#lostalioth

— He can't keep his hands to himself, he often finds himself pulling you into his lap just so he can hold his girl. One of his hands on the touchpad of his laptop scrolling through recent obituaries from the town you and the boys were in. Meanwhile his other hand has been tucked under the oversized t-shirt of his you had on that Sam swore had gone missing a week ago. Softly running his fingers down your spine and rubbing the small of your back in a manner that’s making your eyes become heavy.

— Sam’s favorite thing is when instead of holding his hand, you hold on his bicep. Keeping your body a lot closer to his when the two of you are walking side by side. Wrapping your hand around his large bicep and practically clinging onto his muscly arm. He doesn’t even mind and may secretly enjoy it when you just randomly latch your teeth onto the meat of his upper arm. Almost as if you were laying claim, leaving your mark on him.

— He’s so down to match or coordinate his outfits with yours, it’s a stupid cheesy couple thing that just makes him so happy. He can’t help the goofy smile that takes over his face when you ask what he’s wearing for the day, knowing it’s so you can pick out something to wear that goes with it.

— He’s the type of boyfriend to track your cycle. Not even for freaky reasons what so ever he just wants to always be one step ahead. Being prepared when your time of month does come around with pain meds, period supplies, a heating pad and your favorite cravings. He will happily lay in bed with you all day and do everything in his power to subside your pain, making you as comfortable as possible.

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— He secretly really likes it when you’re a lil mean to him or mean in general it turns him on more than you know. And, oh god if you’re mean and it’s to defend him? ohhh you’re getting your pussy ate, you're sitting on his face, he can’t control how he acts after that.

— He loveesss manhandling you, grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back when he has you in doggy. Keeping you in place as his hips bounce off your ass in a bruising way that’s leaving you breathless.

Gripping onto your hips and ass to haul you into his lap when you're making out. Using that hold on you to push at your hips making your clothed pussy drag and grind against the bulge in his now uncomfortable jeans.

— SIZE KINK! SIZE KINK! SIZE KINK! god this man is so huge and muscular and so strong it makes you weak in the knees. Sam loves how easily he can overpower you and how much stronger he is than you.

— Sam loves loves loves! sleepy soft morning sex. The kind with your limbs all entangled, your moans mumbled against his lips in gentle kisses, eyes still closed as you're both kind of half asleep.

Sleepy praises of how good you feel wrapped around him fall from his mouth.

“Oh fuck~ Thats it angel just like that” When you rock your hips at just the right angle and timing with his thrusts. His raspy morning voice only adding to your growing arousal as you trail your hand up the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his fluffy bed head hair. He can’t help but watch the way the morning sunlight bounces off your skin and your eyes shine as they stare deep into his when you cum on his cock.

— He is a sucker for praise during sex and it goes both ways! He loves to see the way your eyes light when he tells you how good you're taking him and how good you are being. Watching you melt when he calls you his good girl even under non sexual circumstances.

Oh and how he becomes putty in your hands when you tell him how good he feels? how good he’s fucking you? He nearly will start to drift into submissive mode right then and there. And the non sexual praise? Telling him how smart he is and how good he is to you/how good he treats you? That’s a first class ticket to him kissing you so hard you run out of breath.

“I swear Sammy, every time you call a hunt simple it turns into the most complicated thing” Dean groans out as he watches Sam face plant onto the unmade motel bed closest to the door.

“Yeah yeah…” Sam mumbled out his words morphing into a yawn as he adjusted to get comfortable as he was slowly drifting off to sleep. “Im gonna shower real quick alright?” Dean questioned though he wasn't expecting an answer, the younger man simply mumbled out what you can only assume is an ‘okay’. Turning on your heel you open your mouth to tell your boyfriend that you loved him and that you’ll probably be asleep when he’s done in the shower.

Before you can however, Dean brings his finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion. Grabbing a hold of your hand he pulls your tired body behind him towards the motel's bathroom.

Once inside the old dimly lit bathroom your boyfriend shuts the door behind the two of you. “Dean, baby I'm not in the mood for shower fun tonight, I'm too beat” you groaned out as Dean let go of your hand to pull back the cheap shower curtain, reaching down to turn the squeaky shower faucet knobs.

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth making a small smile twitch at your lips, Dean's laugh was one of your all time favorite sounds.

“Sweetheart as much as I love that and oh trust me i do” he begins explaining, his voice gaining that raspy sleepy drawl it does when he is overworked and drained. Slipping his hands up your sides, his thumbs sneak under the hem of your t-shirt. Rubbing and squeezing at the soft skin of your waist as if you're his own personal stress ball.

