67. Drunk Dean mumbling about his really great girlfriend while you take care of him.
A/N: This one was kind of fun to write. Also, if anyone has any requests, I’d be happy to give them a shot! Enjoy.
Word count: 731
Warnings: mentions of oral sex, but otherwise pretty clean
“Hey, get your hands off me,” he slurs, pushing at her arms when she helped him so that he wouldn’t fall. “I have a girlfriend.”
“Oh, you do?” she murmurs, raising an eyebrow at him as she tried to make him sit on his bed so she could get him changed.
“Yeah, she’s really beautiful,” he mumbles, blinking tiredly at her form after plopping onto his bed. He looks up at her much like a child would, with wonder-filled eyes as though he’s never seen her before.
“Tell me about her,” she states, pulling his shirt over his head and taking it to the laundry basket. She can’t look at him, now with how he’s watching her like the most perfect thing in the world.
“She kicks ass at hunting. She’s saved my life so many times,” he begins, grinning happily. “And she’s really smart, too. And her eyes are like stars in the sky when she’s happy and her hands are always so soft and she’s so nice to me, even after we fight.”
“She sounds good for you,” she half smiles as she returns to him. She considers recording his sweet words spoken with an unhindered tongue, then decides against it.
“She’s great, she really is,” he agrees, leaning back as she presses his shoulders to the bed. “She looks just like you, you know. You’re as beautiful as she is.”
“That must be a very odd coincidence,” she tells him as she sets to work unbuttoning his jeans. He doesn’t offer much help to her since he was too busy daydreaming, but finally she manages to undo them and pull the zipper down. “Do you think she’ll forgive you for getting drunk like this?”
“Maybe. She gets drunk with me sometimes and we dance and act weird together. You know she likes to dance when she thinks I’m not paying attention?” he rambles, and she pauses for a moment, looking up to his green eyes and cheesy smile. “She thinks that I don’t see, but I like to watch her. She dances really good.”
“That’s… good to know,” she murmurs, kneeling down by the bed to start on untying his boots.
“She goes down on me really good too,” he says with a flushed smirk. “She kneels down like you’re doing right now and just-”
“Dean, I’m not going down on you,” she tells him firmly. “I’m taking off your boots and then I’m going to take off your pants and get you to sleep, okay?”
“Are you my girlfriend?” he sits up on his elbows, his muscles crunching together as his eyes widened. “You’re really pretty like her.”
“Dean, you’ve told me that a few times now. Yes, I’m your girlfriend,” she tells him, pressing a quick kiss to his chest. “And you’re very drunk and need to stop talking.”
He watches her silently, finally cooperating by lifting his hips and letting her pull his jeans off those glorious thighs of his.
“How did I get so lucky?” he finally asks, cocking his head to the side.
She has to smile some at his words, even as she tries to tuck him into bed.
“I have such a great girlfriend,” he babbles, nodding.
“I’m glad to hear that,” she runs a hand through his hair and kisses his temple. “Now you need to sleep this off.”
“Will you sleep with me?” he asks quietly, reaching up to hold her wrist.
“I still need to shower, and then I’ll come to bed,” she tells him with a small smile. “But only sleeping.”
“Only sleeping,” he agrees with a nod. “After your shower.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” she tells him, and he nods.
“You’re my It Girl,” he says as she walks away, making her pause in her tracks and look back at him in confusion. “If you really are my girlfriend. You’re my It Girl.”
“What do you mean?” she asks him, leaning against the threshold to the door.
“My That’s It girl,” he explains, giving her an honest expression. “Like “That’s it” and I’m done with girls. There’s no one else for me anymore.”
Her chest flutters with his honesty once more, and she smiles at him.
“I’ll be right back,” she says. “And Dean?”
“Yeah?” he returns eagerly, and she can’t believe she’s found someone so excited to call her his.
“You’re my It Man, too.”