It was soooooo adorable !!! So cute and nice and I love to see Dean like this ! Your idea of writing drabbles to show us how they live all together, how Dean acts as a father and the happiness of all of them is such a great idea. I loved this first sneak peek of their lives !!
now that my wife shares my bed
Aaaaaaw c’est sa feeeeemmme ! I mean, it’s his wife, oh I love it, them !
The nightmares almost disappeared anyway.
I love when sleeping next to someone he loves (especially a girl, his girl) the nightmares go away..
But when my tiny princess sneaks up in the room, silent through the dark like a baby ninja, and struggles to climb on the bed to reach me, I don’t remember why I agree. She snuggles up against my chest, her little hand fisting my t-shirt, to hold it against her nose like her comfort blanket, and all my promises to Y/n are forgotten.
I can’t quote your whole drabble but oh my.. I put my hand on my mouth at how cute it is !!! It’s so so nice and I love how you write Dean as a Dad. I can see this scene and my heart melts…
Almost jumping off his chair, and making my heart skip a beat when he almost falls on his face
Oh I love that sentence, the little scared for his son instinct
“Happy Daddy day, Daddy” June says softly, waving her frosted hand at me.
Aaw it’s absolutely adorable !!!
I walk to Y/n to kiss her lips, my boy still relishing his fingers in my arms. On the counter in front of her, a beautiful homemade apple pie.
I love their little family so much… I’m happy that they are happy
How can the other billion people on the planet live without her ?
I always love those little sentences showing Dean in love.
The three little parts on each one of them, the love he has for his daughter, his son and his wife.. It’s sooooo cute, so beautiful and I love that he is happy with them, that he has a little family like this one ! I also love that they live in the bunker like that, that he gets to realize it’s possible to have a family in the life he lives. In the bunker. As hunters.
You are a hunter, you can’t have a baby, and you really don’t want to, especially in this mess…
What if your angel in a trenchcoat had a secret that could maybe make you reconsider it ?
Serie General Warnings : There will be angstandfluffandsmut of course, there also will be swearing but if you know me, you fucking know that. There will be pregnancy related themes and other stuffs that I will detail in the chapters to not spoil my story. Please be 18+
Chapter Warning : FLUFF, Daddy!Dean
WC : 3.7k
Note : For those who are familiar with my work, you might recognize something from another fic. Yes this is my whole plan ;)
The secret is out, What was coming, is what is coming ;) If you wan to know what happens between Knocked upandWhat was coming, you will soon be able to make REQUESTS !
A ray of sun is entering the room, coming right across it, touching my shoulder warmly. The months of June is here, announcing summer.
Ray and June are finally asleep, next to each other in their see-through hospital bed, them too shining through the whole room and announcing the summer of my life…
I have been watching them for an hour in total silence, just hearing some distant movements in the corridor, jumping in surprise every time they move, yawn, fist their little hands… And now I know that I could just stay there my whole life, staring at my own little miracles.
“And now I know that I could just stay there my whole life, staring at my own little miracles.”
IM EMOTIONAAAAL
AAAAH
“I see myself like Ray was a distorting mirror that made everything about me totally lovable.”
COME OOOOON, my bibi Deeeaaan you are lovable toooooo!
“It’s dad” my eyes fill with tears at the word and I wonder if I will one day stop crying.
He realized he is a daaaaaaad. Omg i love this moment!
I love how he is scared to hold them because they are so tiny and fragile. It’s SO CUTE
“I don’t know if I can be part of their gang one day, but I will sure work hard for it.”
Of course you caaaaaan Deaaan!
Sam’s reactiioooon. I’m not crying… my eyes are just sweating…
“A father”
BAAABEEE, omg this is so emotional. I LOVE all this. The emotions the intimacy, I LOOOVVEEE!!!
How he looks at Y/n when Sam’s takes Ray for the first time , he is a wolf but he listens to her. Mama wolf ❤️
I love how you also show the ‘hard’ side of the labor. It isn’t all roses and sunshine. Your lady bits are torn to shreds and breast feeding hurts. And all of it worth for the epic love of this gorgeous family.
And how caring he is with showering together, that intimacy
“Shhh Princess” he whispers, surprising you with the nickname. “You had everything, food, new diaper, clean clothes… We’re going home now, be patient five minutes.”
