DeanLuna. Prompt: Dandelion dust.


"Luna! There you are. I don't think you should be out here. Can we go back?" Dean pleaded, sneezing on the dandelion dust as he hiked the hill.

Luna seemed to not hear him. She was sitting cross-legged in front of a dandelion flower, elbows on her knees as she chatted contentedly with the butterfly perched there.

"Was it the fault of the Nargles?" she asked her sympathetically.

The butterfly dipped her antennae in acknowledgement and Luna tsked. "Well, you can only stay positive. Frowning won't solve anything."

"Luna," Dean panted behind her. "Honey, do you really think the butterfly can understand you?"

The butterfly fluttered its wings and settled on a new flower. Luna turned to Dean, tilting her head quizzically. "Well, of course not. Whyever would you think she could?"

Dean gaped at her.

"I do believe we have Herbology right now. It seems we will be late," Luna told him, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the hill.

"Isn't it beautiful today?" she asked after a while.

Dean opened his mouth to remind her that it was gray and windy, but closed it with a sigh, shaking his head. "Yes, it's lovely." He leaned over and kissed her temple.

She smiled at him.