Favorite coffee cup
Dean Winchester Smut
Warnings: Some kinky shit.
I'm in the bunker's kitchen, where some asshole's put my favorite coffee cup on a high shelf. Again. It wasn't me. Of course it wasn't me. It's my favorite coffee cup. Why would I put my favorite coffee cup on a shelf that I can't reach?
I think one of the guys is fucking with me. Maybe I did something and they're trying to get back at me. Or maybe they're just being dicks because they're tall. I've noticed that they like to use their tallness against me.
Who knows. Who knows why the Winchesters do what they do. That includes using their tallness against me.
"What are you doing, Short Stack?"
There's that stupid nickname. One of them. One of the million short related nicknames that the guys have given me. I turn my head and see Dean, standing in the doorway, watching me.
"Some asshole keeps putting my favorite coffee cup on the highest shelf."
"Some asshole?" He asks, sounding a little offended.
"Yeah. Some asshole. I'll refer to them as something else once they stop doing this shit."
Seeing that he's got no interest in using his tallness to help me, I get a chair from the kitchen table and bring it to the counter. I stand on it, immediately getting a concerned look from Dean. Now he's concerned? He wasn't concerned when I was telling him about my coffee cup. But he's concerned when I'm standing on a chair, to get it down?
"You don't think there's a safer way to get it?"
"Probably. But this way works, too."
He pauses, but I don't really worry about it until I feel him lift me from the chair and put me on the ground. That was hot. He just lifted me like I weighed nothing. To him, I probably do weigh nothing. He's pretty buff. The things I'd let him do to me... I want this man to do unholy things to me. He's so big and so strong and I really just want him to manhandle me. What? Uh...I mean... No. I said what I said.
"Here." He says while handing me my coffee cup.
He nods and leaves the room. Did he only come in here to get my coffee cup for me? He didn't do anything else. He came in, watched me struggle for a bit, then got the cup down for me. Then he left the room. Whatever. I have my coffee cup. Now I can make coffee. As I'm making coffee, Sam walks in, dressed like he's about to go somewhere.
"Supply run. You need anything?"
"No, I'm ok. But we're running low on coffee."
"Alright. How'd you get that cup down?"
Why's he sound so shocked? I mean sure, sometimes it's shocking when Dean's nice to people. But why's it shocking that he got my cup down for me?
"Look, I'm sorry, but Dean told me not to-"
"I don't give a shit what Dean told you. What aren't you telling me?"
"Dean, may or may not have, put your cup on that shelf."
"Because he knew you'd have to ask for help. And he thought it would be funny."
"Funny? What's funny about putting my things on high shelves?"
"Dean's just got a funny way of flirting. That's all. I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."
Flirting? With me? No. Dean's not flirting with me. He's just being a dick.
"You still haven't figured it out?"
"Dean's got a crush on you. I thought you'd have figured it out by now. It gets more and more obvious every day."
"If Dean had a crush on me, he'd tell me."
"I think this is something you should talk about with him. I'll be back later."
He leaves the room, then the bunker, leaving me to wonder why Dean wouldn't tell me if he's got a crush on me. He's Dean. If he's got a crush on you, you're gonna know. He'll make sure you know. Maybe he's been giving me signs, but I just haven't noticed them. I've always been a little slow when it comes to romance and love signals.
Thinking back on it, Dean's definitely been giving me signals. I thought that was just the way friends or siblings act, but I'd be a little concerned if someone treated their sibling like that. He's definitely been giving me signs. I'm not sure how to feel now. I'm not mad about it. I've actually been crushing on Dean for a while. It's nice to know that he feels the same.
I just don't know how to bring this up to him. How do I talk to him about it? How do I talk to someone about their crush on me without seeming self absorbed? "I know you have a crush on me" Ew. You can't say that without seeming self absorbed.
I turn my head and see Dean. Only this time, he's right next to me. How did I not notice him approach me?
"You gonna drink that or just stare at it?"
I look down and see my coffee, in front of me, which still hasn't been touched. I was so lost in thought that I had completely forgotten about it. So how long have I been standing here? More importantly, how long has Dean been standing next to me?
"Um, I'm gonna drink it."
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
"I know how much you think about me. Like when you're alone in your room at night."
There's no way he knows about that...
"Do you think about me when you're touching yourself, Y/n?"
Yes. Every time. Every. Single. Time.
If he knows about it, I might as well tell him the truth. I think about him while I touch myself. I'm thinking about him right now, while worrying about the growing wet spot in my pants.
"You're thinking about me right now, aren't you? All the things I could do to you? All the things you want me to do to you?"
How in the fuck is he doing that? It's like I'm under a spell, just from looking into his eyes. A good spell, that gives unholy thoughts... They might be unholy, but they sure are pleasant.
Ok. Now he's teasing me. And I'm not even mad.
And before I know it, we're both naked and I'm layed out on the table. I don't know how it happened, but it happened fast and I'm not complaining. One of Dean's hands is massaging one of my breasts while his mouth works the other. After a few seconds, he moves down my body, to my wet core.
I thought he was gonna finger me, but no. He's tongue fucking me. I didn't know someone's tongue could make me feel so good. That's the magic of Dean Winchester. It doesn't take long for me to cum on his tongue, with seems to amuse him. The best part was when he licked my thighs clean.
"Now I want you to do that on my dick."
He lines himself with my entrance, just in time for Sam to walk in and drop everything he was holding.
We both freeze, not exactly sure what to do. I'm absolutely positive that Sam's gonna be having nightmares for a while, now. This, ladies, gentlemen, and anything else you might identify as, is how you give your best friend nightmares and possible life long trauma.
"ON THE TABLE?! ARE YOU TWO FUCKING SERIOUS?!"
"Uh, Sam, do you think maybe you could, uh, get out?"
"GO TO A BEDROOM! PLEASE!"
He rushes out of the room, tripping on the way out, and Dean and I look at each other.
"You wanna take this to my room?"
I nod and he picks me up. He carries me to his room and locks the door. We finish what we started and end up cuddling in his bed. I like this. Being held in Dean's arms while he presses gentle kisses to my head.
"We're still friends after this, right?"
"I was hoping we'd be something more."
"You want me to be your girlfriend?"
"I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Then I'm your girlfriend."
All because of a coffee cup on a high shelf. If I had known that would get me a boyfriend, I'd have complained about it way sooner. Coffee cups on high shelves = giant boyfriends. Who knew?