Dean’s leather jacket. You loved it, you loved the smell, how it looked on him, everything. You wanted it. So when you found it hanging over the back of a chair, you had a playful idea in mind. You slipped it on, laughing at how ridiculously big it looked on you. You felt the cool leather against your skin as you went to find Dean. When your eyes locked, he put his book down he was reading, sitting up and manspreading to adjust

“Damn sweetheart…what are you doing?”

His eyes raked over you