nsfw tw. 𝒇𝒕 𝜗ৎ — Dean & Sam Winchester and Castiel Novak. English isn’t my first language, so I use grammar checkers to translate. Sorry in advance if anything sounds weird.
CASTIEL ✸ COWGIRL
At first, I thought that the favorite position of our favorite angel would be missionary. However, the inexperienced Castiel would adore you taking control and teaching him the perfect rhythm while you ride his lap.
I imagine he would place his hands on your back, not to guide you, but to reverently trace your skin in time with the sway of his hips. His fingers would timidly tangle in your hair as he leaned in to kiss you. For him, seeing your face twisting in pleasure is the most beautiful abstract work of art in the world. He wants to understand every one of your reactions—how a simple touch can make you cry out in ecstasy and how pleasure affects you just as intensely as it does him, a completely new sensation.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, before giving a gentle squeeze to the soft skin of your hips. “The way your body moves… it’s a very new sensation for me. Please, don’t stop.”
DEAN ✸ DOGGYSTYLE
Unlike our beautiful Cass, Dean Winchester is an absolute fanatic of the filthiest side of things. His main obsession? fucking you on all fours until your legs shake.
He loves having a perfect view of your arched back and that round, firm ass, along with the obscene sound of their bodies slamming together hard. With one hand, he presses your face into the pillow, while with the other he grips your hips and drives them back to the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. Sometimes he even spreads your ass cheeks just for the sheer thrill of watching his cock slide in and out of your wet, swollen pussy. The wet, almost dirty sound of his balls slapping against your clit pulls screams from you that sound like pure music to him.
“Come on, baby. You can take it,” he says with a dark chuckle. His hand wraps around your throat, lifting your torso until your back is pressed flush against his chest. “That fucking perfect pussy of yours… I’m gonna fill it until it overflows.”
SAM ✸ SPOONING
I feel like Sammy Winchester would be the most likely of the three to have a somewhat less conventional favorite position. And I’m sure that, although he’s the softest and tenderest of the brothers, that doesn’t make him soft in bed at all. If Supernatural has shown us anything, it’s that Sam is incredibly passionate.
Just imagine it: his body pressed tight against your back, his hot breath on your neck as he covers it with hickeys and bites, a strong arm wrapped around your hips so you can’t pull away even an inch, and as the finishing touch, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy from a spectacular, completely new angle, fucking you with such force that the bed creaks with every thrust.
He’s not the most talkative in bed, unlike Dean (that man never shuts up and I could definitely confirm it), but he’d let out low, husky moans in your ear along with whispered praises: “Fuck, you’re the best… Your pussy always takes me so well, so hot and tight.”
Hiii I was wondering if you would be ok writing a smut oneshot of Castiel? I have read all of them out there and I can’t find any more 😭 if you don’t feel comfortable writing that that ok and I love your work!!!
⋆˚꩜｡ holy blow,
summary. you give castiel his first blowjob.
pairing. castiel x reader ( gn )
wordcount. 913 genre. soft soft smut
warnings. explicit sexual content, oral sex (blowjob), first-time sexual experience, mild swearing, intimate physical descriptions, vocal expressions of pleasure
The motel room hums with the soft churn of a ceiling fan, stirring warm air. Moonlight filters through thin curtains, casting silver across his frame as he stands by the window, trench coat shed, white shirt slightly unbuttoned. His blue eyes meet yours, wide and searching, swirling with curiosity and quiet nerves that tug at your heart.
“You sure?” you ask, voice gentle, warm, your fingers brushing his wrist. His pulse races beneath your touch, quick and human despite his angelic nature. You want him to feel safe, to know this moment is his to choose.
He nods, swallowing hard, throat bobbing. “I want this. With you.” His voice, low and rough, trembles with sincerity that wraps your heart tightly.
You stand, stepping closer, hands finding his chest, warm through thin fabric.
He inhales sharply.
You smile, soft and reassuring.
“Okay, Cas,” you murmur, fingers lingering at his collar. “We’ll take it slow.”
He follows as you guide him to the bed, movements hesitant yet trusting.
He sits, mattress dipping under his weight, hands resting awkwardly on his knees. You kneel between his legs, fingers careful as they undo his shirt, revealing smooth skin and faint muscle lines. His breath quickens, shallow and uneven. You glance up, meeting his gaze—intense, vulnerable eyes that steal your breath.