PRINCESSS YEEEEEEEEESSSS
“I am very honored to be in their lives.” Oh Cas you big doofus, you’re too CUTE FOR WOOORDSSS.
How she talks to them in the library about Dean. About how brave and strong he ks and how loving. YOURE MAKING ME SOB LIKE DEAN IS!
His free hand comes above yours on the twins heads so that he is now caging all three of you protectively.
THIS! Omg I can see this little perfect bubble of love and i am whispering to not disturb them.
I thought I already knew this beautiful family pretty well. But i was so wrong. I got to see this whole new side and I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOVED IT! It was incredibly intimate and so sweet.
And you know I’m really not a baby person and I would neeever want kids. But if it would be anything like the love I felt here. I definitely would.
This is SO so incredible. I wish i was better at reblogs to tell you
Summary: 3 times Dean wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did
The first time Dean felt the urge to lay his lips with your own happened unbeknown to you. it was just a normal day, too normal for the adventurous and crazy life of the Winchesters. and Dean knew, something normal would only mean danger, but it was not a demon making unfair deals nor an Angel trying to take over the earth but a mere smile.
that damn smile
an innocent and bright smile not even address to him. he was peacefully walking back to his room when he happened to glance your way, talking to Castiel and somehow he froze on the spot, totally mesmerized at the sight before him.
He thought his heart was gonna explode when you notice him and offered him an even wider smile.
Sam sat on the corner, laptop on the table watching the whole ordeal with an amused expression.
“Are you okay Dean?” he teased, catching yours and Castiel’s attention, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as the older Winchester cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but you.
“Nothing” Dean manage to let out before briskly walking back to his room. You look at Sam curiously only to be met with a shrug.
~•~
The second time he felt the pull once again happened a few days after, was when he took a break from research, putting the book down on the table to rest his eyes only to land on your sleeping form.
the side of your head resting on top of the open book you were reading, your cheeks squeeze on a cute way, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as you breath softly.
suddenly, he was awestruck, he felt like the air left his body and as if he can see every small detail decorating your face, the way your eyelashes cast a shadow over your cheeks, or the light glistening against your skin.
He felt his eyes trailing down your lips, wanting nothing more than to lean down and collide his lips with yours, countless thoughts running on his mind, how would it felt against his lips, would it be soft or sweet? Maybe both.
He had to snap back to reality as he realizes what he was thinking. He had to pull himself together and focus on research than fantasizing about something he can never have.
But seeing the peaceful look on your face sets his heart at ease, knowing that on their crazy life they had you, reminding themselves there still good around them.
He finds it adorable as you mutter words incoherently in your sleep, he can’t help but smile as he gently and carefully picks you up to put you on the bed.
~•~
The third time happened almost a month after, death and loss were part of their journey but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it happened.
Once again, they loss a close friend over a demon , he acted fine when they had a hunter’s burial but now he can feel the pain eating him alive, the only thing keeping him numb was alcohol on his system.
It was already late at night, Sam already asleep and Cas somewhere looking for ways to solve their problem. The silence of the bunker only adding to the pain on his chest as he took another swing of the alcohol.
It was then that you walk in, quietly seating beside him, your mere presence already making him feel better.
“can’t sleep too?” You asked, grabbing yourself your alcohol, Dean watches you on the corner of his eyes as you took a swing of the beer.
It was then that he saw your eyes swollen red from crying, and he suddenly realizes it’s not just him feeling like crap for not being able to save a life.
“it’s not your fault” he muttered, his ruff voice catching your attention but you didn’t turn back to him, but sadly stare at your hands.
You let out a deep sigh, “how can it not be, I was with him, but I-”
“Hey, hey!” Dean Interrupted, reaching out his hands and placing them on your cheeks to make you look at him. “Don’t ever blame yourself for this, or anything, you didn’t do anything wrong”
The moment Dean saw tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, he wanted nothing to do more than kiss the pain away from your sad and broken eyes. He wished nothing more his whole life than make you happy in this instance.
But instead of a kiss, he refrained himself and wipe the tears away before pulling you in for a hug.
~•~
Dean Winchester was never known for his patience, but when it comes to you he tries as much as possible.
