Supernatural Imagines

How They Are The Morning After

Requested by fangirlwriters Thank you! Okay Dokay so this is morning after you two have the sex. It's not going to have much of a conversation part, just more about what the males do and stuff. SO it's gonna be a fluffy and stuff, not so much sexual or lemony. I know I told you a oneshot would be next, but I just wanted to do this becasue I can, I write what I want.So without further ado, lets do this shit. ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

Video, Ride by SoMo

No comments about "Wouldn't you be able to feel the D?" "But he would see me naked! I would see him naked!" or something like that, because yes, you would be able to, but I didn't say you got all weird about it. It's just human anatomy, we are not 5. Besides, you just frick fracked naked, he won't be like the males in my grade where the only boobs they see is off of a screen and they die of a nosebleed when they come in contact with cleavage.

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Dean:

You stirred. The scratchy fabric embraced both you and the male holding onto you so close. You groaned, turning your bare body to face the warmth that Dean was giving off. The only thing that covered you was a thin, white, sheet. You were chilly, so you snuggled up next to Dean's firm and surprisingly toasty chest. You felt the grip around your waist tighten when you moved. You weren't exactly awake, you knew you were in bed with Dean, but it still felt like a dream.

But you eventually woke up, Dean wrapped around you like a blanket. He didn't dare let you go, for once in his life this wasn't just some one night stand. This time he actually cared. This time he could and would see you again. This time, he would make love to you all over again. He didn't have to let you go, didn't have to say goodbye, didn't have to leave you cold and heart broken like he did with so many others.

You forced your eyes open, staring at the handsome face inches from yours. This was the most peaceful you have ever seen Dean sleep. His toned midsection rising and falling with even breaths, his soft, pink lips parted slightly, his facial features calm and relaxed. You couldn't help yourself, you reached out to stroke a freckled cheek. It was so soft, but your touch woke up Dean. You gasped, thinking he might be a little upset, but when his eyes landed on you, it was nothing but pure happiness.

He didn't need to say anything, Dean just caressed your body, those calloused hands from working on that Impala ran up and down your back, making you shiver. He enjoyed that, knowing that it was him making you squirm like that. Dean smiled, your body showing that morning after glow that he had caused, that he loved. He nuzzled his face in your neck, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands on your waist. He intertwined one hand with yours, your legs tangled, bodies pressed against each other.

You didn't need words to show what you felt, Dean knew that. His heart was finally full with something that wasn't pain or devastation, yet it was foreign. That unfamiliar feeling was love. His heart was pounding out of his chest, just holding you. His body was all warm and tingly, just kissing you. That glowing look in your eyes, the smile that danced on your lips, was enough to just make Dean never want to leave this bed.

To never leave you.

Sam:

Sam was always up before any of the women he slept with. He would always watch them for a little bit, but then pack up and leave. Always some excuse, always some poorly written note on the night stand, always just some goodbye that never meant anything except for the fact that Sam wasn't coming back. He hated when he had to do that, even for the women he felt a little spark of something for. Sam knew it was for their own good, so they wouldn't get hurt. Leaving them just like that.