When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
Dean's eyes snap open, the sound of distant fireworks ringing in his ears. The rhythmic explosions pierce through the quiet of the cabin, startling him awake from a peaceful sleep. Blinking through the dark, he rubs his tired eyes, adjusting to the low light.
He glances down at Nadia, whose soft breathing indicates she's still asleep. He watches her for a moment, her warm body pressed close against his, and he feels a deep sense of comfort despite the loud bangs echoing in the distance.
The moment his muscles tense, Nadia stirs, her hand instinctively moving to his chest. Her fingers trace his skin lightly as she shifts, her face turning up toward him, though she can't see him in the dark.
"You okay?" she asks softly, her voice hushed, as if sensing something's off.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Dean murmurs, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. He rests his hand on her side, the heat of her body grounding him. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year," Nadia replies, her voice a warm whisper, a small smile curving on her lips as she closes her eyes, enjoying the peace of the moment. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and she lets out a contented sigh. "It's kind of crazy, you know? It's a new year, but we've only been together for—"
"Coming up on two months," Dean finishes for her, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "But it feels like longer."
"Yeah, it does. Trying to stop the apocalypse tends to warp time, I guess. Makes life seem so..." She trails off, her hand moving gently across his chest.
"Drawn out," he finishes, echoing her sentiment.
There's a comfortable silence between them, the kind that only comes after days of shared warmth and quiet moments, where they don't need words to communicate.
Suddenly, Nadia shifts, propping herself up on her arm. Her face is close, her body hovering just above his, though she still can't see him in the darkness. She's almost like a silhouette in the low light.
"What's wrong?" Dean asks, his hand gently running up her arm, then along her neck, until his fingers rest lightly on her cheek.
"You have to kiss me," Nadia says, her voice light but insistent, her lips curling into a playful smile.
"What?" Dean blinks in confusion.
"On New Year's at midnight," she insists with a laugh, a sparkle of mischief in her voice. "We're supposed to kiss."
"I don't need a holiday to do that, Robin," Dean grins, shifting slightly beneath her.
"No, you don't," she laughs softly, "but kiss me anyway. Please?"
He smiles, his hands finding her waist as he pulls her in for a long, soft kiss, the kind that makes time feel like it stops for just a moment.
Nadia pulls back slightly, still close enough that their breaths mingle. "Next time, just kiss me," she whispers, pecking his lips before she turns onto her side, settling comfortably beside him.
Dean chuckles, a warm sound that fills the dark room, and he spoons her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, kissing her temple gently, his body relaxing against hers as his eyes flutter shut.
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