“That isn't what i want” he continues to explain while letting the shower heat up, the bathroom light emitting a low hum that fills the silence alongside the running water.

“Can we just shower together…? I really just wanna hold my sweet girl” Dean whispers in a low soft voice. Leaning closer to you and pressing his forehead to yours. Almost as if it was a secret, like the only other person who could possibly hear his vulnerable question isn’t dead asleep by now.

The hunt was long and you didn’t get injured or anything but sense it had ended Dean has had this itch. This ache deep under his skin that he could only ease by holding his girl, you always made it all better.

Your heart can't help but swell with even more love for the green-eyed hunter before you. His stripped bare and soft moments like this were rare and far between, you could sense this was one of those times.

“I’ll even detangle ya’ hair and do that whole stupid complicated routine-“ he continues on, thinking he has to convince you further. Cutting him off you softly press your lips against his in a sleepy but loving kiss, “I’d love to just shower with you baby” you giggle softly at the sigh that leaves his mouth as he pressed forward more deepening the kiss more.

Deans lips only leave yours for him to strip the both of you slowly out of your sweaty and mud caked clothes and pull out towels for the two of you afterward, as well as a washcloth each for the two of you.

Dragging your exhaustion filled and sore bodies under the hot steady stream of water of the motel shower. The far too cramped shower that is most definitely meant for one person at a time not two grown adults to be in together.

Embracing the small space however and satisfying Dean's request, you keep your body glued to Deans. Your cold shaking hands resting on his bare chest, sucking the warmth from his heater of a body.

Grabbing his body wash he left in the shower last night and one of the wash clothes he squirts some old spice body wash out onto the dampen fabric. “Sorry it's not your sugared vanilla sweet shit baby” He explains as he lacquered the soap up, gently washing the dirt and blood off your body. He stood with his back towards that stream of water while lathering your body in body wash.

“Thats okay, i like that i’ll smell like you instead” you coo softly, pushing back his now drenched hair threading your fingers through it. The action causing Dean to lean into your touch as you kiss his forehead. Holding it for a beat longer than usual, letting him briefly shut his eyes and soak up the moment. Leaning back up after a second he grabs the shower head and rinses the body wash off, the ache in your bones from the hunt circling the drain along with the suds from the soap.

After placing the shower head back up Dean shuffles and spins the two of you around so that you're now facing the steam of water with him behind you. As he squirts your shampoo into his hands you can hear him humming along to the tune of “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica. Playfully you roll your eyes at your boyfriend though your back is facing him and he doesn’t seem to notice.

As Dean lathered your shampoo into your curly hair he makes a point to do his best not to cause more knots and tangles.

“Tip ya’ head back for me sweetheart” he instructs you softly watching as you screw your eyes shut and lean back to let the water wash out the shampoo suds. Massaging his fingers against your scalp and through your hair Dean helps the process along, making sure it's all out.

“That should be good” using that as your cue you open your eyes being met with the image of your boyfriend’s signature goofy smirk as you bring your head forward once again.

Stepping an inch closer you lightly peck his lips. “What was that for baby?” He chuckled softly as he grabbed your conditioner and squeezed some out onto his hand, beginning to run it through your hair. Focusing on the middle section and ends, you spin around to give him better access to your hair. Smiling softly as you realize he knew your hair washing routine far better than you expected him to.

“I just love you, that's all silly boy” you answered in a small sleepy hum as he picked up the specific brush you tended to use for detangling your hair.

Starting at the bottom Dean began to brush out the tangles, trying his best not to pull too hard. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, even if the conditioner helps the brush glide through smoothly and loosened them up. He tried to remember how he brushed through Sam’s hair when it got longer and he was still too young to understand how to brush through the knots.

Once he’s happy that he has gotten them all out he instructs you to place your head under the stream of water once again. As you rinse out the conditioner you hum out softly in satisfaction, feeling Dean's hands run along your hips, your waist and down your arms in a mindless motion. The mixture of the warm water hitting your body and the long hunt catching up with you causes your eyes to start fighting closing. You don't know how long you’ve had your eyes closed but you can hear Dean moving around the shower and doing his own routine now.

Once you open your eyes again Dean is shutting off the water and guiding you out of the small shower to dry off with the towel. “Thought you were about to fall asleep standing up sweet girl” he chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead before he pulled one of his old shirts that you love sleeping in over your head.