“I’ve never…” he starts, voice barely a whisper, cheeks faintly flushed. “This is new.”
Your heart softens. You brush a thumb across his jaw, feeling slight stubble. “That’s okay,” you say, voice low, soothing. “I’m here.” Your hands move to his belt, metal clinking softly as you undo it, deliberate and slow. He watches, eyes wide, memorizing every motion.
You pause, looking up. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”
He nods, a shy smile breaking through, and warmth floods you. You ease his slacks down, just enough, breath catching at the sight of him—hard, ready, heat radiating through his boxers. He’s thick, warm.
He gasps when you free him, a sharp, broken sound that sends a shiver down your spine.
You stroke gently, and he moans, loud and unguarded, head tipping back. The sound, raw and pure, speaks of a world felt for the first time.
“Oh—” he breathes, voice cracking, hands gripping the quilt. “That’s…” Words fail him.
You smile, leaning forward, lips brushing the tip, tasting salt and heat.
He cries out, a desperate “Oh, God—” echoing in the quiet room. His hips twitch, instinctive.
You hum, taking him deeper, tongue tracing slow patterns.
“Tell me how it feels,” you say, pulling back just enough, hand still moving, steady and warm. Your voice invites, encourages, wanting him to let go.
“It’s… overwhelming,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut. “Warm. Soft. Everywhere.” His hand reaches for you, hesitant, fingers brushing your hair, trembling with need. “Please… don’t stop.”
You take him back into your mouth, slow and deliberate, lips stretching around him. He moans again, louder, a sound so raw it feels sacred. His fingers tighten in your hair, not pushing, just holding, needing to feel you. “It’s—fuck,” he mutters, the curse clumsy but earnest. Your hands grip his thighs, feeling muscles tense, quivering under your touch.
You glance up, seeing his face—brows furrowed, lips parted, sweat beading on his forehead. He’s vocal, every sound spilling freely—gasps, moans, your name in broken syllables.
“You’re… incredible,” he breathes, voice wrecked. Your heart stutters at the reverence in his tone.
You set a rhythm, slow and deep, tongue swirling, sucking gently.
His moans grow louder, filling the room with unashamed fervor.
“Oh—please,” he gasps, hips rocking slightly, cautious yet needy.
You match his movements, letting him guide just a little, hands steady on his thighs, feeling the heat of his skin, the way he shakes.
“It’s so good,” he murmurs, voice trembling, eyes locking on yours when not squeezed shut. “I didn’t know… didn’t know it could feel this way.” His honesty, his raw emotion, tightens your core, warmth spreading through you.
You pull back, breath hot against him. “You’re doing so well, Cas,” you murmur, stroking him, slick and steady. You lick the tip, slow and teasing. He whimpers, a high, desperate sound that quickens your pulse. “Let go for me.”
He’s unraveling, moans spilling over, loud and unashamed. His hand in your hair tightens, desperate but not forceful, while the other clutches the quilt, knuckles white. “I—I can’t—” he gasps, voice breaking. “It’s too much, I’m—”
You hum around him, taking him deep, and he breaks. His moan becomes a shout, raw and reverent, as he spills into your mouth, hot and pulsing. You swallow, savoring the taste, the way his body shudders under your hands, every sound a testament to his pleasure. He’s panting, eyes glazed, gazing at you as if you’ve remade his world.
You ease back, wiping your mouth with a soft smile, and climb into his lap, straddling him. His hands find your hips, shaky but warm, pulling you close. His forehead presses to yours, breath still uneven. “That was…” He laughs, soft, disbelieving. “I didn’t know.”
You kiss him, slow and tender. “First times are special,” you say, voice warm, fingers brushing his cheek. “You okay?”
He nods, eyes shining with trust, perhaps love. “More than okay,” he murmurs, thumb tracing your jaw, tentative yet sure. “With you, I’m… whole.”
You smile, nuzzling his neck, feeling his pulse steady under your lips. The night remains young, the promise of more lingering, soft and unspoken, a secret shared in the dark.
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summary moments of obliviousness, and one of realization.
content gn!reader, mutual pining and a confession, sam and dean appearances! fluffy fluff and gentle touches, cas is a lot confused and a lot in love with reader!
