Cowboy Boots
Breathing in the cool morning air, Dean lowered his pencil and looked up from his notebook to see Cas patting the soil around the bluebonnets he’d just planted.
If someone had asked Dean a year ago if he pictured settling down on an old ranch in Texas, he’d have said not a chance.
Cas had his gardens and a little bee farm to tend to. Dean got his cowboy boots and his own horses.
Tucking the pencil into the notebook to save his place, Dean reached out and snagged Cas’ hand, tugging his husband down onto the bench seat next to him.
“Hello, Dean,” Cas said, dropping his head to kiss Dean’s shoulder. “Were you writing or sketching?”
Dean hummed, turning his head to catch Cas’ lips in a tender kiss. “Your flowers look perfect,” he murmured, feeling Cas’ beaming smile against his mouth.
Breaking the kiss slowly, Dean flipped open the notebook, nudging it into Cas’ hand. “Been thinking about what you said. About a tattoo. To balance out the anti-possession one, now that that part of our lives is over.”
Cas smiled softly, rubbing his thumb tenderly across the back of Dean’s hand. When his gaze flickered down to the sketch in Dean’s notebook, his breath caught in the back of his throat and he immediately closed the gap to kiss his husband, slow and oh-so-tender. “Dean,” he whispered softly.
“You were right. A tattoo that’s all our own.”
The notebook slipped from Cas’ hands as he cradled Dean’s jaw and kissed him breathless, murmuring his love for Dean and the tattoo over and over again against Dean’s mouth.
The pages fluttered in the breeze, with the sun shining down on a sketch of cowboy boots and angel wings.
Dean’s tattoo sketch can be found here (hand drawn by me)