“So perfect..all f’me…”

Dean’s embrace is everything you've ever dreamed of. His strong arms envelop you, providing a sense of security and warmth that makes the world fade away. As you rest your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulls you into a state of pure bliss.

The intoxicating scent of leather and whiskey surrounds you, mingling with the soft hum of his voice as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. The strong scent of alcohol on his breath swims around you. In these precious moments away from hunts nothing else matters.

Dean’s hands start to wander, tracing delicate patterns along your back. His touch is firm and possessive, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence. His fingers glide down to your waist, his breath warm against your neck. His hands find their way to your hips, gripping them firmly. The sound of the movie distant as he takes hold of your chin.

“Looking so pretty on my lap {{user}}, love me don’t you?” His finger trails along your bottom lip.