Dean’s Angel
Imagine being like a little angel on deans shoulder, always being close to him if not attached. While he’s researching or working on something (likely his car) you’ll sit on the ground beside him, handing him things like papers or tools; once you hand him something, he’ll pat you on the head softly.
“Thank you baby,” he mutters as he leans over the edge of his other baby.
You smile up at him as you fiddle with the different tools in his tool box, being subtle as you lean closer towards him.
Even while he’s showering you’re perched on the counter, talking his ear off as he’s just trying to shower, but never telling you to stop, because he just loves to hear your voice too much. After dealing with his grueling “job”, he’s thankful that he has you to help distract him. Whenever he starts to think about his past all he has to do is simply ask you about your day, or for a little favor…
“Do you want to talk about it yet?” you pant out as you rock your hips up a little.
“Mh-mh,” Dean shakes his head no quickly as he continues to slide in and out of you at an almost alarming pace, “Please, baby, please…”, he all but pleads.
“Please what, Dean?”, you try to look him in the eyes, but all he does is burry his head into your shoulder as his hips speed up. “Dean?” you cup his chin as you lift his head up to meet your eyes.
As soon as Dean meets your eyes he shudders, his grip on your hips only becoming tighter, “Please talk to me.”
“What?” you laugh a little as you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers through his hair.
“I need to hear your voice.” He groans loudly as he slides his hands down to the underside of your thighs, spreading them wider as he throws them over his shoulders.
AN- This is literally all over the place but it’s been in my head for weeks. 😭🫶
