~He leaned down and brushed his lips on your ear, his hand tugging on your hair again, this time a little firmer and you arched against him, a groan you immediately regretted, escaping your mouth, "That's what I thought. You're a kinky little thing, aren't you?" You nodded against his chest, and he chuckled, the sound filling you ears deliciously, "You make the prettiest noises, you know...and I think I wanna hear you making some more for me" You felt your heart beating like crazy, and your body starting to heat up.~ Summary: Dean walks in on the reader changing and he can't help but seeing her differently from that moment. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the Supernatural characters. Plus, I found the picture on the Internet and then edited it. Credits to whoever took this awesome pic.

"Derek..." I laughed not hesitating to run up to him, I launched myself into his arms, and we stood there holding each other, my feet barely touching the ground. His face nuzzled into my neck taking in my scent and I was pressed into his shoulder so tight I couldn't smell anything but him, we were so focused on one another that we didn't care what was happening around us and when we did pull back, I grabbed his face looking at the new parts I didn't recognize and the old ones that always stayed the same. {WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC/MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING SKIP THE CHAPTERS WITH WARNINGS, MAY CONTAIN - SEX - ABUSE - ASSASSINATION - TORTURE - TRAUMA - MURDER - SEXUAL CONTENT - AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT OF SORTS.} Created: June 2018 Edited: January 2024