natl kiss day 

it’s no SURPRISE that last night was a FESTERING mess of BOOZE and MISTAKES; even RAY CHARLES could see, and POINT OUT, the turning point, however, the AMBIGUOUS kiss, at the end of the night, that either signaled the DECLINE of their friendship, or the BLOOM of something new between them. nevertheless, they’re on ANOTHER case again; it’s a NEW day- hunters aren’t the ones to sit, and to let TROUBLE come looking for them, no, they’re on the HIGHWAY in a chevy 67. and it’s a BEAUTIFUL day to be zooming past the beautiful GREEN scenery of the OPEN GRASSLANDS; it’s LOVELY to hear the WIND and the SHRUBBERY harmonize through the open window on his LEFT, as the RAYS OF SUN peek over the horizon, signaling their EXIT for the day. but the UGLY aspect of everything, isn’t the fact that they’ve been DRIVING of 8 HOURS now, or that they’ve DRANK the minimal amount of BEERS today. no, it’s the FACT that they haven’t even SPOKEN a single word today; the silence between them is THICK, and HIDEOUS, deterring the potential SOUND of every part of the lips.THANKFULLY, the previous night, before their INTIMATE encounter, they had PLANNED on their travel for this case, and agreed to PULL over, onto the side of the road, for any pit stops, and whatnot. right now, there was nothing on the SIDE of the road, but if he was to be driving another 7 HOURS after this, then dean definitely needed a beer. so, with the SWIFT flick of the wrist, the STEERING WHEEL glides to the right, pulling them over onto the side of the UNUSUALLY VACANT highway. again, they’re SITTING in SILENCE. scott hasn’t even LOOKED at him, and it’s starting to make dean think that maybe he shouldn’t have RECIPROCATED last night; but in the end, it was ONLY A KISS, and accidents HAPPENED. a head TURNS to watch scott, as he’s the first to get out of the car, and to grab the JACK DANIELS. usually, it’s dean who’s chugging away at the bottle like a FISH with water, but today? apparently not. he supposes BEER can wait, and decides to INDULGE in that last bottle of WHISKEY, even if scott doesn’t respond to him.

he swings his leg out of the car, followed by his other one, and SITS on the hood, besides the brunette; he doesn’t say ANYTHING, either, nor even offer scott a look; instead, emerald hues POUR at the sight of the sunset. a part of him wishes NOT to interfere, and let SCOTT do his own damn thing, but the other, more IMPULSIVE side, who’s RESTLESS, wants MORE. more ALCOHOL, more SEX, and more of the reason as to WHAT the hell’s going on. in the end, it’s always that side which DOMINATES dean winchester, and what differentiates him, for his MILDER version, or sam. but as soon as he TURNS his head, and OPENS his mouth, scott’s put the bottle on the hood beside dean, and returned to the PASSENGER’S SEAT. there’s barely anything LEFT in the bottle anyways, so he takes the FINISHING SWING, and gets off of the HOOD, anew man, with LESS PATIENCE, and more IRRITATION.

SHAMELESSLY, he walks over to the passenger’s side, and without missing a BEAT, hands yank scott back outside, by taking FISTFULS of his collar. 

                             “wha’ t‘FUCK’s your PROBLEM, scott???”

the freedom of the VACANT road offers the INCENTIVE to make DEAN yell, with its BARREN arms encouraging every ROAR crawling out of his throat; this is a SAFE HAVEN for him to express his FRUSTRATIONS, and to scream his LUNGS out. because no one ELSE is going to hear it anyways. and this time, it’s DEAN who doesn’t wait for a RESPONSE, and like a ragdoll, YANKS, scott again, pushing him up against the hood, their faces close, this time, SLIGHTLY lowering his volume, since the gap between them isn’t much, but still keeping the AGGRESSIVE, and GRUFF manner to his tone. 

                     “let me HELP you– i can’ fuckin’ DO THAT if y’won’ LET ME.”

but it seems his WORDS are nothing short of a WASTE, a breath forced in nothing but VAIN, for with the lessened distance between them, it seems like their lips are MAGNETS, and this time, their KISS, isn’t a surprise, the pull, they both must have FELT it. and at first, it’s the SIMPLE touch of the lips; with the way they’re ACTING, dean doesn’t think scott’s going to do much, considering his PASSIVE tendencies. but to his SURPRISE, it’s reciprocated. yet DEAN makes sure he’s in charge, and immediately captures scott’s bottom lip. and at first, it’s at a MILD pace, but then, DEPTH is added, and suddenly, he’s NIPPING and TUGGING, almost like he can somehow EXTRACT the answers of why scott has been acting this way.

lips CONTINUALLY ask questions; if not with TEETH, then with their GENTLE suction force at the other’s bottom lip. but he knows he can’t ALWAYS be inquiring and DIGGING into the other’s past, so his CONFIDENCE, is somewhat restored when he feels hands on his back, so dean decides to stop asking questions. hands slowly travel DOWN the brunette’s body, until they’re at the SMALL of his back; but with the PROGRESSION of every kiss, and every INCH of skin pressed CLOSER between the two bodies, hands grow impatient, and fingers WANDER below scott’s shirt, to MARVEL at the SKIN of the small of his back. and it seems his LIPS, and LIMBS are parallel, for with the current degree of the kisses, just starting to reach the status of being OPEN-MOUTHED, fingers gently rub CIRCLES, and other PATTERNS into the skin of his back, keeping it gentle, letting the tips of his fingers cherish the SOFTNESS of the skin.

but then, AGGRESSION starts; dean realizes that this was the TENSION, masked by the HIDEOUS face of silence, LINGERING between them for the entirety of the day; and not only that, but he sees how much his BODY had been waiting for this. mouths START to open, and KISSES become HUNGRIER, and SLOPPIER; the precious ORDER, and SANCTITY of the exchange is NO LONGER there. this is no longer a NOVEL event, it’s the FEEDING GROUND of two hungry souls. breaths grow HEAVY between the two as dean’s FORCE grows; lips PUSH and PULL, and they’re almost like the heavy TIDE of the sea, except for the fact that dean has scott SHOVED down on the hood, and he’s letting himself go. tongues SHORTLY come into play, and SKIRMISH in the medium between their two mouths, as dean’s hands CLIMB scott’s bareback, and let their nails DIG INTO the skin, trying to PRESS their bodies together, so that they are perfectly INCHED together, wanting to merge.

and PERHAPS, this would lead into something far more INTENSE if dean’s movements hadn’t accidentally BUMPED scott’s head onto the car, a bit rougher than ANTICIPATED. and lips BREAK, but barely; for they’re still touching, but there’s also another UNINVITED GUEST between them; the uneven air, and the MUFFLED sound of their laughter. and until now, dean hasn’t felt this GOOD, and RELIVED when laughing, but it’s mainly scott here who’s relinquishing in releasing his tension. dean takes the opportunity to let his lips run down the LAZY path down scott’s jawline, and SETTLE on the tender skin of his neck. and they kiss gently, and SAVOR the surface, as if this would be their last time; and his lips DANCE with the skin like TWO MASTERFUL dance partners. but alas, they eventually settle on scott’s pulse point, and accompanied by the gentle persuasion of the suction action and TEETH, he manages to plant the SEEDS of the PURPLE which shortly BLOOMS on scott’s neck. 

after this, they can’t KEEP AWAY from each other, not even in the CAR; they’re talking, TOUCHING, and ENERGIZED, giving such energy that the anticipated BEER could never have PROVIDED dean on their JOURNEY onward.