Challenge: Ultimate Drabble Competition
Prompt: Photo
Pairing: Dean/Seamus

"Smile!"

"It's not a bloody photo shoot, Dean! We're on holiday!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Just smile, Seamus. You'll appreciate these photo's in ten years time when we're looking back through all our old photo albums."

Seamus flashed Dean a fake smile before going back to looking out over the bridge at the pristine river below them.

"You could at least try, you know." Dean gave him an admonishing look as he tried to guilt Seamus into taking a photo by slowly packing up his camera.

Seamus through his hands up in defeat. "Fine! If you're going to be so goddamn annoying about it, grab some tourist to get a picture of us."

Dean smiled triumphantly and ushered a nearby person over and handed him the camera. He stood next to Seamus putting his arm around his waist as Seamus did the same. As he put his head on Seamus's shoulder, he didn't miss the little smile that appeared on his partners face.

"Ready? Say cheese!"

The light flashed and Dean smiled, savouring the moment.

Later that night as he looked at the photo he thought that it was definitely a keeper. Despite all his protests, Seamus frequently modelled for Dean's various art projects and Dean knew he didn't hate posing as much as he claimed too,

"Are you going to take pictures of everything?" Seamus scowled as Dean took a picture of his burnt dinner.

"Only the important stuff."

"So you count taking pictures of me and my failed attempt at cooking important?"

Dean looked up and met Seamus's gaze. "I count them as memories, and well also proof that you can't cook."

"I can so cook! This was just a one off!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "I have a whole album dedicated to your cooking, it's called Seamus Can't Cook and it's filled with pictures of burnt dinner. You can't cook. One thing you can do though is stand over there so I can take a photo..."

"No. No more photo's."

Dean inclined his head and smirked. "Fine, but when we're old and grey and there's no photo's to prove how handsome you were in your youth you'll regret it."

Seamus glared at him.

"Where do you want me to stand?"