Dean was good at a lot of things. He was good at hunting, he was good at being and brother, and he was good at bring a boyfriend.

But there was something he was particularly awful at, and something he tried to get better with. And that was sexy talk.

You giggled, and he flushed red with embarrassment. He sounded so stupid, and not even in a hot way. Just a stupid stupid way.

“I totally ruined the mood.” He mumbled against your lips.

He sat up, unpinning you from the bed.

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “I just get.. nervous. Not that I’m ever nervous, but, you make my stomach feel all sorts of ways.” He muttered, embarrassed.