Post Breakup Kisses

Summary: Your high school boyfriend breaks up with you.
Word Count: 340 [tags under the cut]
Warnings: Teenage heartbreak
Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.

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Dean didn’t like to show it, but he wasn’t always a hardass. In fact, he had quite a big soft spot, especially when it came to his baby brother, even more so when it came to you. He would hold the doors open for you, shooting you a wink as you passed by, his hand would almost always be on the small of your back as the two of you walked up and down the halls of the high school. He had even been there for you when your grandmother died, holding your hands, an arm around your shoulders, whispering words of comfort against your temple, not caring that his shirt was soaked with tears.

So why was he breaking up with you?

“Dad got a job,” Dean explained, his voice thick, eyes wet. “We leave tomorrow morning, early.” He brushed away your tears with his thumbs.

“Why so soon?” you hiccuped, your hands on his wrists, tethering yourself to him.

With his lips in a tight line, Dean shook his head. You could tell that he didn’t want to go, that if his father allowed him to stay, he would, in a heartbeat, but there was no arguing with John Winchester. You hadn’t even met the man, but you knew how it was having a Marine for a father.

He pressed his lips to yours, feather-soft, moving slow, taking his time, as if memorizing the way you felt and tasted. You melted against him, whimpering against his lips as your heart started to break. You were dizzy, drunk on Dean’s kisses when his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing was as ragged as yours.

The both of you were killing time, standing there, hands on each other’s arms, neither of you knowing whether the other was pushing away or pulling closer. You watched as he closed his eyes, squeezing them tight, tears streaking down the sides of his face.

With a clench of his jaw and a huff of air out his nose, Dean stood tall and walked away.

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Morning Kisses

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Summary: You love waking up with Dean, no matter where you are.

Word Count: 261 [tags under the cut]

Warnings: none, just fluff

Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.

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Dean was nuzzling your neck, lazy, soft, sloppy kisses that drifted along the line of your throat. You opened one eye, squinting as the sun shone through the window, blinding you. Groaning, you pushed yourself closer to Dean and draped an arm over his stomach, twisting your fingers in the back of his t-shirt, your face pressed against his chest, holding yourself as close to him as possible.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

Dean shifted, moving his arm so he could look at his watch while still keeping you close. “It’s 6:30.”

“In the morning?” you grumbled. “Crap. This place needs curtains, keep the light out.”

“That’d be interesting,” Dean laughed. He pushed his hand beneath your shirt, his fingers splayed across your stomach. His lips were back on your neck, kissing you with a bit more determination, a bit more intent. “But, I don’t think curtains are such a good idea.”

“It’d make it easier to go back to sleep,” you said.

“If you two would shut up, I could go back to sleep,” Sam growled from the back seat. “And Dean’s right. Curtains are bad idea.”

You giggled and stretched, or tried to, but your foot hit the steering wheel and you nearly rolled off the front seat. You grabbed Dean and pulled yourself on top of him, using his chest as a pillow. He wrapped his arms around you, your legs twisted together at the ankle, your arms around his neck. You fell back to sleep with the sun shining on you from Baby’s side window.

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Dude. Yes. 😍

After Sex Kisses

Summary: Dean’s appetite never fails to amaze you.
Word Count: 196 [tags under the cut]
Warnings: Post-sex fluff and silliness
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Besides the mind-blowing sex, cuddling with Dean post-coitus was the highlight of your evening, or morning, or whenever the sex happened to occur. This latest time found the two of you in your own motel room – not the skeevy kind, on a queen-sized bed – thanks to your blue-ribbon hussle.

You rolled with Dean to your side, his fingers curling into your hair, his lips constantly moving, against yours, brushing against your cheeks and throat, jawline and ear. You’ve got your hands on his back, nails scraping against his overheated skin, drawing nonsensical patterns.

With a stuttering breath, you pushed your head into the pillow and tangled your legs with Dean’s. He drug his knuckles down your neck and chest, chuckling when you gasped.

“What’sa matter?” he murmured, his lips trailing up and down your neck.

A content hum left your lips. “Jus’ tickles.”

