If you recognize this fic, as it is an old one I posted almost a year ago, read the note below the cut and I’ll explain why I’m re-posting it now!
Deafening silence filled the room, nothing but expanses of dark forest populating the screen in front of you. You were acutely aware of the hunter at your side - watching, waiting, ready for you to jump into his arms when the quite broke and teeth gnashed, music swelling and guns firing. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not this time.
You steeled yourself for the inevitable jump scare, for the loud crack of noise and blood that would spray. You kept your eyes trained on the screen. You wouldn’t react. Would not react.
A deep growl thundered through the silence. Branches cracked and a blood-curdling scream vibrated your whole body.
You didn’t even realize you’d moved until you felt Dean’s chest rumble against your cheek with his unsuppressed laughter.
“I thought you weren’t gonna jump this time?” Dean said.
You pried open your scrunched up eyes and looked up at the man smiling down at you, his arms holding you firmly against his body and his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. You held your head high and locked on his piercing green gaze. “I didn’t, that was entirely intentional.”
Dean smiled and paused the movie, then pulled on your leg, urging you to straddle his lap. “Oh really? And what exactly were you intending to accomplish?”
You pushed yourself closer to him, your chest pressing against his muscled body. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to jump into your arms,” you whispered, lips teasingly close to his ear.
Dean bunched up his hand in the back of your shirt and pulled your unbound hair over your shoulder, his nose brushing the exposed skin of your neck as his mouth hovered. “You never need an excuse for that,” he mumbled. Then his lips skimmed your shoulder, the barest touch on your rapidly heating skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your fear-tensed body.
Your head lolled off to the side and your back arched as Dean’s kisses became more intense, opened mouthed and moving up your neck and along your jawline. It didn’t take long before his lips found yours and even less time for you to allow him to take control, to let him tangle his fingers in your hair and slip his free hand under the hem of your shirt.
Maybe being scared wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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