Dean strode out of the bar with April in his arms, he loved her being so close to him. She was petite and easily could be held in his strong arms.
He looked down when he felt her drawing patterns on his chest with her elegant fingers, just like a feather so light and delicate yet it touched his heart and made him smile.
"Your heart is beating really fast is it okay?" April looked up at Dean asking. Her high emerald eyes sparkled in the night.
"Your listening to my heart?" Dean was amused by her drunk honesty.
"Yep it was soothing but now it's beating really fast." April leaned in closer to listen again.
Dean laughed and answered, "It beats like that when you are around you dork."
"I am not a dork," April replied with her eyebrows all scrunched up.
"Correction... You are my dork." Dean thought she was adorable.
