Oh was this going to be a fun one to explain.

One night, you ended up with Dean Winchester in bed. Dean. Winchester. Not his brother, which is your boyfriend, him. The both of you weren’t even drunk, plus it was in broad daylight. One moment you two were talking about your amazing relationship with Sam, then the next he was moving hips with yours. And God you feel so wrong for it, Sam was so sweet but you couldn’t stop yourself, Dean was too goddamn good. His hands trailing all over you in seconds, his well-built body pressed against yours, his lips latched on to your neck, it was all too good.. but when you woke up the next day, you had regret, you didn’t want to hurt Sam. And when Dean was distracting you, god, it was working.

His mouth was latched on to yours, hands gripping your hips, tongue slipping into your mouth, all those soft and sexy groans coming out his mouth.. you needed more, and thinking about Sam wasn’t going to stop you this time. “Fuck sweetheart..” He groaned which made you let out a shiver, this was gonna be a fun time.