You shoved your beer in the sand and took a bite of your hotdog. Two bites later, Dean sat down next to you. You felt him side eyeing you but you didn't look over, you stared out at the horizon instead.
"Are you that mad at me?" He asked with a quiver in his voice. "I fucked up, I'm sorry."
You swallowed the last of your hotdog, "What are you talking about?"
"In the Jeep, my comment about your uniform, I swear I didn't mean it to come out that way. I figured you'd be mad, so I'm trying to give you space. But now you look just as upset as you were last night." He sniffled and shifted his eyes to the horizon, then back again. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, steeling his jaw.
"I'm not mad," you said, turning to face him.
The others were far enough away that they couldn't overhear and only echoes of laughter met your ears. The sunlight shone down on Dean and you could see the layers of colours under his skin from where his father had hit him. And you felt the need to ease the tension.
"You lied," you teased, shaking your can of beer that was nearly half empty now, "Chocolate's still better." You smiled and held out the can for him, "Want the rest?"
He nodded and took the can from you, "I can take you home, if you want?" He still thought you were mad.
You shook your head, "I haven't tried sand surfing yet. Could you still show me how? I'm scared I won't be able to stop and wipe out."
"Yeah, of course." He stood up and reached down a hand for you. You grabbed it and he hoisted you up to your feet, "Still friends?"
"Still friends." You smiled and this time he returned the gesture. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Dean."
He chuckled, "Good because I tend to fuck up more than once." Then he let go of your hand like he'd forgotten he was holding it and chugged the half a beer you gave him.
The others stuck around while Benny grilled seconds and you and Dean headed out to where they'd left the boards. Dean handed you one and you shuffled your feet into the bindings as if they were slippers. Dean did the same with his own board and stood so he was facing you.
He grabbed your hands to keep you upright when you started to fall backwards, "Keep your knees bent and weight centred, okay?" You nodded and looked down the edge of the sand dune. It looked much steeper now than when you were further away. "Y/N, look at me." He smiled and it instantly made you feel better, "I won't let go, okay? We're just gonna ride straight down and once the ground levels out the board stops pretty fast on its own, not like in the snow." You nodded again, assuming there was more friction with sand so that made sense. "Ready?"
He started to shift you both towards the edge of the dune, "Wait! Wait. How do I stop?"
He chuckled when you squeezed his hands tighter, "You won't need to but it's real simple, you just lean back on your heels and lift your toes. Turning depends on how deep the sand is but you shift your weight to your front foot and move your hips the way you wanna go." He explained and you repeated his words in your head, slightly more confident you could attempt a stop or a turn if you needed to. "Ready this time?"
"As I'll ever be," you laughed nervously and fixed your grip on his hands.
One last shift and the boards started to glide down the dune, sand kicking up between you and covering the edges of the boards. Your speed increased and your hair whipped back in the wind and tickled your neck. It was a freeing feeling and you shut your eyes for a moment to bask in the feel of it. Trusting Dean not to let go and he didn't, even when your toes bumped together every now and again. Then the ground levelled out and you came to a stop.
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Wild Hearts (AU!Dean Winchester x Reader)
FanfictionComing of age is hard enough without meeting the right guy at the wrong time. Yet, that's exactly what happens for the reader when she finally starts to settle into her new town. Then she meets a party crasher at a bonfire with a few more scars than...