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I heard the music blasting all the way from the living area and I made my way downstairs with a furrowed brow, curious as to what Dean was doing while Sam was gone. I walked in on him dancing around the room, pretending to hold an invisible microphone.
“I’ve got sunshine…on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside...I’ve got the month of May…”
Dean’s voice was truly exquisite; it was the first time I’d ever heard it and I’d never heard anything like it in my entire life. His lithe frame swayed with the tune.
“I guess you’d say...what can make me feel this way? My girl...talkin’ bout my girl...”
He turned around and the next verse slipped from his lips when he saw me watching him. His eyes widened and a blush spread over his cheeks.
“Continue, Dean. Please. I enjoy it,” I said with a smile, hoping he’d continue.
By this time, the musical interlude was playing, and Dean walked towards me, wrapping one arm around my waist and grabbing my hand with his. I laughed and placed my free arm over his, letting him lead me around the room.
“I don’t need no money...fortune or fame. I’ve got all the riches, baby...one man can claim….”
I couldn’t help but smile as Dean sang, his lips pressed my ear as he moved his body closer to mine. We were pressed together as he finished the song, our bodies moving in tandem. My forehead was pressed against his neck and I could feel his breath tickling my ear as he sang.
“I’ve even got the month of May with my girl. Talkin’ bout, talkin’ bout, talkin’ bout, my girl…”
The record continued spinning and we continued to move as the next song came on. Dean pulled back, as did I, and we looked at each other for a moment before he pressed his lips to mine.
“You breathe a word of this to Sam and I swear, babe, you are dead. I don’t care how much of the month of May you bring me.”
I merely laughed, making no promises, as I pressed my lips to Dean’s once more.