Cas doesn't know what's wrong with his hair, only that your hands are delicate as you fuss with it and that the concentrated jut of your lip makes him feel strange. Prickling and fuzzy all over, as if he's been under thick sunlight for too long. Except it doesn't burn horribly, and he'd like this morning to last forever.
"What is that?" he asks.
You stretch only slightly to reach, fingers at the tips of his dark strands and greasy with a clear, thin oil. It smells like patchouli and lavender, and he likes the scent almost as much as yours. He prefers everything that is you.
"It's to keep your hair from getting tangled," you murmur. "It's windy out today."
He's warm taffy at the sound of your voice. Pliable and stretchy, he feels his center of grace being pulled towards you. It buzzes when your hands pull away and a finger brushes against his temple on the way down. It's hard to refrain from leaning in.
"I like it," he nods. "Thank you."
From the doorway, Sam smiles and shakes his head, exasperated.
⟡⟡⟡
An early autumn breeze kisses all heat from your skin with a chill, and sends your arm looping through the crook of Cas' elbow. You press close against his side, he presses back because he's got plenty warmth to spare, and the only thing out of place is Dean's smirk.
He stands at Baby with his feet crossed in the near distance, and when Cas glances down, Sam is watching from inside the car with an eerily similar expression.
"They are being weird," he tells you, under his breath.
Your throat bobs with a soft swallow, he notices. And as you step up a curb together and closer to the boys, your arm withdraws and he's left feeling empty. A crack in his chest that yawns into a gap when you throw him a small smile and open your own door to the backseat. He always opens it for you, he likes to, but you're too quick today.
"Aren't they always?"
He hums and slides in beside you, thigh bumping to yours.
While an argument about the volume of music ensues in the front, he watches with gentle cerulean eyes as your fingers twitch and your palm flips up in offering above your lap. He takes it with the only thought in his head being how happy he is to hold your hand like this.
⟡⟡⟡
Six hours into the drive, the sun begins to melt down the sky with beaming rivulets of yellow. Your cheek squished to his shoulder and snoring quietly, fingers tangled into a fold of his coat, Cas thinks you're most pretty. The prettiest. More than stars and flowers.
You're drooling. But in a very sweet, tired and human sort of way, he doesn't mind at all. What does irk him is the slapping of Dean's hands against the wheel and the raspy voice belting from the radio.
"Dean," he grunts, very still. "Stop. Turn it down."
Dean peeks into the rearview. "Why?"
"It is obnoxiously loud. They're sleeping."
A long, bleeding sigh, before Axl Rose is silenced. Sam's head turns to watch Dean, and they share one of their silent conversations that Cas isn't very fond of. The Impala hiccups over a dip in the road, and he brings his bicep around your shoulder to keep you steady and undisturbed.
"This is getting a little ridiculous, man," Dean huffs, words underlain with a stabbed attempt at sincerity.
"What is getting ridiculous?"
It's all quiet for a prolonged moment. His heart squeezes at the feel of your weight, the breath that puffs out through your parted lips and fans on his collar. He likes that he's the one you're resting on. There's a falling in his chest, like a plume of feathers hitting the ground, as he thinks about how he'd like to be this for you always.
He blinks slow.
"All this... cuddling. And the smiles. And the touches."
"It is human nature, our dynamic is as such."
"Your dynamic," Dean repeats in a breath of laughter. "They're into you, dude. You've gotta do something about it."
Cas tilts his head and thinks. About your blooming smile and your hands on his shoulders, face, held between his own. The way you say his name with a dulcet lilt. How he's thrown into a golden, blossoming euphoria when you explain things to him that he pretends not to know about, just to hear you talk.
"Into me. In what way?"
Sam is so merciful as to cut in, turning around in his seat.
"They... they've got a crush on you. They're interested. Romantically."
He knows what a crush is. What had been a complicated topic has become something simpler over his time spent here, sweeter and pure, to think that you harbor such a honeyed thing for him makes his forehead balm.
Silence settles again. Pillowing atop him like fresh snow, he's met with the first loss of words in the spanning, expansive thing that is his existence.
"You good?" Sam asks, patient and knowing.
Cas nods. He is perfect.
