#hellonheelsharvelle

Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)

Dean hadn’t exactly planned to do this; he’d planned on Jo just rolling her eyes and agreeing. Because really, why wouldn’t she let him go to a car show where a haunting was occurring? But apparently, Jo had a different case.

“ C’mon, Jo, please, ” Dean pleaded, arms wrapped around her so she couldn’t go anywhere. Not to mention they were sitting at the table and he had his face against her neck. So, naturally, a brilliant idea occurred to Dean. Not to push his luck, Dean pressed a kiss to the skin just beneath her chin.

“ A car show haunting is so much better, ” he asserted, nuzzling into her. “ You know it, too. ”

Moving lower, trailing his tongue lightly over the skin, Dean was beginning to enjoy this more than wanting to go check out the haunting. “ You know you’d rather work on a case and see those classic cars. ” Dean certainly did. He smirked, pressing his lips to her collarbone, tongue peeking out again to warm the area before hit bit lightly.

“ You and me, Friday night. It’s not too far away, we can check it out. ”

“ Hey, hey, calm down, Jo, ” Dean blinks, holding up a hand. “ Kat’s got this, she’ll be fine. As far as I know, she’s not ready to break down crying. She’s just angry— but thank you for standin’ up for her. ”

outofwhiskey;

outofwhiskey;