But there’s not much a guy can hold in.
His eyes are hard as he glares at Ketch, his jaw clench in anger, the British man unaware of the daggers directed at him as he was busy flirting to you.
Dean knew he was on way too deep, he kept denying to himself his not in love with you, but one long and meaningful talk with his brother had him admitting he was in love.
He always refrained himself from acting and blurring his feeling in front of you, but there’s no way he’s gonna seat still while a British man steals you away.
Jealousy bubbled up as he continues to watch your lips move, talking and laughing to something Ketch said. He tries to hold it in, he really did. But the moment he saw Ketch reach out towards you, his stomach twisted in rage.
Before he knew it, he was striding towards you two, hands clenched in anger. “Alright, that’s it, keep your hands to yourself”
Dean gritted, ripping Ketch’s hands off you before placing himself between you and Ketch.
“I don’t see the problem in here, as much as I know you and this lovely young lady is not in a relationship” Ketch politely mock,
Dean opened his mouth only to close it back again as he can’t seem to find the right words to say without breaking it you that he loves you.
Ketch raise a mocking eyebrow at him,
“Guys, what’s going on?” He heard you ask as you step on the side, passively looking at the two men.
Dean and Ketch’s exchange looks, Dean glances back and forth between you and Ketch, and he only arrived at one conclusion, there no way he’s gonna let that smug son of a b***ch win.
So without thinking much of it, he reaches out and grabs your cheeks with both hands before leaning down and placing his lips on yours, everything happened so quickly that you stood frozen for a few seconds before you process what’s going in.
Dean Winchester was kissing you. You’re happy to die any moment now.
The kiss was surprisingly short, but the fireworks it elicited was beyond you. It was passionate and filled with every emotion he felt for you. Perfect was not even a word to describe how wonderful it felt.
When he pulled away, Ketch was long gone with a knowing smirk on his lips.
Dean studied you warily, giving you a surprised and apologetic look. He tried restraining himself but seeing you and Ketch together made something snap within himself.
He took your silence as a sign of rejection and he rushed to fill the silence with a conversation, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what went through my head, I’ve liked you ever since and I-”
Before he can finish his rumbles, you snake your hand behind his neck to pull him down, close your eyes, stood on your toes, and place a kiss on his lips.
You broke apart after a moment, stared down at you, pure happiness etched into his face before he broke out in a wide ridiculously happy grin that you can’t help but return.
“that this means…that you..” he mumbled, hesitantly pointing between you and him, that you replied with a chuckle and a nod.
“I like you too Dean, for a very long time now too” you coaxed, voice gentle and soft. You got surprised the moment his arms went around your waist and spun you around, a genuine and wide smile etched in his lips like a kid, and there’s no way you will trade the look on his face right now to anything in the world, and so was he.
Summary: 3 times Dean wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did
The first time Dean felt the urge to lay his lips with your own happened unbeknown to you. it was just a normal day, too normal for the adventurous and crazy life of the Winchesters. and Dean knew, something normal would only mean danger, but it was not a demon making unfair deals nor an Angel trying to take over the earth but a mere smile.
that damn smile
an innocent and bright smile not even address to him. he was peacefully walking back to his room when he happened to glance your way, talking to Castiel and somehow he froze on the spot, totally mesmerized at the sight before him.
He thought his heart was gonna explode when you notice him and offered him an even wider smile.
Sam sat on the corner, laptop on the table watching the whole ordeal with an amused expression.
“Are you okay Dean?” he teased, catching yours and Castiel’s attention, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as the older Winchester cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but you.
“Nothing” Dean manage to let out before briskly walking back to his room. You look at Sam curiously only to be met with a shrug.
~•~
The second time he felt the pull once again happened a few days after, was when he took a break from research, putting the book down on the table to rest his eyes only to land on your sleeping form.
the side of your head resting on top of the open book you were reading, your cheeks squeeze on a cute way, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as you breath softly.
suddenly, he was awestruck, he felt like the air left his body and as if he can see every small detail decorating your face, the way your eyelashes cast a shadow over your cheeks, or the light glistening against your skin.
He felt his eyes trailing down your lips, wanting nothing more than to lean down and collide his lips with yours, countless thoughts running on his mind, how would it felt against his lips, would it be soft or sweet? Maybe both.
