"Dancing into Love" One Shot
Word Count: 1053
Summary: Imagine Sam finding you reading in the bunker and asking you to slow dance.
A/N: Song referenced is “Magic” by Coldplay
I sat sideways in one of the oversized leather chairs, my legs hung over one of the arms, a book open in my lap. I was in one of the study rooms in the bunker, a smaller one with a fireplace. Sam and Dean had touched so little in the bunker since being here. It was a cold, metallic place, all hard lines and earth tones. I loved it, I really did; it had finally begun to feel like home. But I told them I needed one room that was warm and cozy, one room for myself. Walking into it, it didn’t look like much; a small fireplace took up the corner opposite the door, heat from the fire pouring into the room. Two large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves held all of my favorite titles, one to the right of fireplace and one to the far left. A large area rug took up most of the floor, and on it sat my worn leather chairs. In between the fireplace and the left bookshelf sat a small stained glass window that cast prisms across the floor on a sunny today.