“Shh..shh,” he hushed, whispering the soft words against your lips when you had made a sudden, certain sound that could be heard through the night.

Sure, Dean might be asleep right down stairs and Bobby up in his own room in the house, but you and Sam had quietly snuck off into one of the spare bedrooms, finally able to get some well needed play in for the both of you.

His warm, tan palms would tease right by the hem of your shirt, grazing your stomach and she pushed it up to expose the skin to the cold, cooled air of the house.

He looked over your body, hunching his head down start to kiss down the hollow of your throat, his lips warm against the softness of your vulnerable skin there.

“Mm,” he mocked, copying your little whimper out of just the sheer want of seeing you start to get embarrassed from how loud you could get.

A dark chuckle left his lips, finding it funny as you tried your best to pipe down after his little imitation of you just now. His right hand would find your neck, squeezing slightly as his lips moved to your own again.