He had to snap back to reality as he realizes what he was thinking. He had to pull himself together and focus on research than fantasizing about something he can never have.
But seeing the peaceful look on your face sets his heart at ease, knowing that on their crazy life they had you, reminding themselves there still good around them.
He finds it adorable as you mutter words incoherently in your sleep, he can’t help but smile as he gently and carefully picks you up to put you on the bed.
~•~
The third time happened almost a month after, death and loss were part of their journey but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it happened.
Once again, they loss a close friend over a demon , he acted fine when they had a hunter’s burial but now he can feel the pain eating him alive, the only thing keeping him numb was alcohol on his system.
It was already late at night, Sam already asleep and Cas somewhere looking for ways to solve their problem. The silence of the bunker only adding to the pain on his chest as he took another swing of the alcohol.
It was then that you walk in, quietly seating beside him, your mere presence already making him feel better.
“can’t sleep too?” You asked, grabbing yourself your alcohol, Dean watches you on the corner of his eyes as you took a swing of the beer.
It was then that he saw your eyes swollen red from crying, and he suddenly realizes it’s not just him feeling like crap for not being able to save a life.
“it’s not your fault” he muttered, his ruff voice catching your attention but you didn’t turn back to him, but sadly stare at your hands.
You let out a deep sigh, “how can it not be, I was with him, but I-”
“Hey, hey!” Dean Interrupted, reaching out his hands and placing them on your cheeks to make you look at him. “Don’t ever blame yourself for this, or anything, you didn’t do anything wrong”
The moment Dean saw tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, he wanted nothing to do more than kiss the pain away from your sad and broken eyes. He wished nothing more his whole life than make you happy in this instance.
But instead of a kiss, he refrained himself and wipe the tears away before pulling you in for a hug.
~•~
Dean Winchester was never known for his patience, but when it comes to you he tries as much as possible.
But there’s not much a guy can hold in.
His eyes are hard as he glares at Ketch, his jaw clench in anger, the British man unaware of the daggers directed at him as he was busy flirting to you.
Dean knew he was on way too deep, he kept denying to himself his not in love with you, but one long and meaningful talk with his brother had him admitting he was in love.
He always refrained himself from acting and blurring his feeling in front of you, but there’s no way he’s gonna seat still while a British man steals you away.
Jealousy bubbled up as he continues to watch your lips move, talking and laughing to something Ketch said. He tries to hold it in, he really did. But the moment he saw Ketch reach out towards you, his stomach twisted in rage.
Before he knew it, he was striding towards you two, hands clenched in anger. “Alright, that’s it, keep your hands to yourself”
Dean gritted, ripping Ketch’s hands off you before placing himself between you and Ketch.
“I don’t see the problem in here, as much as I know you and this lovely young lady is not in a relationship” Ketch politely mock,
Dean opened his mouth only to close it back again as he can’t seem to find the right words to say without breaking it you that he loves you.
Ketch raise a mocking eyebrow at him,
“Guys, what’s going on?” He heard you ask as you step on the side, passively looking at the two men.
Dean and Ketch’s exchange looks, Dean glances back and forth between you and Ketch, and he only arrived at one conclusion, there no way he’s gonna let that smug son of a b***ch win.
So without thinking much of it, he reaches out and grabs your cheeks with both hands before leaning down and placing his lips on yours, everything happened so quickly that you stood frozen for a few seconds before you process what’s going in.
Dean Winchester was kissing you. You’re happy to die any moment now.
The kiss was surprisingly short, but the fireworks it elicited was beyond you. It was passionate and filled with every emotion he felt for you. Perfect was not even a word to describe how wonderful it felt.
When he pulled away, Ketch was long gone with a knowing smirk on his lips.
Dean studied you warily, giving you a surprised and apologetic look. He tried restraining himself but seeing you and Ketch together made something snap within himself.
He took your silence as a sign of rejection and he rushed to fill the silence with a conversation, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what went through my head, I’ve liked you ever since and I-”
Before he can finish his rumbles, you snake your hand behind his neck to pull him down, close your eyes, stood on your toes, and place a kiss on his lips.
