Hello lovelies. Welcome to the dirty ABC headcanons for our favorite fictional men.
A couple quick notes:
I believe that there are times when the boys just have to speak for themselves. When it’s italicized, it’s in their own words. Which I figure is fine, since they’re probably who we’d all rather hear from anyway!
I’m very new to posting, so there are still a lot of puzzle pieces missing! General goal is to drop a couple headcanons every week. If you have a particular one that you’re itching to read, send me a note and I’ll try to drop it soon!
ALL headcanons should be read through the lens of their being in a comfortable and consensual long-term relationship. They’re written with this in mind, so please read them with this in mind. I’ll try to put warnings at the top of everything, but please also use your judgement - if a particular “letter” sounds like something that’ll bother you, don’t click!
Click on a name underneath to binge their personal bedroom preferences. (If it’s not hyperlinked, there’s nothing in that alphabet yet. Sorry! But again, let me know what you’re achy for and I’ll try to get it up. Also *cough* I could be talked into posting threesome headcanons too.)
Warnings: all the dirty talk - consistent use of the f word, slight domDean, slight degradation, thigh riding, mentions of p-in-v sex and rough sex, and pure addictive heaven from Dean’s perfect lips
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
No one in the history of ever
has been as good at dirty talk as Dean Winchester is.
He’s oh so crazy good at it.
Like, could-make-you-cum-with-just-his-words-in-under-two-minutes crazy good. A literal lifetime of practice in smooth talking of all sorts has made him insanely talented with his words. Which is a very good thing.
Because since his mind is always going, so is his mouth.
He’s irresistible in person.
You’ve routinely gone from calm and composed to completely soaked in twenty seconds. There’s nothing like hearing Dean purr his own special brand of dirty poetry in his low, lust-soaked timbre.
That same deep voice and verbal talent also make him easily the best over-the-phone fuck that you can possibly imagine. Expertly coaxing you to ecstasy with his detailed descriptions and filthy fantasies.
He’s made you cum while he’s on the other end of the line more times than you can count.
Even from a distance, Dean never stops until he’s sent your pussy over the peak a good few times.
You really honestly think he could make a fortune selling naughty audios.
Ya think so? Shit.
Maybe I missed my calling, Sweetness.
Ummm yeah. He absolutely did.
Anyone would pay a fortune to be blessed enough to get off to those staggeringly sexy words. How he can be so incredibly filthy and yet somehow sweet at the same time is a beautiful mystery to you.
Ya know, I really think I should get to speak for myself here. Gotta give the full impression when my reputation for havin’ a tempting tongue’s at stake.
Fair point. Have at it, Dean.
Whatcha wanna hear, y/n? Hmmm?
I know whatcha need, Sweetness.
Come lean into my chest and lay your head back so I can say it right here in your ear and drive you a little nuts, yeah?
Wanna hear about how much I fuckin’ love your body?
How I’ve never seen anything so mesmerizing?
How I wanna lay you down and tie your hands above your head and work my mouth over every last inch of you until you’re beggin’ for my cock?
I’m so thirsty for you, Sweetness.
Mmmm.
Always so fuckin’ thirsty.
Wanna taste your sweet pussy and run my hands over your gorgeous curves and pull you apart, piece by piece, until the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is how crazy, intensely, unbelievably good
I make you feel, y/n.
He pauses his skilled seduction for a few seconds to run his hands over you and give a full, wet kiss to your neck right there below the ear he’s been murmuring sin into.
And a small part of you registers that you should probably be ashamed of the fact that you’re practically panting and decidedly wet already.
But the rest of you doesn’t care.
At all.
Not when it’s at his lips.
Want some more, Sweetness?
Oh, fuck yes.
I think about you like this when I’m strokin’ myself, ya know.
About you – all strung out with that same gorgeous, lust-glazed look in your adorable eyes that they’ve got in them now.
And those sexy little whimpers falling from your tasty, perfect, pillow-soft lips.
Your blissed out brain lost to anything but the dizzying pleasure I’m givin’ you.
Desperate for my fingers, or my mouth, or my big, thick cock.
Fuck, and I wanna give ‘em to ya, Sweetness.
You want that? Want me to make you feel too fuckin’ good for words?
