you and dean were in the motel room researching for a case. sam was off following a lead. so far the silence has been comfortable when dean broke it. he looked up, speaking, his eyes trained on the newspaper in his hand. "it says here that..."

you tried to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth, really, you did. but you just couldn't. your gaze were fixed on his lips... his plump, pink, kissable lips.