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Fulfilling His Fantasy

Summary: Dean visits his lover (Reader) on his birthday and she offers him a bedroom wish. Dean, selfish man that he is, wants her blindfolded and mindless with pleasure for the rest of the night. ;) Characters: Dean x Reader Word Count: 4,714 (sorry, not sorry) Warnings: NSFW Smut. Nothing but smut. Blindfolding, oral, fingering, dirty talk…smut. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Author’s Note: This was written as a response to a giveaway challenge for @iwantthedean ’s 2000 follower celebration (congrats!) in which I asked for a song to write a Dean x Reader fic. I was given “His Hands” by Jennifer Nettles, a country song that talks about domestic abuse….which I couldn’t really force myself to write Dean doing. So I focused on the first verse and the chorus which has nothing to do with the abuse in the song. Sue me. That part of the song is about their meeting and then a sensory (and sensual) description of him….that I could work with. Sensory descriptions focusing on touch and hearing? Let’s take away the sense of sight with a blindfold….ta da! Smutty fic! Enjoy. (Psst: check out my other fics!) Tags: Special thanks to Sofie ( @deliciouslyshadowymilkshake ) and Mimi (@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog )for the help when I got stuck. Other supportive friends and awesome blogs are: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @bringmesomepie56, @deandoesthingstome, @scorpiongirl1, @xsalvachesterx, @salvachester, @fandommaniacx , @spnfanficpond, @faith-in-dean, @withoutaplease, @kittenofdoomage, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @mrsjohnsmith, @jencharlan, @ilostmyshoe-79, @rizlowwritessortof, @katnharper, @lipstickandwhiskey, @deanscherrypie

“Yeah, I’m free. I’ll see you tonight Dean.”

You hung up first, mind already whirling ahead to what you needed to get done before he showed up at your door—shower and shave were obviously a top priority, but a bit of cleaning around the house wouldn’t go amiss either.

You set the bath water running with your favorite bubble bath and did a quick clean up of your bedroom, hall, bathroom, and kitchen—the only four areas you two would probably use for the night or two that Dean was likely to be in town. He never stayed long.

You set the timer as you climbed into the tub, making sure to leave enough time for a shower, then let your mind wander back to remember that day when he walked up to you at the bar…

“Rough day?”

You raised your eyes from the whiskey tumbler in your hand to look at the man who had just invited himself into the seat next to you. Everyone else at the bar had easily picked up on your “leave me the hell alone” vibe but either this one was too stupid or too horny to let that discourage him.

“Isn’t that the bartender’s line?” You injected enough venom into your voice that he would hopefully take the hint.

It didn’t really matter that he was easily the hottest guy here. You were in pain. You wanted to get drunk. And you wanted to go home alone at the end of it.

“Maybe. But he seemed a bit too intimidated, so I figured I’d sack up and take on the job.”

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Not Broken, Just Bent

Summary: Dean knows there is something wrong with his relationship with you, and decides to find out what it is in the hopes that he can fix it. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,150 Warnings: None really. Christmas angst and fluff combo…mostly fluff. I tried to make it close to canon characteristically for Dean and close to real life with relationships. They have an intimate relationship which gets referenced but nothing more than kissing and snuggling happens here, so SFW. Author’s Note: This was a combination piece—I wanted to tie in @atc74‘s wonderful duet challenge (a celebration for her reaching 115 followers, though I understand she has since gained many more and with great reason) with @avasmommy224’s Christmas Fun challenge that celebrated her reaching her first 500 (I say first because I know she’ll have double that before she can blink). Both of these ladies run fantastic spn writing blogs and you should go follow them immediately. Anywho, my prompts were the song “Just Give Me a Reason” by P!nk ft. Nate Ruess (I switched the parts—P!nk’s pieces are Dean’s in the fic below and Nate’s are the female reader’s), the gif below, and the word “Snuggles” which was her prompt for today: Christmas Eve. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is FABULOUS!

“Babe?”

Dean stretched, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his eyes crinkled in confusion and sleepiness.

