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[dontfearmebaby]

[Death founder herself in a small park, meant for families with children to play in. There was a slide, a jungle gym, swings, and a merry-go-round, and a two story, castle-looking place for children to play in, with a couple slides, a fireman's pole, and stairs going all through it. The Endless made her way over to the swingset, plopping her behind

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[pie_bitches]

[And Dean's just wandering around, as usual. This place is boring, and watching Sam read his way through the entire library was not something he particularly wanted to do, so he's walking out his frustration. He's actually wondering where Death went, and lo and behold, there she is, on a swing.

Dean grins, and makes his way over, hands stuffed in his coat pockets.]

Hey there, missy.

[dontfearmebaby]

[At that familiar deep tone, Death lifted her head, meeting his green gaze, a smile crossing her face, and she tried to ignore the blush that creeped over her cheeks.]

Well, hey there, yourself.

[pie_bitches]

[Dean chuckles at the blush; he's full of his usual swagger, now that certain events have taken place, and he's feeling very confident.]

How's things? [But he won't sit on a swing. She'll have to do a bit of convincing, for that.]

[dontfearmebaby]

[She smirks up at him, oh that charming devil.]

Things are...peachy keen. And yourself, sir?

[She replied, patting the seat next to her invitingly.]

[pie_bitches]

[Dean eyes the seat; he doesn't really want to sit there, so he stalls.]

I'm excellent, as usual. You shouldn't expect anything less.

[dontfearmebaby]

[She chuckled softly.]

Of course, I shouldn't have bothered to ask. Wanna have a seat? I'll give you a piece of candy?

[Did it come down to bribery? Yes. Food wins over Dean Winchester every time. Just matters on how much of what.]

[pie_bitches]

[Oh, bringing out the bribes, huh? Sneaky Death. Dean can't resist candy. He settles into the swing, looking a bit disgruntled.]

You trickster, you. [He grumbles half-heartedly.]

[dontfearmebaby]

[She giggles, a bright, sweet smile crossing her face as she reaches into her hoodie pocket, pulling out a golden foil wrapped toffee, holding it out to him.]

Knowing what makes you tick makes me a trickster? I don't believe it for a moment.

[pie_bitches]

[He takes the toffee and eats it, still slightly indignant, but he can't help the half-grin that sneaks onto his face when Death smiles.]

Nah, you're just a cheater. Just 'cause you're all knowing doesn't mean you'll always get me to do stuff. I sat down 'cause I wanted to, I'll have you know.

[He's teasing.]

[dontfearmebaby]

[She reaches up, pinching his cheek gently.]

You keep thinking that, tiger.

[pie_bitches]

Yeah, I will. [Dean replies, rolling his eyes. When she reaches up to pinch his cheek, he catches her hand and kisses the back of it. Aw, what a gentleman.

It's sort of ruined by the big smirk he has, though.]

[dontfearmebaby]

[A wide grin cracks across her features and she giggles. Using her free hand, she grabs the chain on his swing closest to her, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

[pie_bitches]

[He chuckles under his breath when she pulls him close and kisses the side of his mouth, and he decides, hey, what the hell, why not. He shifts the hand still holding hers and links their fingers, grinning, then gives her a proper kiss.

When he pulls away, he pushes off of the swing and pulls her up with him, holding her to his chest. Dean's grin only widens when he looks down at her.]

Never really liked swings. [He explains lazily.]

[dontfearmebaby]

[An approving, happy sound bubbles up in her throat as he kisses her, good and proper. She laughs when he pulls her up and against him.]

You don't need to gimme a reason, tiger. Swings aren't exactly ideal if you wanna get snuggly.

[pie_bitches]

Not unless you're a contortionist. Which, I gotta admit, has it's perks. [He teases, his arms wrapping around her waist and hands sliding to rest in the back pockets of her jeans.]

[dontfearmebaby]

Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not. Immortal, omniscient, and omnipresent, but not a contortionist.

[She gives him a puppy-eyed look to rival his brother's.]

You're not gonna run away now, are you?