"Well this has been so fun," I slurred, clinging to his arm while I tried to stand. There weren't many people on the outside of the club anymore, so I wasn't worried about falling into anyone if my legs didn't work right. I slid my hand down his forearm and clasped my fingers in his, holding our hands above my head.
"Dance with me again," I murmured, trying to spin around but tripping on my own feet before I got through more than one turn. I fell into his chest, giggling and hugging him tightly. "Sorry," I tried to say, but it was muffled in his shirt.
"Dance? I'd be surprised to see you walking right." He moved me away from him, taking my hand again anyway and holding it up like I'd tried to. Since he was the one supporting me instead of myself, I didn't fall as he spun me around, the blurry world around me making me nauseous. I was too elated to care.
"You're good at dancing," I whispered as I hugged him again, closing my eyes to try and shake the dizziness. "Now. You weren't before."
"Thanks," he replied, laughing at me as I tried to pull away to look up at him.
"You know I love you, right?" I asked, remembering the feeling I'd had the first time we were dancing together.
"You're drunk, aren't you?" he asked sarcastically, smiling and helping support my weight.
"No, no seriously. I love you, Dean. You're kind of gorgeous, like really. Has anyone told you that?"
"Yep, you're definitely drunk."
"So?" I struggled to speak clearly, suddenly wishing I wasn't as drunk as I was though it was probably what was giving me the courage to actually tell him this. "Being drunk doesn't make me think you're any less beautiful. Isn't it like a saying or something, 'drink 'til she's cute'? That should apply for guys, too."
"Are you saying I'm not normally gorgeous? Only when you're super drunk?"
I could tell he was making fun of me, and I clung to his shirt, trying to make him realize that I was trying to be serious. "No, you're always gorgeous. And I always love you, not just now."
He was grinning at me, as if this whole thing was a joke to him. His face was starting to blur around the edges. "Sure thing, babe. Love you too."
"You're not serious," I said, but could hardly understand myself. Why was everything swirling? I could not let myself pass out. Not now. "I'm not joking!"
Before he said anything back, I heard the Impala behind me, trying to turn but stumbling forward. Dean caught me, leading me slowly to the backseat and opening the door for me. "Thanks, Sammy," he said as he buckled my seatbelt. "I might have had to carry her out to the car if you didn't pull up here."
"On a scale of one to ten, how drunk is she?" Sam asked as he slid over to the passenger side while Dean got in the driver's seat.
"Probably a twelve. I expected her to pass out by now, but she's still going strong."
"Hey, Sammy," I said, raising my voice so my words were clearer. "I told Dean that I love him, but I don't think he knows I'm serious. I really do, I love him."
Sam glanced back at me and then at Dean. "Come on, man, she's completely sane and serious. She loves you."
It took me much longer than it should have to realize that the smile on Dean's face was because Sammy was being sarcastic, and was also making fun of me.
"I'm serious!" I said again, blinking away the swirls in my vision. I was not going to pass out. That would make my credibility even lower. "Dean, I love you. When I'm drunk and not."
"How about this? In the morning, if you can remember this conversation and still love me, let me know."
"Fine, I will." I crossed my arms, glaring. I couldn't tell if it actually looked like it on my face, though.
When we got back to the motel, I had been dead set on walking myself into the room, but my legs weren't working right when we got there, so I had to accept Dean's help. Sammy went into the bathroom while Dean led me towards a bed, glancing around. "Did housekeeping take the cot?" he murmured.
"I really love you," I said again, not releasing him when he tried to put me down. My arms were the only things keeping me from collapsing. "But I guess if you don't believe me, what can I do?"
He looked like he was fighting a smile, so I kept going.
"So I have another idea for a present," I murmured, trying to smile.
"Another present? We got you an outfit and took you drinking."
"But I want another." My arms were getting weaker. This was taking too long.
"I don't know what else to get you. Do you want another gun? I can do that."
I shook my head. "No, I had something else in mind."
Before he could ask what, I was kissing him.
If I'd thought I was in love with him while we were dancing, it was a million times clearer here. I pulled him even tighter to me and he actually put his arms around me, too, responding with actual strength that I hadn't expected. Had I ever actually thought about doing this before tonight? Kissing him, using all of my strength to pull him to me like I was never going to let go, actually feeling my heart trying to beat out of my chest and my lungs get shaky. This had never happened before, I'd never felt like this with Dean. It was so impossibly clear now; how had I not seen it before?
His lips moved with mine in sync, dancing like we had been just an hour earlier, except this was so much easier. As easy as breathing, more perfect than the way he'd looked the first night we'd met, and I'd imagined him behind my eyelids so I wouldn't have nightmares. I remembered thinking about how he was mine, and was that true? It felt like it now. It felt like he'd never kissed any girl like this, like he was kissing me. I could almost feel his happiness like I could feel my own.
When he moved away, I couldn't read the expression on his face, but I knew that he would be searching for a sarcastic comment to make about the strong alcohol on my breath, or maybe something about my lips weren't as clumsy as I was right now? Before I could think about it, I sighed in ecstasy and let go of him, the swirls overtaking me as everything went black.
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