𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Steam follows you out of the bathroom as you walk back to your bedroom with your hand fidgeting with the towel to keep it on your body, your legs a little shaky from last nights activities.

As you walk back into your bedroom, you saw the very familiar back belonging to Dean Winchester peaking out of your sheets.

’God, why can’t he just stay away?’ you think to yourself, watching the man sleep for a few seconds. ‘A woman can only have so much self control.’

You and Dean haven’t officially dated since right after highschool. Yet everytime he shows back up in your life for no apparent reason, you can only hold out for so long before he’s back in your bed. You hate that you can’t say no to him. You hate that you can’t stop loving him no matter how long you go no contact with him for.

The sound of sheets moving pulls you out of your daze and you quickly tore your eyes from Dean, opening a random drawer on your dresser to make it look like you weren’t staring at him.

“Where were you?” His deep, groggy voice full of sleep filled your ears as he rolled onto his back, looking at you in your towel.

“Showering.” You responded dryly

“Come back to bed.” His voice was more gentle than normal. The voice he only has with you.

“I can’t. I have stuff to do today.” You turned to face him

“Not even for five minutes?”

“No.” There was a visibly distant expression on your face, telling him everything he needed to know.

Dean stared at you for a moment before nodding slowly, unable to hide the disappointment on his face. “Right. Sorry, i forgot the pattern.” He sits up, leaning against the headboard and folding his arms across his chest. “This is the part where you ignore my calls and stop talking to me for eight months.”