He was in your house but you weren’t beside him. Again.

He wasn’t a complete idiot. He could tell something had been bothering you, the way you tossed at night. You had always talked in your sleep and lately…well, he knew something was coming.

A part of him expected this. Hell, a part of him figured he deserved it, because he sure as hell didn’t deserve you.

He sat up, moving the blanket aside and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. It was Christmas and he had left Sam at the bunker, driving to your place because he’d needed to see you again. Dean felt like he needed you constantly—from the start you were a thief who had stolen his heart.

And he’d given it willingly.

He’d met you on a case—one of those where he’d had no choice but to tell you the truth in order to save your life. And, unlike most people who were faced with the supernatural without having been raised in it, you had accepted it. You hadn’t wanted to rush in, join the hunt and face the life…but you hadn’t dismissed him as crazy. You had been…kind. Understanding. Dean felt accepted, even when you saw the parts that weren’t all that pretty: the things he had to do, the parts that were just pain, suffering, and sacrifice.

You didn’t flinch away.

He’d never known how much he had needed that until he met you. It was…healing, almost.

And now….

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Snow Angels

Summary: Reader is enjoying the winter season and teaches Castiel about snow angels. Pairing: Castiel x Female Reader Word Count: 1,185 (it’s tiny and cute) Warnings: Absolutely none. This is pure fluff. Enjoy. Author’s Note: The idea for this cute little drabble popped in my head this morning and wouldn’t shut up until I took the hour to write and post it. It’s my first Castiel x Reader piece, and it’s so fluffy I might overload on cuteness. I was going to wait until December to post it, since that’s the setting, but what the hell. I’m proud of it, and I hope you like it. I know Cas isn’t before the Read More link…I promise it really is a Cas x Reader drabble!

“You boys are kidding me, right?”

You let the bunker door slam shut behind you and started peeling off your gloves as you walked down the metal staircase.

Dean, wearing his bathrobe and boxers and sporting a nice case of bedhead, merely grunted without looking up from his coffee. He wasn’t exactly what you would call a morning person.

Sam was holding two separate books open with one hand, the other hovering over the keyboard of his laptop, but he at least looked up to note the flush of warmth in your cheeks, the moisture in your hair from melting snowflakes.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“What’s up is that you two are missing a beautiful snowfall outside. C'mon, guys, it’s December. Christmas, holly, any of this ringing any sleigh bells for ya?”

Your voice was incredulous. I mean, sure, they had regaled you with their story of the pagen-gods-Christmas year, but that was ages ago. Surely they were over it by now…

“Pass.” Dean’s voice implied that was a no.

You pulled out a seat and unbuttoned your jacket. They kept it warm in here, despite the onset of winter. Amazing what technologies those old Men of Letters had built into this place.

Sam had gone back to his web browser.

Dean sipped on his coffee.

Desperate times, you thought, “The snow’s not really sticking enough to make a decent snowman, but I had an idea.” Dean looked at you without any interest. “I challenge both of you to a snowball fight of epic proportions. Winner gets to pick the next Netflix marathon show.”

Both boys turned back to their work, radiating disinterest.

You tutted out loud, “I never thought I’d see the day that the Winchesters were afraid of being beaten by a girl.”

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Angel’s Christmas Drabbles Masterpost

Happy holidays to everyone!!

As a Christmas gift to everyone and an attempt to break out of an obsessive and wordy writing habit, I’m posting a collection of SPN Christmas drabbles throughout the month of December upon request.

Requests are closed now, sorry!

Below the read more I will post a link to each fic as I go through this writing celebration. This post can also be found at the bottom of My Masterlist where there are links to all celebrations like this where I write a collection of fics at one time.

Happy reading and remember: the best gift a writer can get is feedback on a fic.

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Angel’s Christmas Drabbles Masterpost

Happy holidays to everyone!!

Requests are closed now, sorry!

Happy reading and remember: the best gift a writer can get is feedback on a fic.

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finally someone who speaks english!

