Falling (Dean Winchester)

The Knight and The Princess

Charlie's birthday party was quickly approaching, and by the time you realized, you had some Larping celebration to attend. You don't know much about the kind of games that your friend enjoys, but thankfully, Dean paid attention when she was explaining the conditions of her birthday theme. Well, it was either that or he secretly enjoyed Larping. Either way, you had to dress up in medieval attire. Dean chose to be a knight, and he convinced you to play the princess part. According to him, it was a perfect couple costume and no one would even suspect anything. Of course, you had your doubts on the matter, though seeing how happy he was, you decided to follow along with his idea.

You've never seen your boyfriend wear anything similar to what he was for Charlie's party. The shirt and armor shape his muscles the right way for you to imagine certain things that aren't precisely age appropriate. He has a fake sword strapped to his hip that wiggles with the movement of his bow legs walking. He decided to paint his face white and red colors, which accentuate the green of his eyes. Furthermore, he opted not to shave and there's a light stubble adorning his face. When he walks out of his room like that, it's impossible for you not to want to send the party into oblivion and take him right there. Sadly, you manage to convince yourself to wait until after.

"Well, don't you look just delicious?" Should you really wait?

"I could say the same thing about you," you answer. You find yourself instantly in Dean's embrace, he holds your waist delicately, caressing up and down.

"I definitely think you win this one. Just admire the way that dress looks on you." He scrutinizes you with a hungry stare. There's nothing that gets you wetter than your boyfriend's horniness.

"We really should get going, otherwise we'll be late."

Dean ponders, "maybe we should be."

You groan, "no, no, I took too long to get ready. We're going now."

You give a soft kiss on his lips and guide him towards the door. He doesn't try to persuade you this time.

Charlie's party has already started when you arrive at her house. There are a lot of people dressed up in costumes and talking about topics you never heard of, or as Dean would call them, "nerds". You try to blend in with the crowd, but as always, Dean Winchester is hard to ignore. In a group of people that most are well, unattractive, your roommate stands out considerably. Women and men throw peeks his way as you search for the birthday girl. As much as you want to take his hand in order to prove a point, you cannot because your friends are somewhere at the party, and they're unaware of your relationship status.

"There," Dean signals to the right. With a plastic crown on her head, your ginger friend is surrounded by a small crowd. When she sees you, she approaches you with a smile.

"Hey, you two, don't you look picture-perfect?"

You get nervous, "picture perfect? What do you mean?" Dean throws you a look.

"Uh," Charlie clearly doesn't know how to answer that. "I just meant that you both clean up nice."

God, you're making a fool of yourself. "Yeah, I was talking about that too. Anyway, happy birthday!" You hug her before she can try and decipher your slip. Dean does afterward.

"Oh yeah, thanks for coming! Well, we have food over there," she points to a table, "and drinks to that side," she gestures at the bar. "Finally, fun the way around." Her smile is so contagious that you cannot help but follow along.

"Well, this party is going to be certainly a first for me."

"Tell me about it," murmurs Dean, looking around. Charlie watches the interaction with curiosity. Maybe because you aren't barking at each other yet.