⟡⟡⟡
When you fall asleep in your hotel room that night, Cas is there and watching over you. As your eyes flutter open and contract under a hissing ray of early light, he's gone. You sit up, blankets pooling, a lonely ache between your ribs.
It's soothed by the message on your nightstand, relieved to know he hasn't left without a trace or goodbye. His name written in elegant calligraphy on a creased sheet of complementary notepad, you take it and unfold the paper quickly.
I possess a crush on you, too.
Love, Castiel.
❤︎
my cas debut! please have mercy on me as it is my first ever time writing for him!!
summary: Castiel learns about squirting through porn, he decides to test his capability with a live demonstration.
cw : straight smut. squirting. multiple orgasms. praising. pussy eating. i cannot stress this enough, minors do not interact!!
a/n : been working on this for four days and it's finally readable, hope you enjoyed it <3 feel free to leave a comment if you want !! tagging @angel444riley
Days like this in the bunker never ceased to entertain you. especially when Castiel found Dean's laptop. you were going about your day having chosen to leave the room after Sam rambled on about lore for 30 minutes straight only to walk in on Castiel watching something on Dean's laptop.
it took you a minute to register as the sounds of slapping and moans filled the room. you stood there, blank expression and indescribable dissapointment as Castiel studied it very intently, as though he was attending a philosophical lecture.
"Cas" you spoke up with a sigh to which he stood abruptly, hands awkwardly by his sides, "... I've been looking for you" he replied, no emotion on his face despite the very obscene position the two people on screen were in.
you shook your head choosing to walk away, "sure you have, you've certainly been looking in the wrong place" you muttered while he scrambled after you, "i have a question"
you glanced over your shoulder, "about what Cas?" you responded, already preparing for whatever this man was about to utter.
"it's about the female anatomy"
you stopped in your steps and turned around to face him, "...yes?" you questioned, narrowing your eyes.
he cleared his throat, glancing down before meeting your eyes, "in that video, the pizza man was touching her and it appeared that this liquid shot out of her. Is that possible?" he inquired.
it took you a second, once again, to process his words. when you did, you flushed, heat rushing through your face. your throat suddenly felt dry as you stumbled over an answer, "you mean squirting?" you blurted.
his brows furrowed and tilted his head in that puppy like innocence he always had, "is that what you call it?" he contemplated this for a minute while you stood there, heart racing.
he then stepped forward into your space causing you to tense at the proximity. the intensity of his gaze caused heat to pool low in your belly, "so it wasn't fabricated?" his voice was low.
you once again gaped, trying to look anywhere but his dark stare, "i- i mean most of the porn is laid on thick for views but it is a real thing yes" you stammered, eyes wide as the musky scent of him filled your nostrils.
suddenly his eyes narrowed and you watched as he angled his head down and sniffed. your heart dropped in horror.
"your arousal..." he murmured, eyes glancing towards your parted lips, "i can smell it" he inhaled again.
his gaze darkened as you froze, mortified simultaneously feeling the slick gathering in your panties. his hands came up, settling on your hips and gently pushed you back against the wall causing you to let out a small gasp. the lust haze filling your brain almost let a moan slip at the contact of his big strong hands man handling you.
"i would like to try, if that's alright" he suggested, voice low with his own seduction.
the suggestion took you by complete surprise and you could only stare, baffled.
"I'm going to need your words sweet girl" he prompted, husky with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
the shaky exhale and the tiny nod you gave him was all permission he needed before he took you by the waist and roughly guided to your bedroom. your heart raced with anticipation, a thrill shivered down your spine.
there was a flutter in your stomach as he closed the door behind him, click. he locked it and turned back to you. he approached slowly, that angel like innocence being replaced by a predatory hunger in his eyes.
you tensed again when he stopped in front of you, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, "easy," he soothed and buried his nose in your neck, inhaling again.
he captured your lips in a kiss, hand cupping your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed coaxing circles before he gently laid you down on the bed so that your lower half was hanging off. you couldn't help the small whine that escaped when he kneeled in front of you.
god he looked divine, lidded eyes staring up at you dark and ravenous. hair that was going to be tousled soon no doubt as you needed something to hold onto. lips plump and swollen from the kiss. his warm hands stroked up your thighs, gripping them tightly and pulled you closer.
"what are your limitations?" he suddenly asked.
you blinked at him, "... what?"
