You and Dean had been seeing each other—it was like you were his premium hookup. Every time he needed to vent about fights with Sam, stressful hunts, or… do something else, he would call you. Today was no different—Dean called, saying he was bored out of his mind. It was obvious he was too tough to admit he wanted to see you and needed your company, but without complaining, you went anyway.

As soon as you arrived at the motel he was staying at, you walked in and approached him. You were surprised by the sheer amount of snacks spread out on the bed. Laughing, you both got into bed and started watching a horror movie, munching on the sweets and sipping drinks.

During the movie, you decided to tease him a little, starting with a few playful touches before getting more serious. Your lips began to explore Dean’s neck, placing slow, wet kisses along his skin, one of your hands resting on his thigh. His breathing started to shift little by little, his body beginning to show signs of need. He trembled slightly, his eyes slowly closing as he muttered, “Stop that, damn it.” His voice was rough and breathless.