The Storms That Brew Inside
A/N: Here’s Chapter 4… This is for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo This one is the Dean Winchester square. As usual, no beta, so all mistakes are my own, sorry.
PAIRING: Dean x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2294
WARNINGS: still no warning that I can think of, maybe I have been out of the game to long??? Please let me know if anyone see’s something and I will edit.
The smell of bacon and eggs forced my eyes open, even though I fought the urge, hard. I was still living in the memories of last night and I did not want that to end. However, my stomach made the decision for me.
“Hey baby. I cooked you some breakfast.”
“There is no other explanation. I died yesterday. I’m literally in heaven right now, aren’t I?” I questioned.
His laughter had never sounded so sweet. Fuck it, if I was dead I had no desire to ever be alive again. This heaven was perfect!
“No. You are still alive. Very much alive based on last night,” he responded as he leaned in for a kiss. “I was thinking about something this morning.”