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Summary: You get a new bed and all you want to do is break it in with a short nap, but Dean won’t allow it… until he does.
Warnings: Slight Crack and fluff?, Steamy Make-out, Dry Humping, and Implied Foreshadowing of Smut.
A/N: Funny story. I was in a rut with my writing and then I started writing this and then suddenly I was cured. It was weird. Haha. Anyways… not only was this for SPNDeanBingo, this is also written for my beautiful friend, Tabby (AKA @winchest09)’s Supernatural’s Writing Challenge. My prompt was #17: “I’m never gonna leave this bed.” Quote will be in bold. Happy Reading! xx
“I never gonna leave this bed,” you sighed, relishing in the comfy-ness of your brand new bed. It wasn’t a memory foam bed like Dean’s but in your unpopular opinion, it was better. It felt like you were laying on clouds, especially with your fluffy comforter.
Dean had just walked into your bedroom when those words left your mouth. “No, no, no. We’ve got things to do, so c’mon. Get up.” You groaned, not wanting to listen to the green-eyed hunter. You had just gotten home and made your bed, now all you wanted to do was break it in with a nap.
“No!” You whined, rolling onto your stomach and turning your head away from him.
“You made a promise. If we went to get your bed today, you’d make dinner and the pie. Now, c’mon. On with the pie making!” Dean ordered.
“No.”
“No?” Dean repeated your defiance. “You made a promise. Now you either get out of bed the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”
“Dean! Can’t I just enjoy my bed for ten minutes?!” You snapped.
“T-ten minutes? It’s already five in the evening! And you promised dinner and a homemade pie! And pie takes a long time!” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
The man and his pie was unbelievable! A short nap was all you wanted! A SHORT NAP! “Dean can I just have like… five minutes. Just five, and I promise I’ll be out of bed.”
“No,” he quickly answered. “Last time you said that, you slept all night and there was no dinner, and there sure as hell was no pie!” He pouted like a four-year old.
“Then I’m not making the pie,” you grumbled stubbornly, still staying in bed in hopes that Dean will change his mind and allow you some rest.
“Then the hard way it is!” He shouted, and suddenly, you felt a tug on your foot, and then before you could comprehend what was happening, your body was being dragged off the bed.
“Dean!” You shrieked.
Right before you were about to fall off, you swiveled your body into a seated position at the end of the bed, instantly coming face to face with Dean, but not only that, your lips was pressed against his.
You pulled away quickly, a light smacking noise echoing through the suddenly silent bedroom as your lips detached from his. Dean’s eyes were wide with shock just staring at you with his lips slightly parted. You could see the light dust of pink across his freckled cheeks and nose, but you were sure you were a mirror image of him however, you had to admit it to yourself… he looked adorable. You also couldn’t deny that you wanted to feel his lips on yours again.
“Uh…” Dean began, but not having anything to say.
“S-sorry,” you stuttered, “I didn’t… it was an accident.” You gulped, noticing how uncomfortably dry your throat was. “Um…”
You didn’t realize the position you and Dean were currently in. He was hunched over, his hands on the bed caging you in while you had your hands wrapped around each of his wrists, and your faces were barely an inch away.
Dean moved his mouth, meaning to say something, but nothing came out. That was when you slithered out from between his arms, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and rushing onto your feet. “I-I’m just… I’m gonna go make dinner and that pie,” you declared rapidly, the words coming out all in one nervous breath. But before you could leave, Dean had grabbed a hold of your hand, whirling you around so that were facing him.
Still completely thrown off from the accidental kiss, you tripped over your own feet, crashing into Dean’s muscled chest. Cursing to yourself, you lifted your head and instantly, soft and warm lips were pressing against yours, moving slow and with purpose.
Unable to resist, you submitted into it, relishing in the feel and taste of Dean. He was gentle, a little timid, but that faded quickly when you returned his affection, and then he was all confidence and passionate. You had to pull away for air and when you did, his lips were kiss-swollen and you couldn’t help yourself, bringing him into another make out session.
The two of you made it onto the bed, Dean laying beneath you as you straddled his hips, mouths attached to one another. You couldn’t help grind your hips against his while Dean gripped your love handles, helping you rub against him as he jerked upwards. You could feel how hard he was under his denim jeans, and you had never wanted to explore a person more that you did him right then and there.
Just as Dean’s hand started to work on the buttons of your flannel, a knock came from the door.
“Hey Y/N, have you seen Dean? It’s pretty late, I’m just gonna order take out, that good with you?” You heard Sam call from the other side of the bedroom door.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you shouted breathlessly.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked, catching the breathlessness in your voice.
“Sammy, we’re good!” Dean barked.
You heard scuffling and a light thud, knowing Sam was caught off guard. “D-Dean?! Oh-oh god! I don’t want to know!” And with that, you could hear Sam scurrying away.
Dean was grinning up at you and you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips. “Still want that pie?” you inquired.
“It can wait till tomorrow. I found something much better than pie,” he smirked, flipping the both of you over so that he was now on top, resting his hips between your legs. “Now… where were we? Oh yeah,” Dean leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a chaste kiss. “We’ve got some time before the food gets here. Maybe we should break in the new bed, whaddaya think?” Dean asked with a flirtatious wink.
Yup. You never wanted to leave your bed ever again.
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