#jodie steele gif hunt

[kaleldobrev]

Days Like These

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Dean decide to spend the day in while it's raining outside.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Lots and lots of fluff

Authors Note: It's been raining a lot here lately, and even though I've been going to work, something I much rather do is spend the day in bed cuddling with a Winchester (Dean specifically) | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The Bunker usually didn’t make a lot of noise, but on occasion you would be able to hear the muffled pitter patter of the rain. On rainy days like these, you and Dean would spend the day in, mostly tucked away and cuddled in bed while the rest of the world had to take care of itself for a while. Netflix, Dean’s version of chicken noodle soup, some ginger ale, your famed grilled cheese, tender kisses, and massages: those were the things that waited for you on days like these.

Waking up, your favorite day had already started. Dean’s arms were wrapped around you in a steel embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder; and your legs were intertwined. Soft snores escaped from Dean; and you had weirdly loved the sound. You knew it meant that he was fast asleep, deep asleep; and you were happy that he could have moments like these. More often than not, especially lately, he hasn’t been able to sleep like this. Lately, you had found yourself alone in bed, his side already made as he had been up for hours already. You were thankful it wasn’t one of those days.

A soft kiss was placed on your shoulder, and your eyes fluttered open, smiling tiredly. “Morning Pumpkin.” You said.

“Morning Gorgeous.” He said, placing another tender kiss on your shoulder. You turned ever so slightly, so you could get a better look at the man next to you. His bed head and morning stubble were a few of your favorite things. “What?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Nothin’. Just…” You rubbed your thumb gently on his cheek. “I really love you, you know that?” Initially when you had met Dean, there were no romantic feelings; they were strictly platonic. You had met the boys through Jody several years ago, her telling you that they were good people, good hunters. Upon meeting them the first time, you had gotten along with Sam right away because you had found his energy more favorable; it was so easy to be around him. But when it came to Dean, his energy was vastly different; almost hard to be around him. Although he had tried to flirt with you upon your first meeting, you wanted nothing to do with him in that way. Yes, you had found him to be attractive, but one-night stands and meaningless sex wasn’t your thing – but you knew it was for him. Over the course of time that you had known him, your platonic feelings for him shifted, and shifted in a very unexpected way. When you had found yourself hurt after a hunt, Dean was the one to take care of you. You had seen a different side of him then; a side that you had wanted to see more of. Eventually, he let you in.

Dean smiled, one of the most genuine smiles you’ve seen from him in a while. “I love you too.” He leaned down and kissed you on the lips this time; and you couldn’t help but deepen it.

It was moments like these that Dean had loved the most, even though he loved every single moment he got to have with you. It was moments like these where he was able to let his guard down and actually be himself. When he had first met you, he did flirt with you; he couldn’t help himself. But you seemed to want nothing to do with him – at least romantically anyway. He gave up then, gave up trying to make any advances toward you, but he had found himself struggling to try and keep it platonic. Eventually, somehow, he started to slowly notice that your feelings for him were straying far from platonic, and starting to enter romantic territory. He already started to slowly let you in, but found himself starting to let you in more, knowing that you had no plans on going anywhere.

“So, I was thinking…” You began to say. You were on top of Dean now, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Since it’s raining today…I’d like for us to spend the day in.”

Dean smiled. “The usual? Chicken noodle soup, grilled cheese, ginger ale…” he trailed off and kissed your lips. “Some of those and maybe” he smacked your ass and you met you the tiniest yelp “some of that.” He grinned.

“Always.” You kissed his lips again. “And maybe some Netflix too.”

“Oh, we definitely can’t forget about Netflix.” He grinned. “You know, we do have to find a new show to watch.”

You and Dean were sitting up in bed now, a tray of food and drinks in front of you. The two of you had decided on a baking show; something that certainly wasn’t his first choice, but something that he didn’t seem completely against watching either. “She better not take that pie out of the oven yet…And she took the pie out of the oven.” Dean rolled his eyes, taking a large spoonful of his soup.

“It’s fucking underbaked. Don’t know how she couldn’t have seen that.” You chimed in, you too taking a large spoonful of soup.

