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You say my name with such joy darlin’. It’s like you rarely ever see me. Yet I’m pretty sure you were screaming my name the other night. Oh wait I’m sure you were saying something else too. Like don’t stop. And darling if I’m taking care of you I’ll never stop. But you have be good for me you understand me? Tell me you understand. -Mr. Winchester
Of course, Dean, I understand. I must’ve hit my head harder than I thought.
I can be good, I promise.
Look, you have to be more careful, i can’t keep saving your ass everytime you come on a hunt. That vamp almost took you out. *grabs your chin and looks you over* so be a good girl and let me take care of this cut now. -Mr. Winchester
Oh.... oh god. Oh my Lanta. Oh my stars. Dean?
A smirk playing devilishly across his face, he looks you over and sighs as he bandages you up. “Well darlin’ you did get hit pretty hard. I guess I’ll just have to make sure you lay down and are taken care of at home.” He leaned close, so you could smell his cologne as he whispered in your ear. “And let my lips find where you want me the most. Isn’t that a good idea princess?”
My legs always turn to jelly whenever he’s that close to me. I lean against him and sigh.
“That sounds like an amazing idea. Take me home, Dean.”
Knowing you were putty in his hands he tapped your thigh to tell you to get up and head to baby. “Come on princess. Let’s head home so i can, i uh mean, you can relax and calm down from the hunt.” Hunts always made him horny. He knew he was going to get some good stuff out of his girl after the adrenaline of the hunt. “I bet your just waiting for feel me against you. To suck my cock like the good girl you are? Maybe I’ll give my princess some extra fun tonight.”
“I don’t think I’m up for sucking any cock,” I grimaced, holding my hand to the lump on my head. The deer-in-the-headlights look on his face though when I said that pushed me into reassurance mode.
“But I for sure want to feel you inside me, babe. I could use a good fuck.”
"I'm bored and you're ticklish and easy to scare so that's why." Dean glances at the TV screen where the clown is laughing manically and mimics the laugh.
“What happened- fuck- geddoff- to the movie you switched- stop!” Desperation was growing until he really sought to kick the other hard enough to at least jolt him for a moment, trying to push himself up over the arm of the couch.
"Not a chance." Dean's smiling, continuing to tickle him. "You're totally still a kid dude. I'm 19, that makes you definitely a kid an' about ta cry uncle."
“What kind of -nineteen year old- tickles his fifteen- year old brother anyway?” He questioned, yelping as he tried to jerk away, only to drive himself into the corner- another swift heel kick to the thigh. Breathless, the second snort escaped him. “Don’t have any uncles, jackass.”
"Sammy, it doesn't matter if you're a kid or not." Dean grins widely "you're so damn ticklish." He continues tickling Sam. "You'll always be a kid to me little bro."
Pushing harder with his leg, and even giving soft kicks with his heel, he snorted, trying his best not to actually laugh. The problem was that Dean knew exactly where it was, and it was hard enough keeping him from keeping it away. “Well- I’m- fuck- not a kid, and you gotta face that- stoppit- one day.”
" 'S that a threat?" Dean starts tickling him.
“Might be.” The answer was anything but serious, before he snorted, trying to wiggle away a little from the fingers running over his flesh, his leg sticking out and pushing against Dean’s thigh to push him farther away. “I’m- I’m not a kid-”
