Extraction from story: My back tenses as I feel his hand rest on my spine. I quickly turn, then feebly mumble a quick "Sorry" as I come close to running into him. "Don't be." He whispers gently, and suddenly its just me and him, no looming apocalypse, no overbearing mothers, just us in the slowly closing space between our lips. "Dean, I-" and am cut of as his hot lips press gently into mine. "shshsh" he rumbles into my neck.
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