You broke apart after a moment, stared down at you, pure happiness etched into his face before he broke out in a wide ridiculously happy grin that you can’t help but return.
“that this means…that you..” he mumbled, hesitantly pointing between you and him, that you replied with a chuckle and a nod.
“I like you too Dean, for a very long time now too” you coaxed, voice gentle and soft. You got surprised the moment his arms went around your waist and spun you around, a genuine and wide smile etched in his lips like a kid, and there’s no way you will trade the look on his face right now to anything in the world, and so was he.
Summary: searching for the mystery kisser after one blackout in the bunker.
You had always been afraid of the dark, ever since you were a kid the thought of being alone in the dark makes you feel suffocated, never knowing what’s around you.
as a hunter, your fear had interfered with your hunting more than you can count but the thought of killing monsters and saving a life fuels your adrenaline and overcome your fear.
at night, to be able to sleep you would sleep with the bedside lamp open or just randomly open your phone’s flashlight. your fear was of course known by the other occupants of the house.
Sam would leave lights on the hallways in case you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Cass got you some stuffed toys to help you in tough times. Jack helped you redecorate your room to make it more warm and comfortable to sleep in, while Dean installed a light inside Baby in case you travel during the night for a hunt.
eventually, you overcome your fear thanks to their help, to the point that you can now travel at night, given that you’re with someone. the only thing left to overcome was being alone in the dark. everything was perfect, no panic or anxiety attack for as long as you can remember. that is until you were alone in the library, reading a random book about monsters when suddenly the light died down, engulfing your whole sight with darkness.
“What the hell!?”
with shaking hands you scrambled around your seat, looking for your phone on the table, quickly tapping on the flashlight icon. the little light providing you with a little sense of comfort.
your loud heart thudding on your chest pounded on your ears. you wanted to move and ran somewhere but you were frozen on your spot, not able to move with your shaky legs. the thought of walking in the dark, not knowing what could jump on you sends all reasoning on the drain.
you felt you stop breathing when you heard a noise behind you.
“wh–who–whose there?” you meekly threatened, more surprised that you manage to let it out.
when you were greeted by silence, you let out a slow, deep and shaky breath, clutching your phone in your hand as your brain starts playing in your mind of what could happen in the dark.
you quickly turned around when you heard footsteps behind you, but when you move the phone from one side to another, there was nowhere there. plunging you deeper into your fear.
by now, you can feel the hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath as much as you can, followed by uncontrollable sobbing.
with shaky legs, you were sure to collapse but then you felt someone grab your shoulder, jolting you in surprise, sending your phone flying away as you began to thrust an attempt to push whoever it was but the hold on you tightens as you were now wheezing, feeling like you were drowning.
“It’s okay, I got you” you heard the mystery person say calming you a little bit but the wheezing didn’t stop as you were a sobbing mess.
seeing you weren’t calming down, and the other person has no idea what to do. he did the only thing he knows.
you felt someone’s lips on you, the shock sending your heart thudding for a different reason. his lips were soft and gentle as if he was afraid one more push and you’ll break, the hands wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek send a feeling of protection.
there were fireworks, you definitely felt it, sparks you read countless times in books and now you knew what exactly it felt.
“what?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.
a sense of drowning overcome you once again when you felt the other person disappear, his touch lingering on the skin he touches you. but just then, the lights came back finding yourself alone in the library, your phone on the floor, flashlight still on.
at first, you thought it wasn’t real but you knew that spark and fireworks were definitely real.
»»–⍟–««
“say it again,” you asked Sam for the fifth time, this time you closed your eyes as you try to recollect the feeling of your mystery kisser that night.
“ It’s okay…ah I got you?” Sam stiffly said, as if he was reading a script, his hand awkwardly on your waist the other on your cheeks.
“say it with more feelings, as you mean it” you spoke, furrowing your eyebrows at Sam who towers above you. that night, your mind was clouded and foggy, you can’t remember his tone but you knew can hear his words repeating on your head over and over.
Sam chuckled, pulling his hand away from you before stuffing them on his side. “what’s this really about Y/n?” he asked, making you sigh in disappointment, but a big part of you relive that it was not Sam at all.
“well, the other day….” then you began to explain to Sam what happened, the two of you seat in front of each other, both of you enjoying the warm coffee and breakfast he made since he wakes up super early.