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Apple Pie Addiction

Summary: Reader is a baker who makes a great apple pie. Dean is anxious to try all of her goods. One Shot. Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester Word Count: 4,400 Warnings: Delicious smut ahead. N(even remotely)SFW. Explicit sex, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving)….it’s mostly just smut. Author’s Note: This smutty piece of work is a response to @supernatural-jackles’s Colors of Fall Writing Challenge in which I picked Dean Winchester and Apple Pie….I’m glad to finally be able to join the ranks of those who’ve written a smutty piece including his favorite food. I’ll admit that it was fun to get back to my original type of fic—detailed Dean smut one shots. Hope you guys enjoy this and check out my masterlist. As always, I’d love any feedback you want to give! Tags: My forevers are beneath the cut, but a special shout out to those who voted for me to do this fic next: @charred-angelwings, @charliebradbury1104, @demondeansdomme, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @avasmommy224, @dancingalone21, @salvachester, @katnharper, @lilyleely, and @deandoesthingstome. Hope you guys are satisfied with your choice!

You loved autumn.

There was just something about it—the leaves changing colors, the pumpkins on front porches, some of them carved some not, the indulgence of your daily hot chocolate finally not seeming that weird to everyone as the temperature started to drop.

You loved the harvest season, which in Washington state meant that the apples were at their peak and everywhere you turned. You loved the Halloween decorations put up by the local kids, and the preparations for the winter holidays.

But mostly, there was something in the brisk air, something intangible but pleasant that greeted you like an old friend each time you stepped out of your bakery into a fall day. You could never get enough of it.

The bell over the door tinkled signaling a customer and you glanced up to find a giant of a man with long chestnut locks juggling the door, some bags of groceries from the corner market, and a phone at his ear.

“No, Dean, I’m not going to forget the pie….I’m at the bakery right now….would you just?…Yes….Maybe twenty minutes?…Yeah, see you then.”

He hung up, letting out a sigh of exasperation that you couldn’t help smiling at.

“Boyfriend?” You asked, ready to commiserate with the handsome stranger.

“What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, then he glanced at his phone, “oh, no, that was my brother. He’s a bit of a pie addict.”

You favored him with a knowing nod, “ah, and he’s looking to you to bring back his next fix. Any kind of pie in particular?”

“Oh, I should have asked….It doesn’t really matter, the guy’ll eat just about anything.”

“Well, why don’t you pick your favorite then; that way you can both enjoy it?” Your tone was reasoning as he looked over your selection in the counter.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a big dessert fan.” Well, there went any attraction he had going for him. “What do you recommend?”

You raised an eyebrow and went to your oven rack. “I’ve got a pumpkin pie, a pecan pie—both of those are pretty good, but if you aren’t opposed to the tried and true, I make a mean apple pie, and we’ve had a great crop this year.”

His smile was charming. “Apple it is then.”

You bagged it up for him, and he paid you in cash. When he went to pick it up from the counter you stopped him with a gesture and a smile.

“Don’t let your brother hog the whole thing—try at least one piece for yourself, okay?”

“Will do,” he sent another smile your way, but it was one of those polite, my-mind-is-on-other-things, smiles. With that, he walked out of the door and you went back to prepping a birthday cake order for tomorrow.

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Retaliation

Summary: Dean has taken harmless touching and teasing a bit too far. You repay the favor. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2,110 Warnings: PWP, NSFW. Fingering, blow job, dirty talk, fun stuff like that. :D Author’s Note: So… I’m supposed to be writing and posting a long-promised Sam x Reader smutty fic, but while I was trying to write that, this popped into my head. I’m sorry (not really), and I hope you’ll forgive me.

It had started innocently enough.

In the middle of a case, when the two of you couldn’t really indulge as much as you wanted to, you and Dean would trade teasing touches, the occasional kiss when no one was looking.

That was the sort of thing all couples did, right?

No harm done.

Lately though, Dean had been upping the game… and you, the competitive sort, had responded in kind.

