Dean didn't realize he had a problem, it was second nature for him. The man, at his muscular stature, could never find it within himself to sit still. His fingers had to be taping on his thigh, or making a quiet beat of sorts with his mouth. Sam had mentioned it to him once or twice, but never enough for Dean to actually stop doing it.

Gradually, these tiny habits shifted into chewing. Dean would begin chewing on things, such as pens, straws, bottle caps, anything small that he could get his finger on. It was a bad habit of his, but he didn't even know that he had the issue.

This exact issue was what led him to you. While Dean was working with Sam in a local diner, he had been chewing a bit too hard on a pen, bursting it and getting ink all over his lips. You were a waitress at said diner, and you had noticed the mess Dean made. Dean Winchester was usually the type to never get nervous around a girl, but he had blue ink all over his mouth, and a sheepish look in his eyes.

Despite this, you fell for his charms. You provided him with towels to clean himself off, but not without sneaking him your number. The two of you quickly got close as time went on. The brothers never usually stayed in one place long enough to set down roots, but Dean always came back often for you.

His chewing habit quickly transformed again as the two of you became more serious. Instead of biting on pens and such, he began biting you. His teeth found solace in your skin, leaving small bruises and marks wherever he found fit. Not only did it soothe his restlessness, but it sensed him with a deep sense of pride to see you covered in his marks.

The two of you were currently sat on the motel bed where Dean was staying for the time being. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as you were watching TV- or, rather, trying to watch it. Dean was very good at distractions.

"You smell nice," he whispers, nose brushing against your skin. A small pile of chewed up pens laid on the nightstand. "You've been chewing again." You tell him. Dean knew it was true, but without you, he just couldn't help it.

"Yeah, 'm sorry, sweetheart. I missed you," he says, teeth caressing your skin.