A Semi-supernatural Love Story

Chapter 2: Good Dreams

A/N: This contains some explicit content. If you arr under the age of 18 turn back now. (I know you aren't you rebel.😏) Enjoy the smut!

"Dean," you breathed as his hands roamed your bare ass. You placed your hands on his shoulders in a desperate attempt to get closer, to have more contact, more bliss. He smelled of beer and sugar, he smelled bittersweet and it was amazingly intoxicating.

"Baby~" he breathed in your ear. You shivered as it sent trills down your body and you moaned into the nape of his neck as you led his hand to your sex. "Dean, please~" Only then, when contact was made, did he let out a heated grunt from his depths. A sexy groan of satisfaction exciting you further in your arousal.

"Oh, (y/n)~ Your so hot, I want to feel every inch and crevice of you." That make you even hotter, the words spoke to your core. You ried to stifle a moan but to no avail as his hand rubbed and pawed at your area. He had skilled hands, feeling you all over your already over-sensitized skin making you moan to the extraordinarily pleasing contact.

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Suddenly, you were shaken awake from the so detailed, so satisfying erotic dream.

You looked up and saw those same beautiful, burning, green eyes, but with a more worried look.

"Dean?" you creaked out in the scratchy voice of your sleepy state.

"You were squirming and groaning in your sleep. I thought you might have been having a nightmare." He said with a slight tinge of emotional concern.

"Yeah, a nightmare." you yawned out as you sat up to stretch out your arms.

Wait. Dean was in YOUR BEDROOM and you were just having a really, REALLY, good dream about HIM. 

~well this is awkward.~

You were there, flannel askew and no pants. NO PANTS. at this realisation you rushed to cover yourself up.

 Maybe he was doing things to you that cause that dram.No, HE wouldn't do that!

You jumped to realisation noticing he was just there, gazing at your icy (e/c) eyes.

"Uh, Dean?"

He looked more attentive, "yeah?"

"Could you, you know,not be in here? I have to get dressed."

He jumped back to his wits. "Oh yeah. Totally. I'm sorry." He struggled to say as he got up and backed out of the door, tripping on his way around the doorframe.

Just as you were about to get up and change he ran back barely peeking in. "Just letting you know, Cas is making breakfast. He feels we deserve it after last night. But he's never done it before so." he dashed off again.

 ~Oh, today will be interesting.~