“that’s interesting,” Sam said with a laugh “but I know for a fact it’s not me” “I already know it’s not you, you’re too big” you rolled your eyes at him. but just then, Dean came waltzing on the kitchen on his signature robe, a beaming smile on his face.
“I bet it’s the first time you heard a girl say that to you” Dean teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother who gave his famous bitch face to Dean.
“Dean, perfect timing” you exclaimed, ignoring the coming bickering between them.
Dean raised an eyebrow at you as he pours himself a cup of coffee, making it a sign to continue, you focus all your attention on him. a super huge part of you hoping it was him.
“Where were you the other day? when there was a blackout?” you asked
“ahh, I was with Cas for a supply run, why?” Dean mumbled, a slight disappointment filing up your heart, while Sam gave a suspicious look to his brother like he knew something you didn’t.
“really? then that just leaves Jack but I doubt Jack would do that to me” you frowned, not knowing what to say if it was ever Jack. but you doubt that it was the kid at all.
with newfound information, you finish your breakfast and decided to leave to continue your investigation of the mystery kisser.
“But I’ll ask to be sure, if it’s not Jack then we have to bless this bunker because I won’t stay in here knowing there’s a wandering ghost”
»»–⍟–««
talking with Jack, it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t him, you already doubt it was him but you just needed to confirm it with your own ears. walking back to the kitchen, your mind kept playing detective on you.
if it isn’t Sam, Dean or Jack then that leaves Cas, but according to Dean, he and Cas were on a supply run so whoever the mystery kisser is it might not be one of your housemates.
“guys I think there’s a ghost on the bunker, we really should ask Cas to check for an evil spirit on here” you exclaimed, already tuning to the kitchen, only to be greeted by Cas in front of you.
“there’s a protective barrier on this place so I assure you there’s no evil spirit” Cas explained in his monotone voice, causing you to chuckled at the innocent angel.
“I know Cas, it’s just something weird happened” you laugh, walking around him to go to the cupboards.
“Y/n we hunt monsters for a living, I don’t think a ghost living in a bunker can spook us” Sam commented, still seating to where you left him
“hey, this is supposed to be our hideout, I don’t want a ghost wandering around” you laughed once again.
you stop in your tracks as you opened the cupboards one after the other, finding it empty.
“Hey, Dean?” you called, turning around to face Dean who was stuffing himself with bacon.
“what?”
you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at the once empty cupboards once again before turning to Dean.
“you said you and Cas went supply run the other day, but why is this place almost empty?” you asked, causing Dean to choke midway on his eating, Sam quickly passing him a glass of water.
Meanwhile, Cas tilted his head at you, a curious and confuse look on his face.
“I wasn’t with Dean the other day” he mumbled
“I think you have an amnesia dude” Dean quickly replied, after recovering at his choking a while ago.
“I’m not,” Cas said turning to Dean with a confused look “why are you making that face at me?”
Dean’s face drop in frustration at his friend’s lack of understanding. sensing the atmosphere and already putting the two and two together, Sam stood up and pushed the angel out the kitchen.
“came on Cas, let’s give them some space” Sam urged
“space? like some air?” you heard the angel say before their voices disappear into the distance.
meanwhile, an air of awkwardness was left between you and Dean, he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you.
“so it was you?” you smirk, feeling great relief that it was Dean.
“ what’s the point of lying, yes it was me” he admitted, still looking everywhere except you.
slowly, you took a step towards him, hands on your back but eyes never leaving his.
“was it just your way of calming me down? because if it is, then you suck at it, big time” you laugh, Dean’s eyes snapping quickly at yours.
“what?! no! you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you, not just that night but every single day ever since you walk in our life, I have been holding myself back ever since” he angrily explained, stepping towards you until you two were standing in front of each other.
finally, he looked down at you, eyes boring into yours, this was what he was afraid of, once he stares at that innocent and kind eyes his afraid he wouldn’t be able to take it away.
“then don’t hold back” you mumbled and that was all it took for him to lean down and pressed his lips on yours. the fireworks and the sparks intensifying every second.
“We got to make up for the lost time” Dean mumbled after he pulled away, resting his forehead in yours.
