Supernatural One-Shots

Cold Coffee

Dedicated to QueenMimi96

(Inspired by "Cold Coffee" by Ed Sheeran)

Dean lazily blinked his eyes against the rays of Sun just beginning to wiggle their way into the room and across the sheets, warming the side of his face while he lay on his back. He felt slight movement to his right and looked over at the woman lying beside him. She burrowed deeper into the sheets, her back to him. Without hesitation or thought, Dean rolled over and snuggled closer to her. He knew he was still a little drunk from last night, verging on a hangover headache, but he was used to that feeling by now. As his chest came into contact with her back, she shivered involuntarily. Dean chuckled, smiling and pressing his face into her shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Dean!" she whined, trying to scoot further away, "You're cold!"

He laughed again and held on tighter, moving his face to her neck and pressing his particularly cold nose to the sensitive skin just below her ear.

"Ack! Dean!" she jerked her body forward so violently that she flailed her way out of Dean's arms and right over the side of the bed onto the floor.

She groaned into the carpet and Dean leaned over the side of the bed to look at her.

"Sharon. What are you doing on the floor?" he teased in his course morning voice.

She turned her head so she could glare up at him through her thick black hair that always seemed to be in her face in the mornings. Then all of a sudden, she popped up, standing stiffly by the bed, realization in her now wide brown eyes.

"Crap!"

"What?"

"Crapcrapcrap!" Sharon ran frantically to the other side of the bed, looking for her jeans. "I have class in twenty minutes!"

Dean fell onto his back and watched her pull her jeans over her pajama shorts. "Just skip class and stay in bed with me all day."

She sighed, picked up Dean's AC/DC t-shirt off the floor, and slipped it on over her tank top. His shirts were always a little big on her, but she loved that they smelled like him. Smiling, she leaned over the bed and lightly poked Dean in the chest.

"Oh no, mister, not today. You got me to skip last week and I'm still paying for it!" Dean caught her wrist before she could pull away.

He looked up at her with tired eyes and said with conviction, "Forget school. Stay with me forever."

"Dean—"

"I mean it. I never want you to leave."

Sharon's heart hammered in her throat, blocking any excuse or argument she could think of saying from making it passed her tongue. Something fluttered in her chest and she felt giddy. She cleared her throat slightly.

"Why do you have to make it so hard?" she groaned, slowly pulling her hand back.

Dean smiled and let go. "Because one of these days you'll give in."

"Dean, this is my last semester and then I'm done," Sharon said, exasperated, as she shoved her feet into her shoes.

"Yeah, and then you'll have a boring job." Dean sat up and leaned back on his hands.

Sharon stopped and smirked at him. "Someone's gotta be responsible so you can run around saving the world."

Dean just sighed. Sharon grabbed her bag from the corner and rushed out into the kitchen. Dean threw back the sheets and got up to follow her. There was a cup of black liquid on the table and Sharon picked it up, taking a big gulp of it before grimacing.