Write.... Dean cant stop kissing me even if Sam's in the room...
With Sam clicking through the police files on his laptop and Dean scrolling through news reports on his phone, the room was quiet when you pushed the door open. Both brothers looked up to see you pulling your key out of the motel room door, hands full.
“I come bearing gifts,” you announced to the boys, who barely reacted to your presence. You lifted up your right hand to show off a large, greasy take-out bag.
“Salad? Yes. It’s at the bottom,” you answered Sam, smiling as you set the bag on the table in front of him. Dean stood up from where he lounged on the bed, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I also walked past a bakery on the way back so I had to pick up--” Dean was on you before you could finish your sentence or pull the pie out from behind your back.
With one strong, calloused hand on each side of your face, Dean crashed his lips into yours. You let out a light laugh against his mouth and he took advantage of the movement, thrusting his tongue between your lips. You hummed your approval, snaking your free hand up and around his broad shoulders. After the initial surprise of the kiss wore off, excitement built between your thighs.
“Dean, come on,” Sam huffed in annoyance. Entirely unfazed, Dean carded his fingers through your hair, firmly holding your head in place. Your body began to melt into him as he let one hand drop to your waist, pulling you against him as he moved the two of you further into the room.
“Dean, she’s going to drop the pie.” That got his attention, however.
“Good call, brother,” Dean responded, pulling away from you. You rolled your eyes as you brought your left hand, balancing a pie, out in front of you. Dean’s hungry eyes moved from you to the dessert as he let go of your body and grabbed the tin with both hands. “She looks delicious,” he added, locking his eyes onto yours. You felt heat flush across your cheeks and through your body as he devoured you with his eyes. He set the pie down on the table, next to the food.
Sam rolled his eyes again as he pulled each container of food out of the bag. Once he got to his salad, he leaned back in his seat to check it over. Dean, however, firmly planted his hands on your hips and ducked his face into the crook of your neck.
“Dean…” You had meant for it to come out as a warning, but his name spilled past your lips as a soft moan when his cracked lips pressed against your pulse point.
“Guys, can we please just eat?” Sam sighed, losing his patience.
“That’s a great idea, Sammy,” Dean growled into your throat. You gasped as he pulled you flush against him and you felt, solidly pressed between you, that he was just as aroused as you were. You looked to Sam, apologies in your eyes, and shrugged.
He shook his head. “Ugh, I’ll eat in the car.”
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