Written for the Connections Challenge (DeanLuna), the Colours of the Rainbow Challenge (write about the arts), The 100 Ways To Say "I Love You" Challenge ("Stay Over."), the Alphabet Competition (daydream) and the Climb To The Top Of Mount Potter Challenge (Prompt: Crayon)

Some days, Dean feels like he's stuck in a daydream. It's quieter now, when the war is behind them and the dead are buried and the living are moving on.

It's these types of days when Deam feels like he's in trance, because how else can he explain how lucky he's gotten?

He's alive and Seamus is alive and Luna's alive. Luna Lovegood. Luna, who is more then alive, she's breathing and spinning and she's currently walking around his house, picking up Muggle trinkets with a casual ease.

Luna surprises him more and more every time and it takes his breath away. She's nothing like Ginny or Seamus, who treat his muggle belongings as a rare delicacy. Luna gets it, understands how important knowing your roots are.

Maybe it's why he's head over heels for her.

Dean looked up from his thoughts and gasped. Luna was standing by the window, the streaming sunlight blending into the blond of her hair. His fingers itched.

"Luna?" Dean asked shyly and she turned.

Luna smiled softly and he blushed. "Yes, Dean? Is something wrong?"

Dean shook his head vigorously. "No, no, nothing like that. I was just wondering if I could draw you?"

Luna seemed to beam when e finished. "Of course you can. Do you have an idea for where I should sit?"

Dean nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and lead Luna to the backyard. Luna plopped up on the patio and closed her eyes, soaking in the sunlight like a cat.

Dean left her there and went in search of painting supplies. In his room, the supplies covered his entire desk. Dean frowned.

Crayons were out, too childish and not precise enough to capture a goddess like Luna. Paint was messy. Markers were a joke.

With a sigh, Dean grabbed his pencil crayons and went back to the backyard. Luna was still sitting on the patio, so Dean set up in silence.

"I'm starting now," Dean said, wincing at the way his voice sounded harsh in the quiet.

Luna hummed contently and Dean began.

Dean blushed as he finished the final stroke. It was better then anything he had ever drawn before, but what if Luna didn't like it?

Sighing to himself, Dean spoke. "I'm finished. Do you want to see it?"

Luna nodded. Dean sucked in his breath, waiting for her verdict.

Luna turned around, grinning, and Dean released his breath with a whoosh sound. "I love it!"

Luna wrapped her arms around him and Dean tentatively did the same back, crossing his fingers behind her back. He wanted this moment to last forever and he'd need all the luck he can get for that.

Luna released him, checking her watch. "I better go now, I need to get home before dark."

Dean watched her begin to pack up her stuff, feeling like his future was slipping out of his hands like sand in an hourglass.

"Stay over," Dean said before he could think of the repercussions. Luna turned and for a second, Dean thought it was over. He had messed up and she would never want to speak to him again.

Luckily, Luna didn't declare her hatred towards him. Instead, all Luna said was, "I'd love too."

Dean grinned goofily. No amount of art could capture his happiness at this moment.