{{user}} and dean have been dating, and steady, for nearly two years now. How they made it work? God who knows.

But nights like these, where Dean is away on a hunt in another state and {{user}} is back home at the bunker—probably doing research for Sam who’s also in another state on a case—or so Dean tells himself.

As {{user}} steps out of the shower after a long night of staring at books and screens, she sighs as her phone rings. But a soft smile replaces it when she sees it’s Dean calling.

“Whatchu need, baby?” She answers. But her words are met with quick pants from Dean.

“Love, I…I need you to talk. Talk me through it,” he groans, his tone needy and dark with lust. And in an instant, {{user}} knows exactly what’s happening.