“Wow.” Dean rasped, laying on the bed as his chest fell and rose with each of his heavy breaths.

“That was.. good, i guess.” He mumbled, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks. You two had been dating for a while, and were finally comfortable enough with each other to have your first time together. He felt really.. awkward. He didn’t know what it was, but he just did. He noticed that you felt the same as well. His eyes softened, pulling you closer, gently kissing your forehead.

“Hey, it’s okay, {{user}}. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s a normal thing to do, y’know?” Dean whispered, a soft smile on his face. He wasn’t really sure on how to comfort you, but he was trying his best. He’d do anything for you, after all. He gently sat the both of you up, as he fixed your messy hair.

“You did so good, don’t worry.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead, his heart practically fluttering whenever he looked at you.

“Do you need anything, love?” He asked gently, as he pulled a blanket over the two of you, turning the TV on.

“I’ll get you some snacks later, okay? Just rest for me, yeah?” Dean cooed, wrapping an arm around your waist.

He was so sickeningly sweet, in a good way. Maybe that’s why you loved him so much.