Oh fuck. Please, Dean.
Mmmm, fuck. That’s it. I love it when you beg like that, y/n.
Fuck. Can you feel me against your ass, Sweetness? Makes me so damn steely to hear you plead for me to take you apart.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
Kills me when you’re so drunk on my love and my lust that you can’t do anything but surrender to your need for me, Sweetness.
Do it again, yeah?
Yes, Dean. Please. Please, anything you want.
He starts to tease his fingers under the edge of your panties, reveling in the way you’re so exquisitely turned on by his voice and his potent praises.
Anything I want, huh?
What if I wanna keep you spread out over me, just like this?
Strip you down and swirl slow, sweet circles of perfect pressure over your clit until you’re so damn achy that you’re all shaky and whiny and desperately needy.
You gonna be good for me?
Let me play with you all night and get you high on lust and longing?
Fuck. Wanna make you feel like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of carnal pleasure and you never wanna come down, Sweetness.
Or maybe I wanna flip you around.
Settle my hands on your hips and help you grind yourself over my thigh while I keep spinnin’ sin in your ear.
Make your swollen clit so fuckin’ achy that you beg me to let you cum, right here on my thigh like a frantic whore.
Fuck, it’s addictive when you’re cravin’ me that badly, y/n. Can’t get enough of it.
Mmmm.
Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do.
In a flash, he has you spun around and over his thigh, face plastered with a smug smirk and hands guiding you back and forth in slow, calculated movements.
That’s it, Sweetness.
Feels sooo good under your pretty pussy, doesn’t it?
Fuck. You’re already seconds from spiraling, aren’t ya? I can tell.
That’s my girl, y/n. Always so good for me. Mmmm.
But you know you’re not cummin’ yet, right?
Can’t have that, Sweetness.
Gonna need you to wait for when you’re wrapped around me, all full and floaty and feeling fuckin’ amazing.
Gonna make you scream, Sweetness.
You’re gonna be chantin’ my name whether you want to or not.
I’m gonna hit that sweet spot deep up inside you that makes you fuckin’ sing.
Over and over again.
And I’m not stoppin’ there, y/n.
We’re goin’ until you’re hopelessly spent and I finally decide to grant mercy to your poor, sore pussy so she can rest up for tomorrow.
How’s that sound, Sweetness?
Should I carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak?
Think you can handle it?
Mmmm c’mon. You know I’ll pamper the hell outta you afterwards.
Yeah? Good girl, y/n. Let’s go.
I just came across this blog and I'm in LOVE. I can't wait to see what Dean with dirty talk would look like 👀
Ohmygoodness. Thank you so much!! I’m so thrilled to have you here. ❤️
And ummm… me neither! Haha. Not sure I can do justice to his incredible way with words, but I’ll try to tackle it soon! I try to weave a little of it into every drabble, but maybe I need to turn that entire post over just to him. 😂 Thanks a bunch for telling me what you’re looking forward to!
Dirty Talk coming very soon!
Tonight? Tomorrow?
Whenever I work up the nerve to put the finishing touches on it and post it. Haha. It’s been a juicy one to write.
* As a reminder, all “letters” should be read within the context of a consensual and comfortable relationship with the reader. And when things are italicized, it’s Dean talking. (Sometimes I just have to let the man speak for himself, ya know?)
If it’s not hyperlinked, it’s not posted yet. Let me know what you’d like to see next!
Holy hell these are hot –“The man can read you like he fucking wrote you.” is so apt, because he’s so observant he wouldn’t miss a thing unless you were really trying to hide something. Love these!
He absolutely wouldn’t miss a thing. He’d be so crazy attuned to you that nothing would slip past him. (Even if you were really trying to hide it, I think he’d still definitely know you were keeping something from him. Guess he’ll have to coerce it out of you! 😜)
Warnings: some angst from self-esteem trauma (Dean’s), slightly possessive language, mentions of rough sex and overstimulation
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Honestly, Dean’s never had much reason to be jealous of other men.
I mean, of their kids-and-a-dog-and-a-manicured-lawn apple pie lives, maybe.
Or their blissful ignorance of all things monster, sure.
But not over their game with women.