“If I was on this show, that would have never happened.” Dean said. His comment made you chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” You shook your head. Dean gave you ‘the look.’ “It’s just…I think it’s kinda cute that you’re picturing yourself on this baking show.” You gave him a smile before pinching his cheeks. “My little baker.” He slapped your hand away playfully before rolling his eyes.

“Okay, she’s definitely going home. There’s no way she’s not. Not only was her pie underbaked, she forgot the main ingredient when making churros.” You said, placing your empty soup bowl back onto the tray along with your spoon.

“No, no. The other guy is. He burnt his pie and he didn’t have all of his churros on the plate.” Dean said.

“You really think he’s gonna go home? After all the things she fucked up today?” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve watched enough seasons of this show to know that they would rather send someone home for an underbaked pie than a burnt one. And! Might I add, she forgot a major ingredient! That guy didn’t!” You didn’t care if either of these people went home, as your favorite baker actually won the pie challenge and the churro challenge.

“Can you unpause it so we can see that I’m right?” Dean said, almost proudly. You had almost forgotten that you had paused the show so the two of you could go on with your little debate.

“Fine fine. But Margot is going home.” You said unpausing the show.

“Wrong. Tony is.” Dean said.

“What did I tell you!? It was Margot! I told you she was going home!” You practically cheered, but Dean just rolled his eyes.

“Well good for you.” His voice almost childish sounding.

You patted Dean on the shoulder. “You’ll get ‘em next time babe.” You smiled, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

Once Netflix had started rolling the credits and had started the next episode, you paused it so you could bring the dishes of empty food into the kitchen to wash it real quick. Bringing the tray close to your side of the bed, Dean stopped you, pulling the tray toward him.

“Don’t worry. I got it Sweetness.” Dean said, fully grabbing the tray in his hands.

“Thank you.” You smiled, getting back under the covers while Dean took the tray of dirty dishes into the kitchen.

About fifteen minutes had gone by, and Dean still wasn’t back from the kitchen yet. About to get up from the bed to go and check on him, the bedroom door had opened, and Dean walked in with two ice cream cones; each with a scoop of yours and his favorite flavors. You felt your face light up as he handed you your cone, instantly taking a lick. “Hmmm.”

Dean got back into bed next to you, silently chuckling to himself. “Want me to leave you two alone?”

“You might have to. This tastes better than sex.” You winked.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended or not.” Dean said, taking a lick from his own cone now.

“To be fair, you believe that bacon cheeseburgers are better than sex and you don’t hear me saying anything.” You took another lick, and Dean shrugged as if to say, ‘Fair enough.’

Despite it being a very simple day, it was days like these that you had loved; because you really didn’t need a lot in life to be happy. You were more than happy to just spend the day in with the man you loved, two ice cream cones between you, under the covers, watching some Netflix. What more could you possibly want?

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[crossoverworldtree]

Tremors: The Series

Name: Burt Gummer Motivation: Keep off the Government's radar Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 3, Dex 4, Con 5, Int 3, Per 4, Will 4 Ability Scores: Muscle 12, Combat 12, Brains 12 Life Points: 57 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Adversary (Enemies of Perfection), Contacts (Governmental) 1, Honorable (serious), Mild Cruelty, Demon Hunter (Exception: El Blanco), Severe Obsession (Guns and Firepower), Fast Reaction Time, Nerves of Steel, Hard to Kill 5, Mild Paranoia (Against Government control), +3 Mr. Fix It, Resources (Hurting), +4 Gun Fu

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Punch - 18 - 11 - Bash Big Knife - 18 - 11 - Slash/Stab Small Pistol - 18 - 14 - Bullet Pistol - 18 - 17 - Bullet Big Ass Pistol - 18 - 23 - Bullet Rifle - 18 - 25 - Bullet Auto-Rifle - 18 - 21 - Bullet Grenade - 18 - 35 - Bash, 25 at 3 yards, 10 at 5 yards Shotgun - 18 - 25 - Bullet SMG - 18 - 17 - Bullet, sprayed Tanq. Gun - 18 - 1 - Narcotic Poison Strength 6 Sniper Rifle - 18 - 25 - Bullet Machine Gun - 18 - 35 - Bullet Elephant Gun - 18 - 30 - Bullet

Burt Gummer is a gun enthusiast and survivalist. He moved to Perfection, Nevada due to its isolation. It turned against him during the first Graboid resurgence. He survived and became an expert in the species--hunting and exterminating all but the sterile El Blanco wherever they appeared (and as long as they covered his ammunition and armaments fees). He hit a particularly rough spot when Graboids returned to Perfection--leading to the (unnecessary) destruction of his first underground bunker. He largely makes ends meet by giving survival training to tourists and hunting strange beasts when asked to by the government.

