A/N: This is a SMUFFY
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You slam the book shut in frustration. You’ve been researching with Sam and Dean all day with zero leads.
“Nothing in this one either,” you grumble running your hands through your hair.
“Here try this one,” Dean says tossing another book towards you.
It lands with a thump as a puff of dust rises into the air. Coughing you fan the dust away with your hand.
“No, you know what? I need a break,” you stand.
Dean raises his eyebrows as you stomp out of the library. When you reach your room you slam the door behind you and drop onto your bed. You punch your pillow a few times, then hold it to your face as you scream into it.
You know that you’re overreacting but you can’t help yourself. Some days you feel more like an observer of your actions rather than the one at the controls. Much better to stay away from the guys lest you say or do anything you’ll regret. Ten minutes later your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m coming in.”
Dean stands leaning against your doorway with his arms crossed in front of him.
“That kind of day?”
You push yourself up.
“That obvious, huh?”
He crosses the room, sitting on the bed next to you. You look up at him as he brushes the hair back from your face.
“C’mon, I want to show you something,” he says cupping your face and gently brushing your lips with his.
A shiver runs through you.
“Ok.”
Dean takes your hand, leading you out of your room. As you walk he slips behind you placing his hands on your hips, guiding you down the hall. Then his hands cover your eyes.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he whispers against your ear. “Keep your eyes closed.”
You hear a door open then he’s guiding you forward before you hear a door close.
“Ok, open your eyes, princess.”
You open your eyes taking in your surroundings. The bunker bathroom is covered in candles illuminating the room in a warm glow. Steam rises from the bathtub which is full of milky water and sprinkles of roses.
“Oh, Dean this is beautiful. Did you raid the supply closet?”
“Maybe,” he winks at you. “My girl is stressed, so supply closet be damned.”
He comes up behind you wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You lean into him with a sigh.
“It’s perfect, thank you.”
He turns you around; capturing your lips with his as he slowly slips your shirt up. You break the kiss as he pulls it over your head. Kissing your shoulders, he reaches around you unclasping your bra and slipping it down your arms. His fingers trace lines down your stomach to your jeans before he works the button and unzips them. He helps you step out of them and your panties. You sink into the tub with a hiss as the hot water warms your skin. Dean sheds his clothes climbing in after you; the displaced water rises over your breasts as he lowers himself down. He settles against the tub pulling you into his lap, your back and head resting against his chest.
You sigh contentedly as the hot water relaxes your muscles. Dean’s strong hands grip your shoulders as he massages them. He doesn’t talk as he gingerly pushes you up working for his hands down your back. The silence is comfortable between you as you let him move your body. He takes care, plants kisses here and there while his hands work your tense muscles. Finally, he pulls you against his chest once more sinking back into the water. His fingers gently rake over your body caressing and kneading your breasts and rolling your hardened nipples in his fingers. He continues to trail south until he reaches your swollen bundle. A moan escapes your lips as his finger grazes one side before circling around and around. His movements are unhurried. His finger dips into your wanting core and slides back out. He thrusts a few times, adding a second finger. The movement is slow, almost painfully so, as he plunges in and out. He curls his fingers in a come hither motion and the pads brush against your sensitive mound. You cry out as you come, clenching around his fingers. His fingers work you through until the last shutter leaves you and he kisses the shell of your ear.
“Feeling better yet, sweetheart?” he whispers.
“Starting to,” you murmur.
You lift up, turning to face him as water drips off your body making tiny splashes. You straddle him pulling him into a leisurely kiss. His arm slides up your back pulling you close to him as you feel his cock twitch against you. You slip your hand under the water tracing his cock with your fingers before you guide him in. You sink down a moan escaping your lips when he’s fully sheathed. You lift off of him and sink back down keeping a slow pace. The water softly sloshes back and forth as you quicken your movements. Dean grabs your hips gripping you tightly as you ride him. His breathing picks up and you know he’s close. You grind down on him, your swollen bud rubbing against his pelvis and you’re over the edge coming around his cock.
“Oh, Dean!”
He thrusts into you, chasing his release, coming deep inside you with a final thrust.
“God, Y/N!”
You rest your head on his shoulders as you both catch your breath. You lift up, looking into his flawless green eyes and kissing him once again.
“Thank you,” you smile. “You always know just how to make me feel better.”
“Anything for you sweetheart. What’d you say we get you in some sweats, snuggle up on the couch and find a movie?”
“Dean Winchester you really know how to spoil a girl.”
“I only do this for the girl, Y/N.”
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