It’s written on my skin (2)
Title: It’s written on my skin (Part 2)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1800
Request: Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
A/N: I’m so overwhelmed by the reaction Part 1 got so that I’m a little bit nervous about this one. I hope you like it! :) I had much fun writing it
Dean Winchester was hot. You hadn’t intended that your first meeting would turn into this direction but there you were, staring at this incredible attractive man who apparently had nothing better to do than to stare right back at you. And he was your soulmate. Your other half. Like damn.
Nervously you started playing with your hair, twirling it around your finger like a high school student that was looking at her crush from the football team. It was silly but none of you had said anything since he’d taken a seat right infront of you. You were only sitting in the café and watched the other one. It was easy to look at him and it gave you the feeling like you were looking at some kind of art, rather than a human being. He was perfect and in a matter of seconds you’d decided that you could watch him all day.
Dean Winchester was beautiful and he was generously proportioned. Muscular just in the right parts. Your eyes wandered from his muscular arms to his chest and then to his face. His green eyes were boring into you, through you and you swallowed hard as you tried to avoid his glance. You started focusing on his freckles instead, hoping that it would help to calm you down and to catch your breath. But of course it didn’t really helped either. You’d never gave it a thought if you’d find freckles attractive but as soon as you’d seen that Dean’s face and also his arms and hands were covered in them, you knew that you wanted to connect them with your fingers while they were brushing over his creamy skin. You wanted to see if other parts of his body were -
Quickly you shook your head to get rid of all these sexual thoughts and bit down on your lip, hard, so that you could taste blood. By the look on Dean’s face you could tell that he was clearly amused by the little inner fight you were having. You wanted to say something but as soon as your eyes landed on his glorious, from god himself created lips you completely lost the ability to speak.
You were immensely grateful that Dean had decided to release you from this awkward situation and had started the talking part.