Name: Tyler Reed Motivation: Make a living, adventure! Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 4, Dex 6, Con 4, Int 3, Per 2, Will 4 Ability Scores: Muscle 14, Combat 14, Brains 10, Life Points: 57 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Hard to Kill 5, +3 Driving, Fast Reaction Time, Attractiveness +1, Athlete, Covetous (Mild Lechery)

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Punch - 14 - 11 - Bash Kick - 13 - 13 - Bash Pistol - 14 - 18 - Bullet Rifle - 14 - 23 - Bullet

An Ex-Nascar driver and Owner of Desert Jacks Tours, Tyler is one of the newest arivals to Perfection, setting himself up as a tourguide. He often finds himself assisting Burt in disposing of the strange beasts that rise up in the valley (thanks to an old Eugenics Wars-era lab being hidden there).

Name: Rosalita Sanchez Motivation: Make a living Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 3, Dex 4, Con 3, Int 2, Per 4, Will 4 Ability Scores: Muscle 12, Combat 14, Brains 10, Life Points: 43 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Attractiveness +4, Minority (Mexican), Emotional Problems (Fear of Rejection), Resistance (Fatigue) 3, Situational Awareness, +2 Acrobatics, Hard to Kill 3

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Punch - 14 - 9 - Bash Kick - 14 - 11 - Bash

This Ex-Vegas showgirl inherited a ranch in Nevada and, when her dancing career seemingly couldn't get any worse, she decided to give ranching a try. Dodging giant predatory worms was unexpected, but she adapted.

Name: Nancy Sterngood Motivation: Art and the Environment Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 2, Dex 4, Con 2, Int 3, Per 4, Will 5 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 12, Brains 14, Life Points: 26 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Artist, Attractiveness +1, Honorable (Serious)

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Dodge - 12 - None - Defense Action

Nancy Sterngood is an artist who went to perfection with her daughter in order to be more in tune with nature to enhance her poetry craft. Unfortunately, to make ends meet these days, she makes Graboid sculptures for the tourists.

Name: Jodi Chang Motivation: The Store Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 2, Dex 2, Con 2, Int 3, Per 3, Will 4 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 10, Brains 12, Life Points: 26 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Covetous (Serious Greed), Contacts (Financial) 2, Honorable (Minimal), Status (Towns only store owner), Situational Awareness

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Dodge - 10 - None - Defence action

Daughter of the late Walter Chang (who coined the name "Graboid"), she has inherited his store and has taken to it like a fish to water. She truly enjoys entrepreneurial endeavors and runs her business quite well. Unfortunately, being the owner of the general store of Perfection, it's often ground zero for the critters that pop out, which is always bad for business. She got to name the third stage in the live cycle: Ass-Blasters.

Name: W. D. Twitchell Motivation: Keep things quiet Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 2, Dex 3, Con 3, Int 3, Per 3, Will 2 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 12, Brains 13, Life Points: 30 Drama Points: 10 Special Abilities: Rank (Agent) Department of Fish and Wildlife, Contacts (Governmental) 2, Contacts (Criminal) 1

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Punch - 12 - 6 - Bash Pistol - 12 - 14 - Bullet

To keep an eye on the 'endangered species' of Perfection (El Blanco), the government sent Twitchle. He's and the locals (even the stubborn Burt) have devloped a mutual-tolerance of each other.

Burt still doesn't like him, though.

Name: Harlowe Winnemucca Motivation: Day to Day life Critter Type: Human Attributes: Str 4, Dex 3, Con 3, Int 2, Per 4, Will 3 Ability Scores: Muscle 14, Combat 12, Brains 12, Life Points: 38 Drama Points: 5 Special Abilities: Buff Guy, Minority (Native American), Nerves of Steel

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Punch - 12 - 10 - Bash

The Native American ranch hand at Rosilita's. He is another recent immigrant to Perfection, and like the others, has grown to love the wide-open desert valley.

