Age gap, dads best friend
Y/n up in their room, while their dad and his best friend playing poker down stairs. Y/n sending many messages, begging for him to come up stairs.
Ding after ding Dean's phone went off. "Who keeps texting you?" Y/n's dad questions, when Dean looked up from the texts.
"Ah, I met someone. She wants me to come see her." Dean answered, it wasn't a lie technically.
"Really? You met someone, one that actually likes you?" He joked, placing a card down.
"Yes I did. Is that so hard to believe?" He asked, looking up from his cards.
Y/n's dad laughs, "no not really, but do you think this one is the one? You haven't had a proper relationship since high school, just hook ups. Look at me, married to my high school sweetheart, with a twenty year old kid."
"Yeah yeah, I know. I really hope their is the one. I really like them." Dean answered, except the same kid his best friend was talking about was the one blowing his phone up.
"Seems like they really want to see you. You can go if you need too." He takes a swig of his beer.
"Really? Cause we haven't finished our game."
"This is like our fifth game. It's fine. Your partner seems to want you more than I do." He chuckled.
"Fuck you." Dean flips him off, while taking the last few sips of his beer and standing up. He threw his cards down and crushed his can. "I was probably gonna lose anyway." He throws the can into the trash, before grabbing his things. "I gotta piss before I leave though."
"Ah, shit, the wife's in the shower downstairs, you'll have to use the one upstairs. The one by y/n's room."
"Alright." Dean walks over towards the stairs and up them. Seeing y/n's door slightly opened, he looked in and saw them laying on their bed. He opened the door quietly and closed it behind him.
"So you've been wanting to see me?" Dean crossed his arms.
Y/n shot up, looking at him, a smile on their face. "I didn't think you would come."
"Can't leave my good girl/boy desperately waiting now can I?" He uncrossed his arms, walking towards them. He leaned down, his hands finding their neck, pulling them close. His lips ghosted over theirs, his beard tickling their chin. "Say please."
"Please." They respond, with that single word, Dean wasted no time, capturing their lips into his lips. His hands, made their way down to their waist. As the kiss heated up, Dean found himself on top of y/n, their hands tangled in his hair.
He nipped their bottom lip which caused them to gasp softly and Dean slipped his tongue into their mouth. The deeply heated kiss muffled their whimpers and soft moans.
Dean, as much as he didn't want to, pulled away first. His forehead is leaning on y/n's as they took deep breaths. "I gotta go, baby." Before they could protest, Dean stopped them. "Ah- don't complain, you brat. You're lucky I even came up here." He pecked their lips and stood up. He fixed his hair and outfit so he could go back down like nothing happened. "I'll see you later okay?" He kissed their forehead before leaving.
Making his way down the stairs, y/n's dad sat on the couch, watching a random baseball game. "You good?"
"Yeah, just said hey to y/n before I headed out." He told him.
"I'm surprised you even got a word out of them, they've been glued to their phone ever since they found a boyfriend." He stated, taking a swig of his beer.
"you know how kids are. Always spontaneous and always glued to their phone." Dean shrugged, knowing that when he was around y/n it was the complete opposite.
Y/n's father chuckled, "You're right, but I'll see you later."
"See you later." With that Dean left the house only to receive another text from Y/n.
Y/n : miss you already β€οΈβπ©Ή
Dean scoffed but he face already had a smirk forming,
Dean : miss you too, baby β€οΈ
