Dean's PoV
I squinted my eyes as I woke up. The sun was glaring at me through the blinds. Again. I know I should be used to it but, like, who does? I closed my eyes and burrowed my face on my husband's bare chest. Smelling his somehow always strawberry scented scent. Maybe because he's in love with the fruit. Maybe more than me. I chuckled in his chest, that made him breathe deeply before slowly exhaling as he put his hands over my back.
That was actually what our first conversation was about, strawberries.
~( °•°)~ fLaShBaCk ~(°•° )~
Six Years Ago
It was a friday night. After getting yelled at by my boss for a small mistake, a drink was certainly needed. Surprisingly, The pub wasn't packed with people tonight, which was weird but I'm not gonna complain.
I sat, a stool over, beside a guy with (h/l), (h/c) hair who was wearing a dope ass black leather jacket. He was busy on his phone while drinking...wait, is that a strawberry in...in his whiskey??. I didn't mind it, it was just...weird. Whatever you're into I guess. I waved my hand at the bartender and he came over.
I didn't know what to pick, "Give me something that'll get me drunk."
He nodded and walked away. I glanced at the guy beside me and saw him looking at me, he looked handsome to be honest, but he looked somewhat sad as he gave me a fake smile.
"You having a bad day too?" He asked. His voice was deep, a bit deeper than mine but I wasn't fazed by it. After all having Cas, though not biological, as a brother makes this guy's voice higher compared to his.
"You too?" I asked.
He nodded sadly. "Meg broke up with me" he said looking like he expected me to know who that is.
For some reason I don't like looking at his sad face, so I tried to change the conversation. I looked at his weird drink. "Is that why you're drinking whiskey with strawberry?" I asked him
He looked at his drink, smiled, and chugged it down, "What can I say, it's my favourite experiment drink". He waved at the other bartender and gave him his cup, " Fill 'er up" the guy nodded and went to get whiskey.
He moved to the stool next to me and extended his hand, "My name's (m/n) by the way"
I shook his hand and smiled, "Dean"
~( ∅•∅)~ FlAsHbAcK eNd ~(∅•∅ )~
That was where it all started. I was 20 at the time and he was 22.
I raised my head and looked at his face, the face that I fell in love with. His soft breathing made me smile as the sun's light glazed over his face.
His eyes slightly opened and he began smiling, his arms got tighter around my back before pulling me up, he hugged me as I kissed his neck. He faced the other way so I could at least breathe before closing his eyes again.
What day was it again? I craned my neck and looked past his face, to the alarm that also showed what day was it. It was 8: 30 on a Saturday, like the best freaking day ever. Both of us had the day off, so now we can cuddle all morning. I laid my head on his shoulder again and closed my eyes, just basking in the moment.
