Sheva's living room
Midnight
May 5th
As Dean and Cas reveled in their accomplishment with the changing station, a soft, insistent whine echoed from the bedroom. Dean's brow furrowed, and he exchanged a glance with Cas.
"Sounds like Sheva needs something." Dean said, setting his beer down and heading towards the door.
"Should I accompany you?" Cas asked, his expression curious.
"Nah, I got this." Dean replied with a reassuring smile. He slipped through the doorway, the soft light of the bedroom spilling out into the hallway.
Inside, he found Sheva propped up against the pillows, her hair tousled and eyes bright with a mix of desire and hunger. "Dean." She whined again, a playful pout on her lips. "I need you."
Dean's heart raced at the sight of her, both alluring and demanding. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe, a teasing smile creeping onto his face.
"I've got cravings." Sheva said, her voice sultry yet slightly frustrated. "I want you, and I also need some cold pizza with hot sauce. Can you manage both?"
Dean chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "You really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don't you?"
"Please, Dean." She pleaded, her eyes wide and earnest. "I can't focus on anything else! Not even sleep. I want you right now, but I'm also starving."
"Okay, okay." Dean said, a grin breaking across his face. "You're lucky I love you." He moved closer to the bed, lowering himself to her level. "How about this? I'll grab the cold pizza first, and then I'll make sure to satisfy your other craving." He winked.
Sheva's expression brightened, her pout turning into a smile. "You're the best, Dean."
"I know." He replied, standing and heading towards the door. "But I'm also your servant right now. Just sit tight, and I'll be right back."
He made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find the leftover pizza. He pulled it out, eyeing a good slice.
"Hot sauce?" He talked to himself, scanning the shelves. Spotting the bottle, he grabbed it and poured a generous amount over the cold pizza, the vibrant red contrasting sharply with the cheese.
With the pizza in one hand and the hot sauce in the other, Dean returned to the bedroom, a triumphant grin plastered on his face. "Your gourmet dinner is served!" He announced, holding up the pizza like a trophy.
Sheva laughed, her eyes lighting up as she reached for the plate. "You really are my hero. But I'm more excited for dessert."
"Just doing my best." Dean said, watching as she took a big bite, her expression a mix of delight and satisfaction. "And now, about that other craving..."
With a playful glint in her eyes, Sheva leaned back against the pillows, licking her lips. "Oh, trust me, I haven't forgotten about that."
Dean set the plate down, a fire igniting in his gut as he moved to the edge of the bed. "Alright then, let's see how quickly I can make you forget all about that pizza."
As he leaned in, Sheva pulled him closer, her hands exploring the contours of his body. "I want both, Dean." She whispered, her voice sultry. "But you first."
Dean's breath quickened, the playful banter giving way to a deeper, primal need. "You got it, babe."
Cas stood silently outside the bedroom door, his head tilted slightly as he listened. He had initially come to check on Dean and Sheva, but the sounds filtering through the door were far more captivating than he anticipated. Their playful banter was punctuated by Sheva calling Dean "sir" and "master," and he couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face.
