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You frowned as you watched the way he made himself a cup of coffee. You know him well enough to know that there's something occupying his mind, the way his shoulders hung low and he tapped the kitchen counter.
"Dean let me help," You offered and he shook his head and took a sip, grimacing at the taste.
You ignored your boyfriend's refusal and stepped towards him, he pushed you back lightly and you rolled your eyes. "Dean..." You crossed your arms and he scoffed.
"Whats the point of me if I can't even make my own coffee?" He asked rhetorically and walked away, shoulders grazing. You sighed then turned and followed him.
"Don't you have something to do?" He asked, not in a rude manner. "Dean I care about you, is it a crime that I want to spend time with you? Being in a relationship I'm supposed to," You said and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well I'm going to be working silently so enjoy the boredom," He flashed a smile then took his usual seat at a table in the library.
You stared at home for a few moments then took a deep breath and sat opposite him. You tested your chin on your hand, silently observing as he read a lore book.
You started to play with one of the ball point pens sitting there, clicking the button continuously and-
"Please stop that," Dean stated flatly, "I'm working." You huffed and rubbed your head. You gathered all your courage and grabbed the book he was reading and shut it.
He glared at you and squinted his eyes, "What is your problem [y/n]?! Leave me alone!"
You rolled your eyes, "Should I leave you alone like Sam? Cause I mean, you have your pistol. A shot to the heart is something I won't survive."
He clenched his jaw, "Don't talk about Sammy like that. You have no right to."
"I loved him too Dean! Don't act like you're the only one who's hurting after his death!" You got up from your seat and leaned your hands on the table, "All you do is keep to yourself. You go out on hunts alone without telling me any detail, you spend time at bars till three in theorning or you have those long ass showers and I barely see you around. It's like I'm the only one living in this place!"
He nodded and raised an eyebrow, "So you're touchy about this because I'm apparently not noticing your presence?" He looked at you with that punchable face he has when he's mocking someone and you could attack him right now.
"In that case, I'm working on a case right now so if you're so emotional then join me," He smiled sarcastically and you clenched your fists.
"Fine?!"
"FINE."
You marched out of the library and changed your clothes, putting your boots on and tying up your hair.
You were at the edge of being pissed off at him. How dare he talk to you like that? Part of you wanted to give him the privacy he seems to be yearning for, but another part of you wanted to go with him and maybe get a chance to pester him.
*****
3 hours later...
You walked down the Bunker stairs, disconnected and disgusted by what you just went through. You just came back from beheading an entire vampires nest of around ten vamps and it was revolting.
You've seen too many severed heads for one night.
You shook your head to shrug off the disturbed feeling flooding your mind then sighed. Dean looked at you sadly, for the first time in a while.
You had vampire meat, blood splatters, dirt and a few injuries all over your body. Your hair was muddy and your clothes were damp and cold. You were so uncomfortable and so dirty, Dean was no exception.
He walked over to you slowly and smiled softly. "Are your satisfied now? Do you understand why I don't usually take you on hunts?" He asked and you looked at him blankly.
"But you can at least talk to me about the hunts."
He stepped closer and kissed your lips. You immediately backed away, "Ew Dean, I'm so dirty and you're too! Don't touch me till I'm clean."
You looked at your blood stained hands and he did the same. "I'm taking a soak," He informed.
"Don't use all the hot water."
He groaned in agreement and you sighed. He was definitely empty the tank of hot water and you'll end up with all the cold.
You sulked as you walked to the kitchen, wanting a glass of water. Your throat was so dry.
As you drank, you thought about your relationship with Dean. You both barely talked on the hunt, only when necessary. He was tensed up and he didn't bother opening up to you.
You both are aching over Sam's death and you really want to talk about it with him, for your own sake as well but Dean doesn't seem to like that idea.
And that's what you dislike about him.
You walked towards your bedroom then stepped inside. You took off your jacket and boots and put them in your laundry basket. You wash them after taking a shower.
You were about to sit down on your bed but remembered that you're too dirty, you'll contaminate everything. You paced around your room, impatiently waiting for Dean to fin-
Your eyes widened, you heard someone moan loudly... It had to be Dean.
You made your way to the washroom, he liked to use the one near Sam's room because it's big and has the best pressure.
You felt bad for spying on him but the sound he made was... alluring.
You walked into the vacant bedroom, his groans grew louder. You peeked in, seeing his shadowy figure behind the white shower curtain.
"Ugh... my back," He mumbled and you saw him raise his arms up and stretch himself.
You licked your lips then bit them when he moaned again. You had to go with your temptations, you entered the bathroom discreetly while your heart beat quickened. He was right there in front of you... unclothed, without you knowing.
CREAK!
The door closed a little, making you wince, and Dean froze. He didn't pull the curtain back but you could tell that he was waiting to hear if there was any other sound.
You bit your lip and stripped down to your underwear, your eyes pinned on Dean's shadow. He was going to know anyways but you felt bad for spying on him. It seems like he really need a hot shower.
Well... You could maybe make it better for him.
You waited for a moment then stripped down to nothing and walked to the tub, going to grab the-
"[y/n]!" Dean yelled after pulling the curtain back to take his towel. He scanned you quickly then his gaze stuck to your face, shocked.
He covered himself with the curtain and looked at you with confusion, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Can I join?"
He swallowed hard, surprised, then thought for a moment, "Uh... o-okay."
You smiled and pulled the curtain back, stepping inside the tub. He continued to stare at the wall in front of him, frozen, and you laughed.
"Dean come on, this isn't the first time you've seen me completely bare," You stated and he clenched his jaw.
"This is... u-unexpected," He commented and you grabbed his shoudlers and turned him to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.
"Don't act like you won't enjoy this," You whispered in his ear and his hands slithered down your sides, all while the water from the shower dripped down your bodies.
He kissed your neck a bit forcefully and you moaned. "Deannn please..." You said shakily and he groaned back.
"Move so I stop freezing here," You chuckled and pushed him off of you to stand under the hot shower.
Not long after, his hands were back all over you. You don't usually do something like this but if it makes your man happy then why not?
What do you have to lose anyways?