Imagine Dean thinking you’re an intruder
An ‘oomfph’ sound escaped your lips as your back collided with wooden floor. All air left your lungs as the weight of Dean Winchester crushed you, yet you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound raspy as you struggled slightly for breath.
“Y/N?” He instantly pulled back, eyes staring intensely at you as he recognised the sound of your laughter immediately. “What the hell are you doing?“
“It was meant to be a surprise Winchester.” You jabbed his chest with your index finger not missing the way his gaze flitted from your face to the bare skin of your neck. “But you ruined it.”
“Why didn’t you call?” He shifted slightly, legs straddling your hips and hands either side of your head, casing you in.
“I think that defeats the purpose of a surprise don’t you?” Your right eye brow cocked up in amusement, a smirk on your lips. “Are you going to help me up or not?”
“You know-” He brought his face down to yours, lips ghosting over your ear lobe as he whispered. “I always did like you on your back.”