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“He did not!”
“No, I swear, that is exactly what he said!” Sam was laughing, throwing popcorn at his brother who blushed and avoided eye contact with you.
“He really said, ‘I taste even better’” to a vampire? Were you trying to get bitten?” You laugh incredulously. Your Dean would never have done something like this, but apparently this had happened years ago, long before you met the Winchesters.
Dean blushed a bit, “well, not really…but at the time, I had made a demon deal and didn’t give much of a damn about myself; didn’t see the need in staying super healthy for a demon, you know? Besides, it worked, we caught the vamp!” He sounded defensive at the end, probably at your glare.
You knew about that time in his life, and while you understood it, you didn’t like to hear Dean undervalue himself. It was a constant point of contention between the two of you–sometimes he was cocky, but it was mostly superficial stuff; when it came right down to it, Dean Winchester was a massive inferiority complex wrapped in daddy and self esteem issues.
Or, at least he was when you met. You were doing what you could.
Sam cleared his throat, breaking the staring contest between you and Dean. “C’mon, Y/N, we spilled some hunter’s stories. Your turn. What’d’ya got?”
You thought back over some of your favorites, discarding a few that you’d already told them.
“Okay, I’ve got one. I was in Mississippi working a hoodoo case. This guy was really twisted, and I ended up…
Sam picked up the empty beer bottles and popcorn tub, heading to the bunker’s kitchen to dump it all. “Good night you two. Don’t stay up too late–we’ve got an appointment tomorrow with some of the storage rooms in this place–we’ve got to organize them and learn what we’ve got at some point.”
You and Dean groaned at the same time. Sam could get so lost in cataloging, but it bored you to tears and Dean usually ended up just moving the piles around instead of getting anything done.
“Yeah, yeah, you can’t wait, I know. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Sam left with a shit eating grin, heading to his room.
You looked over at Dean, glad to have your boyfriend to yourself for the rest of the night. You loved Sam, you did, but not the way you loved his older brother.
The twinkle in Dean’s eyes showed that he was thinking along the same lines, and when you drained your bottle and stood up, you weren’t surprised when he followed suit.
You were a little surprised that he didn’t wait until you were back in your room before wrapping his arms around you. You were still in the kitchen, having just dropped your bottle in the recycling when you felt his warm body snuggling up behind you, his strong biceps pulling you back into his broad chest.
His hands, calloused and rough from years of weapons training and working on his car, worked beneath the hem of your shirt, sliding up your waist and belly to cup the weight of your breasts.
You hummed in pleasure as his able fingers found and started plucking at your nipples, which puckered in anticipation. You felt him rise to the occasion behind you, the roughness of his scruff against your neck and jawline as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You feel incredible, Y/N….”
You smiled, “Yeah, but you know what?”
Dean hummed his curiosity, the strumming of his fingers stilled, though he still pressed his hips forward into your ass.
“I taste even better.”
Dean’s chuckle across your skin was everything you had hoped for, and you turned, finding his eyes alight with humor and arousal as you pulled him down for a kiss that was more about tongue than lips, about promises and pleasure than sweetness.
Thanks @waywardjoy, for the inspiration. I hope you liked it!