There’s never been a day in his entire adult life that he hasn’t had the upper hand in that fight.
So naturally, it surprised him when he started to get possessive over you – he hadn’t really ever felt that way about girls before.
But you were special. And he was more in love with you than he’d ever thought possible.
So he found himself getting a bit territorial.
C’mon, y/n. Territorial and protective are two different things.
You’re not property, you’re just… precious. But also kinda mine, right?
Dean never explodes in a jealous rage, but it stings him a little if you’re flirting around too much. Not because he really minds you doing it – you’re your own person, and he loves that about you. And your flirting game is pretty impressive to watch, Sweetness. It makes me flattered to have you and amused and really fuckin’ turned on, all at once. Those poor bastards never know what hit ‘em.
I’m always into it when that’s the sexy little game we’re playin’ for the night.
What a show.
Warnings: some angst from self-esteem trauma (Dean’s), slightly possessive language, mentions of rough sex and overstimulation
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Honestly, Dean’s never had much reason to be jealous of other men.
I mean, of their kids-and-a-dog-and-a-manicured-lawn apple pie lives, maybe.
Or their blissful ignorance of all things monster, sure.
But not over their game with women.
There’s never been a day in his entire adult life that he hasn’t had the upper hand in that fight.
So naturally, it surprised him when he started to get possessive over you – he hadn’t really ever felt that way about girls before.
But you were special. And he was more in love with you than he’d ever thought possible.
So he found himself getting a bit territorial.
C’mon, y/n. Territorial and protective are two different things.
You’re not property, you’re just… precious. But also kinda mine, right?
Dean never explodes in a jealous rage, but it stings him a little if you’re flirting around too much. Not because he really minds you doing it – you’re your own person, and he loves that about you. And your flirting game is pretty impressive to watch, Sweetness. It makes me flattered to have you and amused and really fuckin’ turned on, all at once. Those poor bastards never know what hit ‘em.
I’m always into it when that’s the sexy little game we’re playin’ for the night.
What a show.
I know it!! ❤️ I kinda just wanna straddle him and reward every little good thing he can tell me about himself with grinding and deep kisses.
Happy to do it as often as needed until he learns that a positive self image is a very good thing. 😂
Warnings: some angst from self-esteem trauma (Dean’s), slightly possessive language, mentions of rough sex and overstimulation, slight dom!dean
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Honestly, Dean’s never had much reason to be jealous of other men.
I mean, of their kids-and-a-dog-and-a-manicured-lawn apple pie lives, maybe.
Or their blissful ignorance of all things monster, sure.
But not over their game with women.
There’s never been a day in his entire adult life that he hasn’t had the upper hand in that fight.
So naturally, it surprised him when he started to get possessive over you – he hadn’t really ever felt that way about girls before.
But you were special.
And he was more in love with you than he'd ever thought possible.
So he found himself getting a bit territorial.
C’mon, y/n. Territorial and protective are two different things.
You’re not property, you’re just… precious.
But also kinda mine, right?
Dean never explodes in a jealous rage, but it stings him a little if you’re flirting around too much. Not because he really minds you doing it – you’re your own person, and he loves that about you. And your flirting game is pretty impressive to watch, Sweetness. It makes me flattered to have you and amused and really fuckin’ turned on, all at once. Those poor bastards never know what hit ‘em.
I’m always into it when that’s the sexy little game we’re playin’ for the night.
What a show.
But deep down, he still struggles with his old, deep-seated self-worth issues and he kinda wonders if you wouldn’t be better off with one of those other guys.
He can’t help it.
Decades of viewing himself as relatively worthless left a scar that might never entirely go away.
And it breaks your heart.
Over time, you’ve worked hard to tone down your naturally coquettish disposition by a bit – you never want him to question his place in your heart or your life.
He’s your everything.
That’s never gonna make much sense to me, y/n. How someone as stunning as you are could find me worth loving as deeply as you do.
Guess I’m just really damn lucky.
You tell him that it’s not luck;
it’s his huge heart
and his giving nature
and his dorky sense of humor
and his beautiful mind
and a million other breathtaking little pieces of him that make him so very, very worth loving.
And he’s finally kinda starting to believe it.