Name: Cletus Poffenberger Motivation: Enlightenment in the Wilds Critter Type: Disgraced Scientist Attributes: Str 2, Dex 2, Con 2, Int 5, Per 4, Will 3 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 10, Brains 16, Life Points: 26 Drama Points: 5 Special Abilities: Brainiac, Resources (Poor), Secret (Multiple), Contacts (Supernatural) 2, Contacts (Governmental) 2

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Dodge - 10 - None - Defense Action

Possibly the only surviving scientist from the eugenic-wars lab, he now wanders the desert, living off the land and only occasionally dropping by the general store. He once had a companion from his lab-days: Project 4-12. Unfortunately, it had to be destroyed when the strange beast went wild and attacked both him and the locals of Perfection.

Name: Melvin Plug Motivation: Money and Power Critter Type: Businessman Scum Attributes: Str 2, Dex 2, Con 2, Int 3, Per 4, Will 2 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 10, Brains 14, Life Points: 26 Drama Points: 5 Special Abilities: Resources (Wealthy), Contacts (Governmental) 3, Contacts (Criminal) 1, Cowardice (Mild), Cruel (mild)

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Dodge - 10 - None - Defense Action

The locals have a lot to say about Melvin, none of it is good, or even repeatable in decent conversion. Melvin want to turn Perfection into a pre-fab condo area, but can't develop as long as an endangered species (El Blanco) remains there. He's tried several times to circumvent this problem, but so far he's failed in his plans, but has yet to meet his end at El Blanco's jaws.

Name: Larry Norvel Motivation: Excitement Critter Type: Fanboy Attributes: Str 2, Dex 2, Con 2, Int 3, Per 4, Will 2 Ability Scores: Muscle 10, Combat 10, Brains 12, Life Points: 26 Drama Points: 2 Special Abilities: +4 Usueless Trivia, Misfit, Obsession (Weirdness)

Name - Score - Damage - Notes Dodge - 10 - None - Defense Action

Larry Norvel is a paranormal enthusiast who found his way to perfection in the wake of the lab-escapees and chemical spills that occurred, unleashing a torrent of mutant and altered beasts. He seeks to put together a website detailing the weirdness of Perfection, Nevada.

When Weird US was published, he was one of the consultants for the Nevada section.

[kyber-kisses]

Bone Crushing

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: spn level gore, cursing, Dean being whipped by muscles- you know how it is.

Summary: Sometimes Dean forgets just how strong his best friend is. . . And it may or may not be one of the small factors playing into his crush on you.

A/N: this is me just channeling how I too become whipped by strong women. Please enjoy. The screenshot I based this fic off is at the bottom btw!

This was bad.

This was a huge no no.

It’s a universal truth that you are not supposed to go and catch feelings for your best friend, it’s that simple. You don’t take a joint from a guy named Don, there are no dogs in the car, and you do not develop a dumb crush on your best friend.

What was so hard about following those rules? Specifically the last one?

the answer was easy. You just had to go and be one of the coolest people Dean had ever met didn’t you? You with your dumb jokes and wacky sense of humor, and your kindness and compassion. . . And your dumb muscles.

He felt like a friggin teenage girl that was stunned by some tall hunk. Your muscles weren’t massive by any means but they fit your body well, especially after years of hunting. You were strong as all get out. He had seen you take down demons twice your size and lift up heavy objects with ease.

Dude was almost jealous of your strength if he was gonna be honest.

The moments that really get him though are when you're doing the damn simplest of tasks, like that one morning in the bunker when he watched you open a particularly tight jar in a tank top and your biceps just. . . And then there was that one time up at Jodys place during the Fourth of July when Claire dared you to try and crush a watermelon with your thighs, and that was just an experience within itself. And then there were your hugs, and how you always gave the best ones, sometimes squeezing the air from his lungs. Add that to all the times Dean had let himself be beat by you in sparring and it all equaled one thing:

The man was whipped. and he would be lying if he hadn't thought Please crush me with your biceps more than once.

But you and your muscles were probably the last thing on Deans mind at the moment. . . Seeing as he had been knocked out and chained up by a couple of werewolves in what looked to be a massive storage unit, the massive metal cuffs around his wrists were chained to a bolt in the ceiling, forcing the hunter to stand.