What had once been a brush on the side of your breast had become a full-on rub-and-tug on your nipple. Standing behind you in a room watching a surveillance video used to mean he would cup your ass—now, he would pull you back until you were snug against his chest and hips, feeling every bit of him as he would lean down and nibble and suck at your neck.

Who could blame a girl for getting worked up about that?

So your brief kisses involved a little tongue or teeth now, and your accidental brushes along the front of his jeans had recently included curving your hand and rubbing for a moment.

And if you were both horny a lot more during your cases, which led to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as you got back to your own room in the bunker, you weren’t going to complain.

After all, he’d started it.

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“So,” said Claire, looking pathologically unimpressed, “you’re God.”

“Um,” said Chuck. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Fine,” said Claire. Then she punched him in the face.

God stared at her, looking wounded and watery-eyed with his hands clutched over his nose.

“That’s for menstruation,” she said.

“I hate meeting my characters,” said God forlornly.

“Well, I didn’t like Hell,” said Dean. “Tough shit, cupcake.”

“Please don’t call my father cupcake, Dean,” said Castiel, in such a dutiful monotone that it meant “Please, Dean, call him all the names you like.”

Dean patted his shoulder. “You’re just mad Claire got to punch him first.”

“No, no, he’s got a point,” said Sam, wide-eyed and innocent. “I mean, if we call him ‘Chuck Shurley’ we could probably get stoned, right? So we have to think of something to call him.”

God looked slightly panicked. “I have an alias already! There’s nothing wrong with Carver Edl—“

“Yeah, no,” said Claire. “How about ‘father of cramps and vomiting’?.”

“Look, Fallopian tubes are complicated, okay!” wailed Chuck.

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Over the last couple of weeks, I binged a big chunk of your masterlist, and I wanted to thank you for all your hard work. ❤️

Aww, thanks Nonny! :)

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Feeling Fragile

Sometimes it feels like my skin is a shell.

My clothes are a suit of armor.

The smiles I wear nothing but a thin veneer.

Today, my costume feels fragile. As if it would tear off and reveal something else.

Something sad, and alone, and tired. Something worn down and cracked, ready to shatter.

The shell is still intact. The armor does it’s job. My facade is in place, shining out for the world to see.

But inside, I tremble, lest someone see beneath.

I’m feeling fragile today.

Breakable, vulnerable, and oh-so-frail.

And I wish that I were strong enough to pull the mask aside, to let the stress and tears show.

I’m not there yet. And though I’m still standing, my legs are shaking.

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Why is being tired and ready to sleep until the moment you get in your bed and turn out the lights a thing?

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Dirty Words in Dean’s Ear

Pairing: Dean x Reader Words: 1730 Prompts: This gif and, “Dean thinks your Hella innocent but you say something really dirty?” Warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation, slight in public kink, kinda phone sex? NSFW. Author’s Note: This was my first attempt at this type of sexy talk, and I would love any feedback you could give. :D Thanks to @carry-on-ms-believer for the prompts and for participating in my 1k Follower celebration!

Dean had always looked at you like a nerdy little sister.

Well—that’s not really right. You had seen how close he was with Sam, and he didn’t open up that much to you. You got the impression that it was a defense mechanism, and from what you’d read of the Edlund books, maybe he was smart to keep people at a distance.

You had met up with the Winchesters through some information that Frank had left behind. After the whole Leviathian thing, Sam had found your number amidst some junk in the Impala’s trunk that Dean had been carrying around.

Long story short, you had kept tabs on the Supernatural world for years before you met the Winchesters. Once you met Sam, reeling from the loss of his brother, you supported his decision to leave the life, promising to let him know if you got wind of Dean’s return or if anything really serious was going down that needed a Winchester to mop it up.

Then one day, out of the blue, Sam and Dean showed up on your doorstep. Once you had them do enough tests that you were convinced they were really themselves, you had agreed to help them on a hunt, one they needed a bit of tech assistance on—a tricky alarm system on a building and some computer hacking later and you were one of their short list of trusted contacts.

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Writers going psspsspssp to their brains trying to lure them into writing

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Team Free Will ► If I could tell their story in one song.

