GOD'S BLESSING ( dean winchester.. ) ✔

o1. confusion tubs and parks..

Reality.

It's a funny word, right? Word, concept, person, essence, being, life giver, life taker, chances, fate, control, manipulation, despair... And yet, reality is only what you allow it to become, in your mind, through belief, because thoughts are deceiving tools.

So here's a fact instead: Rita Temple discovered she never had a childhood.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped at the TV. "How did these pass as children shows? Jerry and Tom are going through trauma like it just happens any other day. Dean, are you even seeing this?"

"Yeah, I am," Dean barely whimpered, and due to that quietness that followed, Rita turned her attention to him. They have been sitting in his bed together for a while, eating the leftovers from yesterday's pizza when Dean mentioned wanting to watch TV.

The channel surfing rights were claimed by the one less sleepy and Rita was fascinated to realize she never really got a childhood to watch cartoons in. Which was fucked up, so Dean insisted that they'd stay on that kids channel so she can enjoy some good old classics.

However, even if he flung one arm around her, the more interested she became in the show, the more it dawned on Dean that his eyes were getting tired. And thirty minutes in, instead of sitting up straight, he has melted back on the pillow.

"You weren't even watching," Rita immediately pouted. It was the tiny voice crack that got Dean to sit up again, as if electrocuted. Today was the last day in which that charm Rowena made would still be working.

After the effect fades, Rita will just get back to attracting monsters on a certain mile radius, hence they decided, despite the past month activities of travelling from place to place, to prepare to keep Rita home more often.

Funnily enough though, they hardly even got close to have some sort of reassembly to a plan or lead yet. So while that brought them down, their travelling was summarized by normal hunts, car concerts and, for Dean in particular, the best time of his life.

Normal and repetitive days meant peace to him.

"Are you crying because of Tom and Jerry?" Dean breathed out in disbelief, hardly knowing if he should laugh or comfort her straight away.

But seeing her eyes shine with tears and bubble up like the dew in spring, crowning some humid specks of grass which, now, were dark, like her eyelashes or freckles.

Rita made a move long before Dean could decide on what to do. She dropped her forehead on his chest, hiding her face in that black shirt of his, taking in the scent she'd now forever associate with peace. "This show is really depressing, okay? I don't think I want a childhood anymore, not if it involves such cruel things."

"Did you miss like half of the whole thing where stuff is supposed to be funny?" Dean kept the amusement only to his speech, because with or without those ironic jokes and comments, he still wrapped his arms around Rita.

The way he seemed to know how to rub her back just right to calm her nerves in all situations was something Rita deemed for magic really. "It's funny only from the perspective of the mouse," she murmured, finally shifting her gaze up again.

Dean took the chance and pecked her nose with a kiss. While she closed her eyes to giggle, he slipped his warm hand underneath the shirt she was wearing. It was his shirt, once more, that got stolen away for some made up reason. But then again, he was all up for it, when the pride to see her wear those baggy clothes swelled in his chest.

He started massaging her back, watching how those tears rolled away and cleared the path for a pretty smile on her lips. He leaned closer as she softened in his arms. But with the Looney Tunes theme on the background so loudly, she was reminded of something.