He didn’t know how long he had been out, but when he woke his body jolted, the metal chains rattling slightly as he did. It was dark, the only source of light seeping underneath the heavy duty corrugated door, the type that clearly needed a remote or something to open with how massive the damn thing was.

He had gone out to get food. That was it. He had left you and Sam back at the motel, nose deep in research, saying he would be back in twenty. It had clearly been more than twenty by now. . .but who knew if either of you had realized how long he had been gone.

Yanking on the chains, he turned his gaze upward towards the bolt, squinting in the dark in an attempt to see better, not that it did much good. How he was gonna get out of here, he didn’t have a clue.

God, if he managed to get out of here intact, you were gonna make fun of him for this for years to come. The great Dean Winchester, bested by a couple of werewolves.

Dean spent the next half hour continually pulling on the damn chains, but it was no use. They were bolted in place, the rattling links being his only companion in the dark space. The wolves had yet to come back, no doubt planning all the brilliant ways they could off him, because if you manage to capture a Winchester is something you’re gonna wanna revel in.

Eventually he gave up, instead counting the minutes so he had something to do.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

He was about to hit the fifteen minute mark on his counting when he heard it. A round of gunshots echoing somewhere in the near distance, accompanied by a series of shouts.

Dean watched as a shadow quickly passed by the door and he let out a yell, doing his best to make sure whoever it was heard him through the steel door. A second passed and then the shadow backtracked.

“Dean?”

“Y/N? Oh thank god.”

“I’ll get you out of there, just a sec-“

“Doors pretty damn heavy, I think you need a remote or something to ope—“ Dean was cut off as the wheels squealed in their tracks as you pulled up the door, fingers curling around the bottom as you did. Once open far enough, you ducked and rolled into the room, the metal door slamming against the floor behind you.

“H-how-“

“What?” Groping the walls for a light switch, you finally flicked one, the room lighting up all at once. You spun around, sending him a smile. “There you are.”

“Mmhmmm-“ Dean hummed, doing his best he to not hint at the sudden squeaky high pitched noise that left his throat.. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Well-“ taking a deep breath you squatted down, pulling off your backpack to rifle through it. “Mr. I’ll leave my phone back at the motel. I put a small tracker in your wallet.”

“Oh creepy. You do that to all your friends?”

Popping back up with your lock picking tools you got to work on the massive ones locking his shackles together. “Only the idiot ones that I’m afraid might get themselves captured.”

“Oh how nice of you.”

“I know right?”

A minute later the shackles loosened and slid off his wrists, the hunter stretching as you stepped back and slid the kit back into your pack, slinging it back over your shoulders and cinching the straps.

“You good to go?”

“Yep-“ Dean started, taking a step forward, only to wince as a sharp pain went up his leg, his arm reaching out to brace himself on the wall as he inhaled. So he twisted his ankle, no big deal. He didn't need to make you worry.

Just act fine, Dean, Just act fine.

You were too busy wrestling the massive door back open to notice, your back holding it up as you looked back over. “Dean?”

“I’m fine, all good here-“

Being as subtle as he could, he ducked under the door, you popping up to him a second later as it slammed shut again. “Alright, well then let’s hit the road.”

This time unfortunately you noticed Deans limp as the two of you began to move down the hallway of storage units, the hunter doing a poor job at masking his pain. You stopped quickly in your tracks as your hand went out to grab his arm.

“Dean! I thought you said you were fine?!”

“I am.” He brushed you off, taking another step forward, wincing as his foot hit the floor. “Where’s Sam? Is he okay?”

“Sam’s fine, you big dummy. He took out the wolves-“ rushing forward, you looped Deans arm around your shoulder, supporting his weight, this time the hunter choosing not to protest and just give in. “Now what happened?”

“Probably just twisted my ankle or something when they jumped me. It’s fine.”

And then before he could even register what exactly you were doing, you were quite literally scooping the man up into your arms, carrying him down the remainder of the hallway and out into the brisk night air.

“What are you doing?!”

“Carrying you, what does it look like?”

“Yeah, but why?!”

“Because I can. And because you fucked up your ankle.” You responded, eyes finding Sam leaning against the impala. The younger Winchester raised an eyebrow before Dean sent him a silent middle finger, eyes daring him to bring up what was happening.