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A Theory

Author’s Note: This is part of my 2.5k Follower Drabble Celebration. Followers picked prompts, (listed below as the summary) and this was one of the results. See the rest of them HERE. Requested by: @babypieandwhiskey ages ago. Sorry. Summary/Prompts: smutty, someone in the fic is convinced that a wild theory is correct, and “Well… that was…. Where did that come from?” Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,666 Warnings: Smut. Semi-public sex. Extremely NSFW. Enjoy. :)

You exited the only bathroom stall and turned on the faucet to wash your hands, hoping that soon Dean would tire of this bar and you, he, and Sam could head back to the bunker.

Not that you minded the location, or even the company. Rory and Mickey were pretty good friends and decent hunters, and it was rare that they were in town in between hunts and could catch up with you and the Winchesters. The pool hall and pub that you had gathered at saw its fair share of civilians and hunters alike looking to unwind-- the place was clean, the beer was cold, and the music was good 9 nights out 10.

No real complaints, but it wasn’t really where you wanted to be right now. Especially since Dean kept throwing those hot, hungry looks at you every time you took a swig of your beer and made eye contact with him.

He knew what that did to you, damn it.

You’d had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool off a bit, and now here you were, hoping that he’d wrapped up his conversation so you could take him home and rip his clothes off.

It took you back to being a hormone-crazed teenager sometimes, and it would be enough to make you feel desperate, if he didn’t act just as eager to be with you.

You sighed, resigning yourself to at least another hour of reminiscing about various hunts and pulled open the door.

Only to find Dean Winchester standing in the narrow hallway on the other side.

Damn, the man couldn’t be any hotter. “Dean? What’s—”

You didn’t have a chance to complete the thought before his hands were on your sides, gripping you tightly and guiding you as he backed you into the bathroom again, his mouth descending toward yours, his look alight with hunger before you both closed your eyes to give into the kiss.

And what a kiss.

There was no slow and gentle manipulation of lips and tongue, no sweet seduction. Dean was on a mission and his tongue thrusting into your mouth, his hips insistant against yours, his hands now beneath your shirts and sliding up to cover your breasts through your bra made it clear what his goal was.

It took you about 3 seconds to get over your shock, and half that to be fully onboard with the task. Dear Chuck, he was so hot and hard, his taste in your mouth incredible, even after the months you had been together. You broke the kiss to groan and gasp for air while his nimble fingers released the clasps of your bra. He pulled the fabric aside while those hungry lips recaptured yours.

You were pinned against the high sink countertop now, his hands cupping your breasts, fingers pulling and pinching at your nipples while you arched your back toward him. It was like there was a trail of heat straight from your tips to your core and every tug he gave just made you squirm against him more, the rough fabric of both of your jeans not nearly the friction you needed at this moment.

You broke apart to breathe again, your hands quickly going to his belt to claw at the strip of leather. You stilled for a moment when you heard a roar of laughter from beyond the bathroom door. You were in public, what were you both thinking? What if someone came in? What if someone heard you?

Then you looked up into Dean’s green eyes and your hesitation vanished. Fuck it.

“Lock the door.” Your voice was raspy with desire, almost a pant and Dean smiled your favorite grin before backing up to follow your orders. If his kisses, touches, and the idea of what you and he were about to do weren’t enough to make your panties wet, that smile of his would have done the trick.

You qucikly undid and lowered your jeans and your panties at the same time as Dean strode across the short space, his own hands working on his belt and jeans. He reached you and you helped him finish the job. When you stood up again he grabbed your shirt, quickly pulling it off over your head and dropping it before grabbing your hips and lifting you onto the counter.

The cold porcelain of the sink edge under your ass was enough to make you wince, breaking the mood for a split second. Then his mouth was on yours again, the heat from his body seemed to wash over you as he stepped between your legs, his hands hungrily pushing away your dangling bra to return to your sensitive tits.

Your own fingers gripped tightly into his hair as he moved from your lips down to your chest, his breath hot on your skin, his teeth and tongue demanding, insistent even. It was if he was starving and you were his last chance at a meal.