Dean settled into his pillow, his jade eyes drilling into yours. “Know what sounds good?”

“Mmm mmm. Tell me,” you rasped, your fingers wandering aimlessly along his arm, up his shoulder, and into his hair.

“Pie,” he announced with a wink. He kissed the tip of your nose before shoving out of bed.

Breathless Kisses

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Summary: You and Dean have a little fun during a workout.

Word Count: 283 [tags under the cut]

Warnings: fluffiness

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Dean bounced on his feet, smirking that damn smirk, that cocky, ‘ha-ha-I-kicked-your-ass’ smirk he got every time he got the better of you in a training session. He gestured for you to come at him, his hands up, his green eyes flashing with glee.

You dragged in a stuttering breath and pushed a hand through your hair. You and Dean had been in the makeshift gym for more than an hour, and you were bordering on exhausted. Except you weren’t about to let Dean win. You took a step back and used your weight to launch yourself at him.

He caught you easily, his lips crashing into yours, stealing your breath a gasp leaving you as he kissed you nearly senseless.

You giggled, halfheartedly trying to push Dean away. He wasn’t having any of it though. His hands tightened on your waist, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“C’mere,” he growled, pulling you closer, ducking his head, his lips brushing against yours. Every kiss made your heart beat faster, your pulse race, and stole the breath from your lungs.

But you couldn’t have cared less; let him steal every once of breath from your body. You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back, the corner of his mouth, the freckle on his top lip, stopping to nibble at his bottom lip, giggling as he nipped back. You didn’t stop there, you kept kissing him, a peck here, a peck there, your hands now around his back, clinging to his shirt, holding him close, not wanting him too far away from you.

You broke apart, gasping for air, only to come back together again to once more kiss each other breathless.

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Dean can kiss me breathless any time he wants.

Goodbye Kisses

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Summary: As far as Dean’s concerned, every goodbye could be the last goodbye.

Word Count: 233 [tags under the cut]

Warnings: None, except you might want to kiss Dean.

Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.

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Every goodbye could be the last goodbye.

At least, that’s what Dean believed. That was why he never missed an opportunity to kiss you goodbye. Even if it meant keeping Sam or Castiel, or even their mom, waiting. Nothing was more important than making sure you knew how he felt before he walked out the door. Even something as simple as a run to the grocery store could end badly; God knows they’d seen it happen countless times before. Leave for a milk run and never come home.

It started as a quick peck on the lips, eyes closed, his forehead pressed to yours, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

“Mmm, you going somewhere?” you asked.

“Out,” he murmured. “But, I’ll be back soon.” His hands slid down your sides and around your waist, resting on your back, hot against your cool skin, even through the thin t-shirt – stolen from Dean – that you were wearing. “Just wanted to say goodbye.”

He caught your lips in his, nibbling lightly at your bottom lip, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his fingers digging into your back, drawing you closer, lifting you just a little to bring you closer. He drew in a deep breath, stealing yours, crushing you to him.

“Dean!” The shout came from the other room.

“Gotta go,” he murmured, releasing you. He kissed the tip of your nose. “See you later.”

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The Man She Deserves

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A/N: Idea courtesy of When She Cries by Restless Heart. Proving once again that 90s country is my biggest inspo.

Just a sad little ditty about Dean and his girl. Let me know what you think!

Dean x Reader

Words: ~2300

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The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her, yet again. He pushed on as much as he could, but the already faded lines on the road were starting to blur further and no matter how loud the radio was it couldn’t keep his mind from wandering to things other than the road.

Decision made, he reached for his phone. When her face lit up the screen, he almost lost his nerve; Baby swerving into the rumblestrip snapped his mind back to task.

“Hi.” She answered almost immediately, and the instant her voice came through the phone his battered mind was soothed.

“Hey baby.”

“You’re not gonna make it, huh?” She tried to keep her voice even, but I could hear the hurt there.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried, but I-”

“Dean. It’s ok. You need to be safe.”

“I know you’re upset. You have every right to be.”

“Dean…I am a little bummed? Sure. It really is ok though, I know you want to be here. I know you tried. I’d rather have to wait a few extra hours than you get hurt on the way back.”

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