Dean just kisses him again because there are no words he can say to adequately explain the relief he feels now that he is in his boyfriend's arms again.