“Dean, I can’t…fuck, that feels…” he switched from one pebbled nipple to the other, sucking hard, and your hips involuntarily jutted towards his heat, your legs wrapped around his fine ass as you dragged him closer to where you need him to be.

He groaned at your enthusiasm, breaking himself away and pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. His voice was a husky whisper that made you shiver as you felt the roughness of scruff against your jaw.

“Damn, sweetheart, what you do to me. Are you ready for me?”

Not waiting for an answer, Dean’s calloused fingers probed your entrance, dipping inside and stroking your clit making you moan loudly.

“Shh baby, you don’t want to get caught do you? Fuck, you’re soaking wet Y/N.” he pushed another finger inside, collecting your arousal before reaching down to stroke himself. He ws fully erect and you knew this was going to be fast and hot.

“Dean, now. I want you now.” You dug your fingernails into his back through the shirt he still inexpicably had on to punctuate your meaning, pulling him even closer as he lined himself up. He slid his way slowly past your lips, his cock filling you up deliciously, rubbing your walls as he pushed in as deep as he could.

You had a fleeting moment of gratitude for your IUD because feeling his warmth, his bare skin incased inside you was just so much more intense this way.

“Holy fuck, Y/N…you’re so hot…and wet…fuuuckk.” Dean stopped his slow pressure and pulled back before slamming forward again. You groaned loudly at the sensation and his words, completely forgetting the need to be quiet until Dean’s mouth landed on yours again, his tongue pressing inside.

His hands gripped your ass, holding you steady as he thrust into you roughly, his rhythm fast and powerful as you rocked into him each time. Your mouths parted, panting as he picked up the pace.

“Cum for me baby. I want to feel you grip tight around my dick. That’s it.” One of his hands was back in between us now, his thumb pressing on your clit and rubbing hard, adding to your pleasure as you felt him tense. Dean wasn’t the only one who was close. You leaned your head forward, pulling him closer as you gripped him tight, muffling your mouth against his shoulder as you felt your climax nearing. You had to be quiet. You could still hear the noise from the bar on the other side of the door.

“Deaaan…”

His thrusts got even harder, faster at your call as your legs fell, trembling to the side and you threw yourself off of your peak.

“That’s it, baby, yes….damn…” He pushed into you once, twice more before burrying his face in your hair and shuddering as he found his own release deep inside of you.

You both held on to each other, lslowly coming back to earth. Dean ran his hands across your back, stroking you soothingly.

“You okay, Y/N?”

You chuckled a bit and nodded, leaning back to look him in the eyes. “Well… that was…. Where did that come from?” Your voice was out of breath and clearly happy which made Dean give his trademark smirk.

“Well, first of all, you are far too damn hot, Y/N, so it’your fault I can’t keep my hands to myself. But also, I’d had a theory for a while now that I’d wanted to test out.” His lips came to your neck, leaving little butterfly kisses as he worked his way back to your mouth before giving you a nice slow kiss that tasted of happiness and desire.

He leaned back again, smiling before sliding out of you and starting the process of cleaning you both up.

“ A theory?”

“Uh huh. I had the thought that you might get turned on at the idea of getting caught, and once that was in my head….”

You laughed, swatting him before getting off the counter and cleaning up yourself. You sorted out and pulled on your clothes, kicking Dean’s jeans and boxers over to him.

While you finished getting dressed, your body still loose and tired from the pleasure he had given you, you tried to think of how you could get him back for this.

Once you were both dressed and suitable enough to go back to your friends, you leaned against his chest and lifted your chin. He took the hint and lowered his head to kiss you again.

“Not a bad theory, that one.” You whisper and smile, then unlock the door. “I’ve got a theory about you too. I’ll show you when we get home if you like.” You raised an eyebrow, licked your lips ever so slightly, then turned and walked out of the bathroom while Dean stood stunned behind you.

You had a feeling that your handsome hunter wouldn’t want to hang out at the bar for too much longer tonight.

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