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WALKING UP THE STEPS of his porch, Cassie gets comfortable on the white wooden chair. Sitting sideways, her back pressed against the handle as she pushed his other cowboy hat over her face to cover it from the sun. From afar, Dean busied himself with attending the goats and getting them in their cages.
The sun hits his bare back, his hat covering his sweaty forehead. His calloused fingers rub the head of one of the goats before helping her inside the cage.
Once done, he gets out, closes the cage, and locks it. A smile pops up on his face, fascinated by them, the sweet sounds that leave them. Spinning around, his green eyes find his wife, a beauty even the gods and goddesses cannot help but talk about.
Cassie turns her head back to the setting, clouds slightly cover the sun as some perch against the mountains. The grass seemed to be greener this summer than last. Trees that had been planted all over the streets grew taller, slowly but surely.
Her eyes flicker down to him, cheeky smiles now on both of their faces. Appreciating the sweat that rolls down his abs.
“Looking good there, hot stuff!” She shouts, laughing right after. Dean smirks, picking up his cloth from his jeans and wiping his neck. He walks up to the porch, reaching for her and pushing his hat up a bit before pressing a kiss. Cassie rests her hand on his cheek, opening her mouth a little as Dean slips his tongue in. Sucking on his tongue, she tilts her head up a bit, her bottom lip swipes against his before pulling away.
Cassie licks up the spit that accidentally breaks on her lip, keeping her eyes on him. The blush rolls over his cheeks with his ears becoming a bright red.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispers, his index finger rubs her shoulder, loving the gentle feeling of her skin.
Cassie grins, glancing down at his touch then up at him. “I love you.” She whispers, pressing another kiss on him, now on his cheek, the rest of her lip bomb belonging to his lips and cheek.
“I love you.” He helps her up, his right hand coming to her waist, his thumb caressing her skin.
Opening the front door for her, she walks inside, the scent of her hair products making him feel weak in the knees. A toothy grin never leaves Dean’s lips. He shuts the door behind him, goes into the kitchen, and washes his hands.
Cassie puts his hat down on the recliner chair and walks into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she pulls out a carton of eggs and places it on the marble counter.
Dean moves around, grabbing the door before it closes, picking up a beer and water for himself and Cassie. Passing her the water, he pops his beer open, taking a deep gulp and sighing after. “You want pancakes or a double smashed burger for breakfast?” He questions, earning a laugh and a side glance.
“A burger for breakfast?” He shrugs, “They’re pretty good.” He defends, Cassie giggles, his heart spiking up at her smile, her lips, everything.
If he could paint this moment, he would, he would paint every single moment he has with her. Even hanging it up in the Louvre wouldn’t be enough for him.
“Dean, I think we can save that for lunch, hm?” Cassie looks back at what she’s doing, grabbing a plate from the dishwasher. Dean hums, moving to her, standing behind her, and he wraps his arms around her. Leaving pecks against her shoulder, inhaling her scent.
“Then, I could give you a foot massage, get you that brand of wine you like so much.” He rasps, his southern accent coming out stronger this time.
Move his lips down to her spine, “How’s that for an idea?” He whispers, keeping his warm hand flat over her stomach.
Cassie shakes her head and gasps as Dean grabs her ass before pressing a kiss on it. He stands immediately, leaning his hip against the counter.
“I’m not opposed to that idea honestly, and my feet could do with a massage.” She leans closer to him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Plus, I love when you massage me, it makes me feel lighter.” The two go quiet, admiring every detail about each other.
Dean’s discolored denim jeans he loves too much nowadays, Cassie’s eyes, and how brown they get whenever the sun reflects on them. Whenever Cassie gets slightly nervous she immediately starts playing with her wedding ring. The ridges of each stone pressed against her fingertip, reminding her of all the old jewelry Dean used to make her.
He wondered at night if Cassie was a goddess this entire time and in that case, he would be her first worshiper. In this lifetime and in the next, he would find his goddess and send her offerings that could never be replicated.
His love, undying, even the universe knows better than to pull him away from her.