These days, accidentally slipping into your bewitching banter when you’re speaking with a stranger mostly just gives him fuel for punishing you later.
A handy excuse for him to take you apart in the rough ways that you both crave now and then.
The first time it happened was a happy mistake.
You hadn’t realized that seeing you use your tempting little tricks on other men would make him feel the need to fuck you back into your place.
But when he went feral with possessive authority as soon as you got back to the motel room, you decided that you were gonna have to repeat that particular offense pretty often.
It didn’t take long for Dean to catch on to the fact that you made him jealous on purpose.
Yeah, you’re not that subtle, Sweetness.
But that’s alright.
I’m more than happy to scratch your itch for a filthy fuck any day of the week.
Never gonna hear me complainin’ about that.
More often than not, the nights that you’ve been flirtatious and feisty just to rile him up end in magical, merciless pleasure from your silver-tongued softdom, your pussy overstimulated and your brain in a floaty fog of pure euphoria.
Nuh uh. No whinin’.
You’re the one that wanted reminded of your place, Sweetness.
You know how it gets to me when you go flaunting what’s mine in front of other men.
I know you do.
And making you cum over and over again while my name falls from your perfect lips until your throat goes hoarse is just about the best way I know how to fuck that fact into you.
So you’re gettin’ what you asked for really, aren’t ya y/n?
You try your best to form intelligible words as he sends you spiraling towards your sixth orgasm of the night, begging and keening as he forces you over the edge.
Yeah, that’s it. Let go for me, Sweetness.
Theeere ya go. Fuck. Good girl.
Who’s makin’ you feel so fuckin’ amazing, y/n? Whose pussy is this?
And you try to oblige him.
To make your lips move and tell him it’s his.
That you’re his.
But you’ve lost the ability to speak, too high on his decadent devotion to think straight.
Tell me you’re fuckin’ mine, y/n. C’mon.
pls do jealous next!! and can you tag me for all ur work?
Of course I can tag you! Thank you for the compliment of asking. (And for reading!)
I’ll put Jealous on my list of letters to get working on! Fair warning: I can already tell that that one’s gonna have some feels mixed in with the smutiness. 😂
WHOA. Somewhere in the past crazy week of my personal life, I had a drabble hit 500 notes (unsurprisingly, the one about how very much Dean likes to get you completely, hopelessly soaked for him). And somehow I have triple-digit followers. 🤯
Which I only mention to say WOW I’m so lost for words. ❤️ Thank you, lovelies.
Warnings: rough sex (duh), morning-after marks, breath play, dom!Dean, degradation, dirty talk, snippets of demon!Dean roleplay
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
(I feel like this one could have been ten times as long and still not have done justice to Dean’s skills. But we’ll fill in the rest with other letters!)
Dean’s not always gentle when he’s driving you both to brilliant, overwhelming heights of pleasure. He’s often quite the opposite.
You’re frequently covered in love bites and finger marks from being manhandled and marked and beautifully, thoroughly taken. And you absolutely love it. Good thing too, Sweetness. It’d be a damn shame if I was the only one who liked lookin’ at your skin with a few pretty colors on it from me claimin’ my territory. To be honest, when you’d told him how much you liked it rough, you’d had no idea just how rough you liked it. His talent in the bedroom and his need for pleasuring you in every way imaginable had taken your kink for being thrown around and roughed up and turned it into a full blown addiction.
Of course, you know Dean would never actually hurt you. Course not. You’re too precious to leave any lasting damage on, y/n. You know that. But likin’ a sweet sting as much as you do can be dangerous, ya know – if I weren’t so fuckin’ good at it, you’d be in big trouble. Not every man knows juuuuust how to walk the perfect line between pain and pleasure, Sweetness. That’s a gift.
Cocky bastard.
But he’s right. He’s gifted. You didn’t know you liked to be choked until he’d shown you how good he was at it – at wrapping his hand around your throat and forcing the fight-or-flight reflex to send adrenaline shooting straight to your pussy. He’s perfected his pressure – squeezing you just lightly enough that you’re not quite panicked, but heavy enough that your senses hit overdrive. It’s literally dizzying, and it gives you the most insanely intense orgasms. You’re completely hooked.
