Simple Things In Life

Childish

Sunshine beat down on us in the early morning light, waking us from our tranquil slumber. I was the one to wake first, but I didn't move. It wasn't often Dean and I were still cuddled together when we woke, but it was as if we hadn't even moved an inch from the embrace. My head still laid on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, the same rhythm I had fallen asleep to.

I felt his grip tighten just the slightest as he woke, a yawn emitting from him. "G'morning," his voice was thick with sleep, but still just as welcoming. He repositioned us so we were facing each other. No words were said, they didn't need to be said, his eyes alone showed his admiration.

The intimacy of the moment had a light blush cascade over my features, and darken even more when he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Morning," I finally spoke back in a soft, humble voice. It wasn't like me to act like this around Dean, he was my best friend. But something about the air had my stomach butterflying and me anticipating his next move.

That feeling faded when Bobby's voice rung through the house, "KIDS! BREAKFAST IS READY!" The smell of bacon and french toast was drifting it's way in Dean's room. He made a soft noise at the smell, something close to a moan, and rolled off the bed. He thumped on to the floor, but was undeterred in getting dressed.

I giggled just the smallest and shook my head at his childish nature; It was still one of my favorite things about him. There wasn't a day that went by that it didn't make itself present to the world around him. Whether it be a game of hide and seek or a tickle fight, his eyes would sparkle brightly like they did when we were younger, when everything was good, when Mary was alive. It was a coping mechanism, the way he dealt with the cruel world around him. He'd probably still be childish even if things were good, but not how he is now. The more stressed he got, the more playful he got.

I pulled myself out of bed, stretching with a small squeak. I ruffled his hair and went to go leave, but didn't get far. I felt him wrap himself around my legs. I giggled and squirmed some, "Dean!" My voice had a slight whine in it, a pout on my lip.

"That's right, scream my name." Dean snickered. Childish...I love it.

"You'll have to make me," I teased him, wiggling more and finally getting free of his vice grip. I hurried to the door before he could stop me.

"I'll take that as a challenge," His voice dripped with taunting and mischief. I slammed my door shut before I could be exposed to anymore temptations.

I emerged from upstair a half an hour later, clean and dressed. Dean still reeked of mischief, and the smirk he had on his face wasn't helping my anticipation. "Do you two have any plans today?" Bobby asked as I sat down to eat with them.

Bobby knew of the chemistry that Dean and I had, it was practically visible. The way we looked at one another when the other person wasn't looking, the dopey smile we would have, the way our touches lingered longer than necessary. Bobby knew it was a matter of time before things got serious, he honestly expected it to happen by now. But we were young still, we were childish though still very mature. In reality, we were scared. We didn't know if we'd be able to make it last a lifetime, and we weren't really willing to give up our friendship to give us a shot yet.

That didn't stop us from acting like a couple sometimes; Cuddling, occasional kissing, 'dates'. But, we were still just best friends, though people tried to say we weren't, we insisted we were. "Probably drive around until we find something," Dean spoke, mouth full of food, breaking me from my thoughts. I couldn't pull my gaze off him still.

The softness of his eyes was inviting and tricking; As innocent and child-like as they looked, they hid massive secrets. The nights Dean and I snuck out, or the time we went into the woods. Skipping class... our awkward first kiss....