"how many rounds can you handle?" he clarified.
you swallowed thickly, "yes" you answered without thought.
a humourous huff escaped him, "words baby"
"I don't mind" you replied more sure of yourself. he nodded, pleased with the answer and tugged your pants down in a smooth motion.
you startled slightly. you had forgotten for a moment how strong angels are. you didn't get a chance to react as he suddenly spread your thighs and buried his nose against your covered pussy, inhaling again, a low groan escaping him. his lips brushed the wet spot gathered there.
your head tilted back, lips parting, "Cas...please"
god, the need was too much. the ache in your cunt was begging to be relieved. he pulled back, the juices that had soaked through causing strings of slick to stretch from his lips. you moaned at the sight, one hand coming up to tug at his hair.
his hands tightened on your upper thighs at the sound of your moan, eyes flickering up briefly before tugging down your panties. wordlessly he stuffed them into the pocket of his trench coat. you watch as he positioned your legs over his shoulders and paused at the sight of your glistening pussy, as swollen and pink.
"already so wet" he remarked with reverence watching as slick pooled onto the sheets below.
without warning he swiped his tongue through your folds up towards your clit. you gasped in pleasure, falling back into the sheets in bliss. he pulled back momentarily with a groan of your name, "you taste divine" he said, awe filling his eyes.
he dove back in like a man starved, slurping up your juices obscenely while white hot pleasure weakened you, squirming beneath his hold. you cried out, "Cass...god" you breathed.
the rumble he let out sent vibrations through you, "god wouldn't be able to make you feel this way sweetheart" he teased before his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.
you cry out again, the pleasure already building in your belly. your hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place as you whine.
you came suddenly with a loud call of his name. he made a low pleased sound in the back of his throat, tongue not slowing down as he coaxed you through it. you didn't get a chance to catch your breath as he slid two fingers into your sopping hole without warning. thick, filling you up so good.
you whimpered at the intrusion, only able to voice barley coherent words as he pumped them, lips working in unison as he continued to swirl your clit. the other hand splayed across your stomach, keeping you in place.
you came again, cum coating his chin as he hummed, "that's it" he murmured against your puffy clit. by this point your eyes were teary from overwhelm as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you. you clenched around him and he sucked a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his fingers.
he added a third finger, stretching you out. you writhed beneath him, "please...Cass please" you pleaded, for what you didn't know. you just knew you needed more.
his teeth grazed your sensitive bud and you flinched, back arching at the strange sensation causing his hand to knead your belly in response, soothing. he pulled back briefly, face flushed and his tongue darted out to flick your clit. kitten licks as he looked up at you, watching as your face scrunched in pleasure while you gushed around him.
wet obscene sounds filled the room, squelches which seemed to redden his cheeks as his eyes watched your expressions with fascination.
the coil in your belly snapped again, your vision going white and his lips wrapped around you again, sucking harshly. you're crying at this point, squirming helplessly against him with pleading.
"Cass... too much" you gasped but he knew you didn't really mean it.
his lips quirked again when your thighs squeezed around his head, tears streaming down your face and reduced to a babbling mess. he added a fourth finger and you moaned loudly at the stretch.
another strange pressure built in your belly and you tried to push him away, "Cass wait" you gasped but he didn't let up, this only encouraged him as his eyes lit up.
his lips sucked roughly, his fingers speeding up angling his wrists to hit your spot deeper, more relentlessly. your mouth fell open in a guttural whine and he blushed.
then the pressure snapped. for a moment you couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything as white clouded your vision. an unbearable climax as a clear white liquid forcing his fingers out, coating his chin, neck and chest while he watched with a grin, eyes wide with captivation.
your hands, tight in his hair finally loosened as you struggled to catch your breath. he slowly stood, lowering your sore thighs gently and you whined. he shushed you softly, leaning over and cupping your cheeks, "you were amazing" he praised causing you to giggle helplessly.
"next time we'll test how many times i can make you squirt"
your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat in thrill and chuckled nervously while he stroked your cheeks, staring down with adoration.
you catch yourself staring at castiel. he’s perfectly still, eyes fixed on something in the distance, looking so intensely focused that you wonder if he’s even blinking.
