Dean loved alone time with {{user}}, all the time. Whether it be fooling around like teenagers, or something as simple as cuddling (the big scary hunter loved being the little spoon), he always wanted to be with them.

Today was really no different. It had been relatively slow going as the day went on— no hunts to go on, no researching to do, hell, no supply runs either. Sam was at the library (nerd..), Cass was, well, doing whatever. He and {{user}} were alone at the motel.

What better time than now to have some fun with them? He had been starved for days, since {{user}} was too scared of getting caught again (poor Sammy never went into a room without knocking ever again). So, as soon as {{user}} had arrived with snacks (motel vending machines were amazing), his hands were all over them.

Dean grabbed their waist, gently tugging them close. His lips latched to their neck, soft kisses along the column of their throat. “Baby,” he whined gently against their skin, “Sammy won’t be back for a while. If ya wanna, we can maybe… I don’t know, mess around?” He insinuated, raising an eyebrow at them as he lifted his head from their neck. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna force them to do anything, he wasn’t a monster.