But I mean, he would be able to read you like that. Take one look at you and know just what you need from him. And wanna give you everything you ever need. He’s not the kinda man that you’ll ever have to ask to take care of you. It’s instinctive.
And whether it’s soft snuggles or steamy sex, he’s gonna throw everything he has into making it feel amazing for you. Every time.
Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain.
His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat.
Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten.
You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.
Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower.
But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways.
He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses).
Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm.
Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.
Ummm you and me both! 🔥 He’s real in my head and my heart - maybe I can just will him into existence for us. He’d be the most passionate, giving man alive.
(Also, side note - Lottie is one of my very favorite Disney characters ever! ❤️)
Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain.
His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat.
Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten.
You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.
Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower.
But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways.
He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses).
Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm.
Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.
Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain.
His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat.
Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten.
You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.
Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower.
But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways.
He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses).
Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm.
Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.
Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain.
His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat.
Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten.
You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.
Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower.
But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways.
He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses).
Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm.
Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.
And then sometimes you both need more time and connection before you’re ready to be done with the night’s comforts, physically or emotionally.
The more intense and feral the filthy pleasures were, the softer Dean tends to be afterwards, babying you with gentle touches and murmured phrases of care and concern.
How ya feelin’, Sweetness? Did I go too hard tonight?
You’re so fuckin’ amazing. I don’t deserve you, y/n.
How bout I put you right again, yeah? Tell me where you’re sore.
C’mon, Sweetness. Let’s get you cleaned up and rubbed down.
He never wants you to think that you’re anything but utterly precious to him, so he’s extra careful on nights when he’s just gotten done fucking you like you’re a plaything.
Part of him still balks a little at letting loose on you like that, but he knows that surrendering every last little piece of yourself to him so fully makes you feel profoundly connected and thoroughly taken care of and wholly his.
So he revels in it. And he makes sure the time he spends on you afterwards reinforces that exquisite intimacy too.
He defaults to things like sudsy showers with the fancy-scented body wash and modest massages with warm oil that coax your muscles to loosen up, and never without a constant stream of sweet, heartfelt comments that you know he really means.
He’s always been skilled with his hands and his words, so using those things to lavish you with love just comes naturally to him.
You’re so good to me, Sweetness. So good and so precious. I’m gonna keep you forever, y/n.
He carries you bridal style into the big shower and sets you under the stream of water that he’s made sure is the perfect temperature. He works his fingers tenderly over your body, subtly starting to work on your sore muscles as he gets you clean. You’re usually leaning against him a bit because your legs are still far from steady, and he takes advantage of the full-body closeness to get every last inch of you ready for bed.
He shuts off the water and wraps you in one of the giant, fluffy towels he bought especially for you, chuckling when you tell him how sleepy you are.
You’re perfect, y/n. You know that, right? More perfect for me than I could ever have dreamed up in my wildest fantasies.
He lays you face down on the bed and gets your favorite massage oil worked in as he uses his strong, skilled hands to relax you so much that your muscles start to feel magically weightless.
You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Gorgeous and soft and everything I need. I’m so damn lucky to have you, y/n.
I love you. So much.
He says it, and he means it – that soft, genuine I love you.
There’s no snark or seductive charm to it – just honest vulnerability and naked trust. And the unspoken affirmation that you’ve made him whole again.
It’s the time he’s most open with you – when he’s high on endorphins and staring at your blissed out beauty and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
Oh, I know I am, Sweetness. No question.
Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, he slips one of his old band t-shirts over your head and helps you get tucked into him in that perfect way that makes you feel like you’re both one intricately melded person, instead of two.
And he knows that you think he does it all for you. That he’s loving on you with pampering gestures and lavish praise because it makes you feel like you’re his whole world. As you should, y/n. You are. You and Sam.
But the truth is, Dean loves it just as much as you do.
He cherishes getting to cherish you.
Getting to have someone be so wonderfully, deeply in love with him that you trust him to put you back together without a single second thought.
I’ll never understand it, Sweetness – the love you have for me. But I’m damn thankful for it. Every day.
Now get some sleep, yeah? Gotta rest up for tomorrow night, ya know.
I’ve got big plans for you.
Big plans.
