His body rumbled beneath mine and he rubbed his hands up and down my arms.
“G’night, Willow.”
I smiled at our little tradition we hadn’t even meant to start.
“Night, Dean.”
Dean
I woke up with Willow’s elbow jammed into my side and a spot on my shirt damp with her drool.
But fuck, there was no place I’d rather be.
I might be cramped, and my muscles sore from sleeping in the cramped car, but it was worth it to hold her in my arms all night.
And I kissed her.
I didn’t know what possessed me to do it.
She’d been freaking out and I wanted to calm her down, so it just happened.
But I was glad I’d done it.
It had certainly changed everything, but in the best way possible because thankfully my feelings were returned—if they weren’t Willow would’ve probably punched me in the face for kissing her.
While she was still sleeping, I took the time to look at her. I mean, really look at her.
She was so beautiful, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks and her blonde hair tumbled over her forehead. Her lips pouted in her sleep and her tongue slid out to swipe at her lips.
I reached out and ran my finger over the bridge of her nose, silently counting all of her freckles that I loved so much.
I loved so many things about Willow. I loved her. I always had. I didn’t know if that meant I was already in love with her, but I figured I’d find out soon enough.
She stirred against my chest and made some sort of small sound of distress.
Her eyes flew open and panicked blue eyes met mine.
“Oh, God.” Tears pierced her eyes and she quickly buried her face into my chest.
“What is it?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
“Bad dream.” Her voice was muffled against my shirt.
“I’m here now.” I’m always here for you.
She slowly lifted her face from my shirt. “In my dream, I killed the baby deer and her whole family. It was awful.”
I cupped her face with one hand, my thumb smoothing over her bottom lip. “That didn’t happen.”
“I know.” She nodded. “But it still startled me.”
She seemed to finally take in her surroundings. “Oh…I should probably get off of you now.”
She rolled to the floor of the car before I could protest.
I busted out laughing at the sight of her on the floor of the car.
“Willow,” I began, looking down at her, “I was quite alright with you lying on top of me.” I winked.