Kissing. God you could never just get it right and hell, who would be the better person to ramble this on to than Dean… right?

You stormed into the library in the bunker, Dean being sat there leant back casually, one leg up against the table with his arm on his knee casually with his other hand holding a book, probably researching on whatever case

Dean’s head raised up as he watched you storm into the room, the book he was holding falling onto his lap with a soft thud as he looks at you with an expression as if to say “what is it now” but before he could start speaking, you rambled on

You rambled about no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t be a good kisser. Every technique you tried- just never worked out and it didn’t help how you had nothing to practice on apart from embarrassingly, your own hand. But you’d never tell Dean that.

He sighed, feeling sympathetic for you but he wouldn’t show it too well. Hell, Dean Winchester couldn’t.

“Come here sweetheart, take a seat.”

his familiar, rather sexy voice rung out and your heart skipped a beat. What the hell did he have in mind?