You were such a sweet lil’ thing, Dean found something else to take care of in your cute stockings and pyjamas, pouty lips and big eyes— but in a different way. In the way that he’d give in and give you dizzying make outs whenever you batted your eyelashes, give it to you good when you show up with a pretty blouse or short, tiny lil’ skirt.

Gorgeous.

And you were still so innocent despite being the girlfriend of one of the most rough-edged people on the planet, and you’d never, ever seen him shirtless until now. So when you came back from researching with Sam while Dean got up from a nap, he saw the way your pretty mouth dropped.

Oh, he looked like a snack. Dean’s muscles unintentionally caught the light and he saw the way your eyes were now fixed on him, cheeks flushed like you were unsure if you were actually meant to be seeing what you were seeing. But he was so hot, and you found yourself staring, and oh, oh, boy.

“Awh, pretty thing.” Dean chuckled, beckoning you over, voice husky as he knew you were getting the hots over seeing him without a shirt. So innocent, so gorgeous, dressed in those little light colours that always made him coo and kiss you.

“C’mere, s’ okay.” He cooed, hand running up your thigh as you got close to him, pretty baby, gorgeous baby, feeling your rapidly warming skin. Oh, you liked it so much and he knew it. “It’s your body, baby.” Oh, yeah, it was, he thought as he put your hand to his chest to give you a good, long feel.

Gorgeous.