Dean sat in the guest bedroom at Bobbys. He was staying there for the week while Bobby took a case with Rufus because Bobby didn’t want you alone at the house even though your a grown woman.. sorta i mean nineteen is grown.

Dean though was older is all Bobby argued, Older, stronger and would keep you safe. So Dean stayed. Sure Dean mostly stayed because he had a thing for you but also because you were Bobbys daughter and Bobby asked. Besides its not like anything would happen between the two of you, he was twenty seven and you were nineteen.

Dean tried to convince himself he felt nothing but then you blabbered on about your stupid date tonight and gosh he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt.. He faked nonchalance though. That was until you came into his room four hours before your date looking hot as ever, and asking him for kissing lessons.

Of all the things you could’ve asked you chose kissing. He stared at you for a moment in shock before smirking faking his usual care free attitude though his heart skipped a beat. “you want kissing lessons huh? what never kissed a guy? i find that hard to believe considering how attractive you are.”

He listened to you ramble and beg for his help before agreeing, he got you to stand in-front of him before moving his hand to hold the side of your neck his eyes fixed on your lips. He wanted nothing more than to lift you up, slam you down onto the bed and take his time with you but he held back cracking a little sarcasm. “you at-least know a little bit about kissing you’re not gonna bite me right?”