Supernatural OneShots

*Game Night*

"Aw, come on! I thought I won that one!" Dean says, throwing his UNO cards down. 

I laugh, putting mine down, and watching Daisy wave her arms around in victory. Sam rolls his eyes, but smiles at his ridiculous girlfriend. 

Dean says, "I don't want to play this anymore."

"Why? Because you're a loser?" Daisy snorts. Sam and I both raise our eyebrows at her. She might not want to provoke him; Dean can be extremely savage. [Well, so can Daisy actually.]

Sam says, putting a hand on Daisy's knee, "Hey, stop it. I'd rather not have to break up a fight between you two. Nor would Ally."

I say, "I'm hungry. Anyone want anything?"

Dean looks at me, and I say, practically reading his mind, "No, I won't make one of those! I don't have the time, Deanie!"

Daisy asks, "Make what?"

I smile, saying, "A....well, I call it a skillet cookie, but Dean calls it...a Pizookie."

Sam makes a small scrunched expression, saying, "That, uh, that kind of sounds like a sex word."

Daisy adds, "Huh...it does actually. Or it could be a cute nickname, I don't know."

I smile, and look over at Dean to see him actually giving me puppy eyes. I try to hold his gaze, but I don't really feel like fighting back today. "Okay fine. I'll make you one. Anyone else want one?"

Daisy and Sam shake their heads, and I say, getting up, "You guys decide on what we should play next, okay?"

As I'm walking away, I hear Daisy say, pretending to be shocked, "Dean, stop staring at her ass!"

Dean replies, "Well, she's mine, and I happen to like her curves, so shut up!"

I grin, loving the fact that I just heard him say that. He likes my curves. I'm suddenly ten times more confident than I've ever been. Heck, I would even walk around naked now, if I didn't have morals or if I didn't want any privacy!

When I come back with Dean's 'Pizookie' in a bowl, they all seem to be staring at me. "What? What happened?" I ask, sitting back down next to Dean, and handing him the bowl.

Daisy says, "We came up with the game we're gonna' play."

"Really? What is it?"

"Strip-poker."

If I'd been eating something, I would've spit it out. I've heard of the game, but I don't know if it's something that you play with other people besides your mate or whomever. I ask, "So, isn't the objective to see whomever has the most clothes on at the end of the game wins?"

Sam nods, and I hear the spoon click in the bowl, and Dean sets the bowl to the side, it being completely empty. My eyes widen automatically, and I say, "You never cease to amaze me, Dean."

He chuckles, saying, "Maybe that's a good thing."

I say, "Okay, are we playing this thing or what?"

Sam deals everyone in, and soon enough all of us have or jackets and shirts off.

 I keep getting greater cards than everyone else, but Dean gets ahead of me a few times, causing me to reveal more and more skin. I was thankful that I wore a tank top and boy shorts over my bra and underwear. Daisy wasn't so lucky. 

I mess with her, saying things like 'that collarbone though' and she'll dramatically reveal it, causing Sam to glance at it, though he pretends he doesn't notice. 

Dean seems to be so engrossed in the game that he's not really paying any attention to me. It's okay though; I know how competitive he gets during game nights, especially with his brother.

 My tank top ends up coming off, and suddenly Dean notices, which starts to make Sam and  Daisy uncomfortable, even though they're being the same way. 

Finally, Sam and Daisy run off to another room to indulge in each other's skin, so Dean and I are left alone in the dining room. 

I say, "It's just me and you. I'm gonna' win this."

Dean raises a brow, cracking a smile, and lays down his cards, saying, "I doubt that."

I put mine down, and Dean says, surprised, "Nevermind that, I've taught you well."

I smirk, saying, "Alright, take them off. You lost."

"My boxers?"

"Yep. You're the loser, right?"

He slides them down, and I find myself trying to look away. 

I can practically hear Dean smile as he says, "I wouldn't call this losing."

Before I realize what's happening, I'm slung over his shoulder, and being taken into his bedroom. 

He closes the door, and drops me onto the bed, saying, "You take yours off. It has to be fair."

I say, "I like it when you take them off me."

He smirks, then unhooks my bra, and slides my underwear off, throwing them to the side. The lust that's swirling in my body is accumulating in the middle, and I'm attempting to hold on to it. 

Dean says, "You think I didn't notice your gorgeous self stripping your clothes off?"

He's already rocking against me gently, making me want to scream his name even though he hasn't even done anything yet. 

He must see my anticipation, and he replies with a "Hold on, sweetheart, we need to make it last."

He kisses my lips, and trails his mouth down my body, sucking lightly as he goes. I moan his name quite a few times, just wanting him to keep touching me at all times. He gets down to my lower regions, and looks up at me with a slight change in his eyes. Was it lust? Was it darkness? 

He dives down, licking and sucking at my clit, earning moans and hair tugs from me. I arch my back, trying to keep his tongue inside me, and to keep the feeling of his scruff against my skin, then feel the pressure building up inside. I gasp, "Dean, I"

He whispers, "Cum for me, baby."

I let it all go, right into his mouth, letting him taste me and lick up every last drop. When his face is above mine again, he says, "You don't normally cum that early into it, is there are reason for that?"

I say, running my index finger along my bottom lip, "Well, it's probably because that sneak peek in the dining room of you that got me all flustered."

I add, running my hands over the scruff on his face, "Geez Dean, your jawline and scruffiness are killing me, you know that?"

He smiles, places a kiss on my lips, then says, "Now I know, and I'll try to keep the scruff going. I'll do anything that makes you happy."

"Including getting inside me?" I ask, running my fingers through his hair.

He looks genuinely happy with my fingers going through his hair. Maybe it's relaxing or its just plain pleasurable to him, I don't know, but he just seems content.

"Definitely that." he says, "Baby, I love you."

I smile, giving him another kiss, and say, "Of course. I love you too. As long as you're happy too, I'm completely satisfied with my life."

There's a loud scream from the other room, sounding almost like Sam's name, and I giggle a little. Dean rolls his eyes, saying, "Geez, and they say that WE'RE loud!"