“cas,” you say quietly.
he turns his head almost immediately. “yes?”
instead of answering, you step closer and lift your hand toward his face. he doesn’t flinch, only watches you with open curiosity as your thumb settles gently between his brows. “you’re doing it again,” you murmur.
“doing what?”
“frowning.”
“I am not frowning,” he replies with complete sincerity, somehow managing to make the crease even worse. you can’t help smiling. “you literally just did.”
his blue eyes narrow ever so slightly as if trying to verify your claim. "I don’t believe I have conscious control over that particular expression.”
you step into his space anyway, lifting your hand until your fingertips rest lightly between his brows. he watches you with curiosity, blue eyes tracking every tiny movement as if trying to understand the purpose behind it. he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he grows even stiller.
using nothing more than your thumb, you smooth over the crease with slow little strokes. then your fingers drift to the side of his face, gently brushing along the tense line of his jaw. “and this,” you whisper, barely smiling, “stop trying to bite through your own teeth.”
“I was unaware I was doing that,” he admits in the same earnest tone he uses for everything.
“you always do.”
unconsciously, castiel leans the smallest amount into your touch. you feel it immediately - the careful shift of his weight, the way his jaw relaxes beneath your fingertips instead of resisting. his eyes soften, and the crease slowly disappears.
“there,” you say quietly. “that’s better.”
he remains close, making no effort to step back now that your hand has stilled against his face. “you appear pleased with the result.”
“I am.”
“then I suppose,” he says after a thoughtful pause, “I should allow you to continue whenever you notice it.”
you laugh under your breath. “are you asking me to?”
another pause. his gaze flicks down to your hand and then back to your face. “…yes.” he thinks about it for a second.
the answer is so direct that it catches you off guard. your smile grows warmer as you brush your thumb over the spot one last time, and this time he closes his eyes for the briefest moment. when they open again, the tension is gone from his expression entirely, replaced by something softer that almost nobody else ever gets to see.
from then on, it becomes a habit neither of you acknowledges aloud. whenever that little crease appears or his jaw tightens without him realizing, you reach up to smooth it away. and every single time, no matter what he’s thinking about, castiel goes quiet and unconsciously leans into your hand as though your touch is the one thing capable of convincing him to finally let go.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Castiel is struck by his devotion to you. He's heard his name whispered in prayers for eons, but having it fall from your lips brings him to his knees.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He follows you everywhere like a personal shoulder angel. When you're out of sight, he gets restless. He knows you need space but decides, "thirty minutes should be enough time alone," and then you'll hear the flutter of wings.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He steals kisses all the time, and they're always impromptu. The Winchesters will be detailing your next hunt, and Cas will pull you close and plant one on you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You pulled him by the tie once, and he's still not over it. He felt so attracted to you afterward. He hopes you'll do it again.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Cas loves when the smell of your perfume lingers on his coat. He'll lift the lapel to his nose and breathe in, smiling softly. He scrunches his brow afterward, perplexed by his own behavior.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Ask Cas for anything, and it's yours. Literally, anything. He cannot fight the impulse to please you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The Winchesters walked in on Cas holding your hand while you slept. Sam shook his head and muttered, “Whipped.” Dean snorted. “Absolutely whipped.”
-a lil summary// dean breaks the bunkers heating system...
Dean x Reader
-word count// 1.2K
-MASTERLIST
(GIF FROM PINTREST)
The bunker was freezing. Usually the heating system was pretty good, you had no complaints. Well... that was until Dean decided to take it upon himself to mess with it, claiming he wanted to 'have the bunker nice and toasty for winter' but of course that wasn't the case... and now you had to suffer for it.
You laid in your room in the bunker, wrapping the thin blanket around your shivering body, cursing the jack ass that was Dean Winchester. You've been thrashing around since midnight, your body covered by your warmest pajamas and fluffy socks- now it's 2:37am and you knew you weren't getting any warmer in here
Deciding to call it quits you shoved the covers off you in a huff, you shuffled your way down to the bunkers cold floors mentally scolding yourself for not putting slippers on over your socks.
