Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

"Come on, Dean!" You said as you tried to pull his hand and drag him from the shelter of the porch out to the front yard.

"I'm not going out there." He said as he pulled his hand from your grip.

"Please! I've always wanted to do this!" You said.

"No way, darlin'." He said shaking his head.

"But Dean-" You began.

He pointed to the street behind you. "We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain."

"Please! I've wanted to do this forever!" You said.

He sighed, and your lips curved into a smile because you knew that you had won. He stepped off the porch and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the street.

He cupped your face in his hands and smirked at you before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the rain poured down on the two of you and it was what you had always imagined, like something straight out of a movie.