“What uh- what happened?” Sam cleared his throat, swinging open the passenger side door so you could slide Dean in.

“Your brother stubbed his toe.”

“Hey, I rolled my ankle!”

“Sure, Jan.” You grinned, sending him a quick wink. The hunter suddenly praying you couldn’t see the pink hue creeping across his face in the dimly lit parking lot.

Sam quickly chose to be the new driver, you sliding into the back as he started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

The drive home was quiet apart from the soft hum of the radio turned down low. You were in the back stitching up a gash you had gotten earlier, Sam had his eyes on the road, and Dean? Dean was trying not to think about the fact that he had a huge fucking crush on you and the fact that you had quiet literally swept him off his feet.

And it was like that all the way home and even when he sunk into one of the many vacant chairs in the library, you excusing yourself so you could go grab a brace for Deans ankle, (Even though he kept insisting he didn’t need one.)

The second you were out of earshot though Sam was turning to his brother, an amused look on his face. Dean frowned, knowing where he was going with this.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything. . . But you having a crush on Y/N is pretty amusing.”

“I don’t not!”

“. . . But you so do.”

“Okay-“ Dean slowly pushed up from his seat, setting down the glass of whiskey you had poured him. “Just because I think about holding her hand and kissing her. . .or whatever, does not mean I have a crush on her.”

Sam’s face slightly pulled up in further amusement, Deans death glare just making the whole thing funnier. “Wow, you are so much dumber than I originally thought, holy shit.”

“Okay, you know what? Your gonna do that thing where you shut up forever, okay? Okay, cool.” Grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, the older Winchester headed for the hallway, half limping as he did.

And then he turned the corner. . . And froze.

You were standing in the middle of the hallway, your box of braces tucked under your arm, eyebrows raised.

“H-HEy! Didn’t see you there!” His attempt at acting smooth and calm sailing out the window as he talked, giving you an awkward smile.

“Oh, I know you didn’t.”

“H-how- how much did you hear just now? Just curious.”

You took a several steps closer, lightly shrugging. “Not much. Other than the fact that you have a big ol crush on me.”

“W-whaaaaaattttt? No!” Dean shook his head, bumping into the wall as he backed up. “No! I don’t- I don’t have a crush on you!”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He could feel his cheeks heating up again. Damn it.

You dropped the box on the floor, stepping over it slowly as you continued to walk closer. “Are you sure about that? Because your rosy red cheeks are tellin me another story.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Think about something else. Look at something else- No! Not her arms you idiot, that’s just gonna-

Your chest was practically touching Deans now as you stood toe to toe with him, the wall cool against his back as he looked into your eyes.

“You want me to stop?”

“S-stop what?” Dean stuttered, his breath coming out slightly shaky as he did.

Oh my god, why were you so pretty and badass and cool and strong and-

And then you were bending your knees slightly, hooking your arms around Deans thighs and picking him up, successfully pinning him to the damn wall, his arm flying out to brace himself as the sudden action took him by surprise. The hunter letting out a light yell.

“This.”

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“N-no.”

And then your lips were on Deans and he was suddenly taken back by how gentle you are because he knew how much strength your body held and the feeling of your lips on his was so gentle it was just. . . So surprising.

And so damn nice.

Dean hardly had a moment to react before you pressed your tongue to the seam of his lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth.

Oh this was so much better than could have thought. So so much better. And he didn’t even give a single damn that you were the one pinning him to the damn wall. If anything he liked it. . . A lot.

As the two of you deepened the kiss the only thing that went running through Deans mind was that he was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours he’d spent with you- watching you talk, laugh and frown - that he would know all there was to know about your lips. But he hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed up against his own.

“Seriously guys?! I mean, not that I’m not thrilled or anything but in the hallway?! C’mon!” Sam’s voice breaking you apart slightly as you looked over your shoulder, Dean flipping him off once again as Sam grimaced and walked down a separate hallway.The younger Winchester shaking his head as he went.

When you looked back around, eyes finding Deans yet again, arms still holding him up he felt the awkwardness return.

“Y-your uh- you’re really strong.”

“Oh why thank you.” You smiled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “And if you couldn’t tell by now, I got a big ol crush on you too.”

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