You're shocked to already find Dean sat at the table drinking a beer, scrolling on his laptop, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His emerald green eyes catching yours immediately "he-" Dean started "shut up" you cut him off quietly sticking your hand up "you've turned the bunker into freaking winter wonderland. I'm not speaking to you right now" you told him dramatically turning away from him, making your way to the coffee machine
"little late for coffee don't ya think sweetheart?" Dean chuckled at your childish manners "well I wouldn't need to make coffee so late if I was asleep in my usually nice warm bed, but a certain idiot, who shall remain nameless wrecked that" you retaliated making him laugh as he sipped his beer
"Ya know, if you wanna stay warm I hear that body heat is the best way to do that" Dean told you with a sly smirk on his plump lips
You rolled your eyes at his antics "you wish Winchester" you scoffed. Dean shrugged the blanket off his shoulders and stalked his way over to you, a sultry smile on his lips "come on sweetheart, I know you're tired and I know your cold- and I'm sorry, I promise you I'll fix it first thing tomorrow" Dean assured you, whispering in your ear, his chin on your shoulder, his somehow warm hands finding their way around your waist making you lean back into him, the coffee in front of you now long forgotten
"You really promise?" Dean nodded "of course baby, you know I'd do anything for you" he flirted making you giggle, you two weren't officially dating, but there has been a lot of nights you both found comfort in each other in the last 7 months, whether that comes from sex or just holding one and other, it didn't matter, just so long as you were together.
"Your room or mine" you questioned, allowing Dean to lift you into his arms, your legs wrapping tightly around his his hips, already feeling the benefits of body heat "we can go to my room, I got a little something to show you" dean teased making your brows furrow "what'd you do now?" You asked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he carried you down the long hallway to room 11, "you'll see in a second baby" Dean promised, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Alright Winchester, what did you wanna show me?" You questioned as Dean sat you down on his bed, letting you get under the covers "open the cabinet on the nightstand on your left" dean told you with a smile he could barley contain, shaking your head with your own smile. at his eagerness you did as he said and opened the cabinet, furrowing your brows when you found it empty
"it's empty?" You told him watching as his smile only grew bigger "yeah it is... I was thinking maybe you could move your stuff in here. I moved stuff in the drawers around too so the right side is all yours baby" Dean said moving to sit next to you on the bed grabbing your food hand in his "I don't know what to say Dean this is.." you trailed off, you really didn't know what to say, it's not like you were his girlfriend, sure you guys sleep together and one of you usually winds up staying in the others bed... but he's never actually asked you to be his girlfriend, at this point your staring to wonder... what are you guys?
Deans expression turned to that of panic, eyes widen with fear as he starts stuttering over his words "it's too fast isn't, I mean I know we've only been dating for a few months, but I want to fall asleep next to you every night, and wake up still holding you" Dean said squeezing your hands tightly in his but you couldn't help but wonder, were you guys dating this whole fucking time and that idiot didn't say anything to make it clear. Leaning forward to catch his lips in a small kiss before pulling away "I'd love too baby, but I gotta tell you something, you suck at asking girls to be your girlfriend" you finished with another peck to his lips leaving him stunned
"..huh? Did you not know we were dating?" Dean asked through laughs, slapping his shoulder away lightly you giggled "no you idiot, you never said 'oh hey Y/N, wanna be my girlfriend', let alone take me on any dates , or even just out for drinks just us. We were having sex and sleeping together, but I just thought you that's all you wanted. And if that's all I was gonna get with you, well then I was gonna take it" Deans heart was beating against his chest at your confession, pissed at himself for allowing you to think like this,
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry for not making it clear that I want you, but I'm doing it now so, Y/N Y/L/N will you do the honours of continuing to be my girlfriend, and move into my room with me?" Dean asked taking your hands into his, pulling you down to sit next to him on the bed once again "I'd love that" you smiled leaning forward to catch his lips in a slow kiss before pulling away when you felt a cold hand grab your hip
"sorry sweetheart, I really will fix it first thing, c'mon let's get you into bed and warm you up" Dean said rubbing his hands together to heat them up before touching you again. He lead you up to the left side of the bed, furthest away from the door incase of danger in true Dean Winchester fashion
"Even in the safest place in all of Kansas, you still protect" you told him quietly wrapping your arms around each other, heat already radiating through both of you "I'll always protect you, no matter where we are" he promised, placing a small kiss on the top of your head before tucking you tightly against his chest, your body finally feeling the warmth it needed to drift off to a slumber, all you needed was to be in the arms of your boyfriend to get you there.
