From the moment he put them on, he felt like a grandpa. Sure, he didn’t have to squint his eyes anymore while trying to read literally anything that was in front of his eyes, but it was enough to bruise his ego a little.

Now whenever he was out on a hunt, he had to worry about them falling off his nose, although he did manage to lose a few pairs already. You were scolding him for that but did he listen? Not really.

He acted as if wearing glasses was the end of the world for him. He kept complaining and sometimes you wondered that maybe he didn’t lose his previous pairs on accident. You tried your best to show him that it didn’t change anything and that you still found him attractive but he was acting like a damn mule — nothing new.

And today was no different.

You were watching a movie, but it didn’t really catch your attention. Instead, you were stealing glances at Dean and how he looked in his glasses, the black colour nicely framing his features. So soon enough, you crawled into his lap, placing your weight on his body as you straddled his thighs. He looked at you in surprise, his eyes slightly widening.

“What about the movie?” He asked, pointing at the TV behind, but you had different plans. You cupped his face and crashed your lips on his in a heated kiss that he quickly returned.

He reached with his hand to take his glasses off, however, you stopped him immediately. You grabbed his wrist and pulled away, giving him a stern glare.

“Glasses stay on,” that was enough to make his eyes go wide, but then it was replaced with his cocky smirk.

“Yes, ma’am,” he hummed and pulled you in for a kiss filled with hunger.