Supernatural (Dean x Reader)

Chapter 7: Attitude Adjustment

The bunker door slammed shut in the distance, footsteps and laughter accompanied it. I was angry with Dean, for decent reason. I had every right to be worried when he didn't answer me.

The two of them walked around the corner with smiles on their faces still in their past conversation. That is until Dean glanced over at me sitting in the chair, arms crossed with an upset look on my face.

"What?" He had an attitude.

"You know perfectly well 'what', Dean. You think you can just ignore my messages for nearly an hour and get away with it?! You know I worry about you!", I hadn't expected to get this heated.

"Okay I'm out." Sam disappeared into the hallway, avoiding our argument at all costs.

"It was one hour. I can handle myself for a single hour. What could've happened to me in an hour, (y/n)?!" He retorted with that careless smirk on his face.

"Well where should we start hmm?" I stood up, getting as close to him as I could in attempts to see eye to eye, even though Dean is far taller than me, "Amara could've been making you her little boy toy again in a field somewhere. Crowley could've finally gotten tired of your shit and ordered your head on a platter. And, oh yeah, almost every single supernatural creature in the entire state, and then some, has a personal want to eat your damn face!"

He was speechless for a moment, "I'm sorry." His voice still had a heaping helping of attitude in it and it made me a smidgen more angry.

"For my sake, answer me next time. I love you and I worry about you. I can't live if I lose you Dean Winchester." I placed my index finger on his heart.

Before I could even get another word out he picked me up with my legs wrapped around him and carried me off down the hallway.

I don't know where his attitude had come from today and now I didn't really care. He can be an ass sometimes, but that doesn't really bug me anymore. I'm with him until I die so he's stuck with me.

His hands were under my ass, holding me up so I didnt't fall. I reached behind my back and twisted the door handle to our room. He used me to push open the wooden sheet that separated us from our bed, only to use his foot to shut it again.

He tossed me down on the fluffy mattress, crawling on top of me. He proceeded to smirk away at me and he licked his lips. I was still pissed but he was winning me over.

His fingers began to roam my body, gently scratching his fingernails across my flesh. I'm sure he felt bad for not answering my messages, but I knew he liked when I got mad at him. He enjoyed the thought of me taking control of a situation and yelled.

He's even gone as far as calling me "cute" while I was beyond pissed and that ended in him catching my right hook. He hadn't expected I could pack a punch like that.

Back to the current situation anyways. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them into the floor. He spread kisses up my stomach and panty line, occasionally nipping at my hips. He'd gotten better at taking his time rather than just ripping off every shred of clothing and going for it.

I still wanted to yell at him, he hadn't listened to me when I scolded him before. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed harshly pulling his head up. His eyes met mine, "Dean, you didn't listen to me earlier. All you did was smirk and I caught you rolling your eyes at me."