Imagine: Dean being insecure about your age difference.
You were watching doctor sexy with Dean, al snuggled up in the blankets and your head resting on Dean’s lap. You tried not to doze of as your boyfriends fingers traced through your hair. “Babe?”...

Imagine: Dean being insecure about your age difference.

You were watching doctor sexy with Dean, al snuggled up in the blankets and your head resting on Dean’s lap. You tried not to doze of as your boyfriends fingers traced through your hair. “Babe?” Dean’s voice startled you and you looked up, expecting to see his beautiful green eyes, but he was doing his best avoiding yours. His fingers stopped playing with your hair and he had a serious look on his face. Emidiatily you sat up and took one of his hands in your own. “what’s wrong honey? Are you feeling ok?” He shook his head lightly. “No, not really. I’ve been thinking… Does it ever bother you that i’m old?” A little smile played on your lips:” What do you mean? you’re not old Dean you’re 37″ Your smile quickly disapeared as you saw his sad expression. “Dean, what is this about?” He looked away from you and cleared his troat. “Earlier, when we were in the bar, i heard a couple of guys talk. And they said that we were gross, that i was taking adventage of such a young girl.” Anger raced through your veins and you squeezed Dean’s hand a little harder. “Don’t listen to them. Dean i’ve known you for a long time now and never did i have the feeling that you used me. You are the most honest and sweetest person i’ve ever known.  Doesn’t it ever occure to you that i’m dating you because i’ve had enough of all the teenage love drama.” His eyes were still not meeting yours so you put a hand on his cheeck and carefully forced him to look at you. 

“Dean i love you, that’s all that matters, isn’t it? And i don’t care what some teenagers said in some random bar. I would pass on any of them to be with you.” His face softened and a little smile was forming: “but i’m getting wrinkles.” You knew he was playing with you, you loved the little wrinkles around his eyes when he laughed. In a world full of ghosts, demons and vampires, those were the things that made him human. You gently pulled him closer and pushed a soft kiss on his full lips. “Don’t be insecure Honey, you really don’t need to.””

note: So i’ve been thinking about this for some time now. When i write about Dean, i don’t change my age, or Dean’s and i was wondering if you guys did? I’m 24 and i don’t think it’s weird or gross. Does that make me weird? Anyway i hope you like it :)!!!

xx admin Venora