hmmm the smell of coffee in the morning

1.7 million years ago @amanda-teaches submitted this and I’ve been promising her something ever since. Unfortunately for her this is the mess that came out. 

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“Is there coffee?” Y/N called from the other room.

“Yeah, Sam got some. We’re in the kitchen babe!”

“Ugh yessssss I need it. It’s going to make that doughnut I saved taste even better!” 

Shit. Sam looked at me with wide eyes, as I licked the evidence off my fingers. “Not a word Sammy. Not one.”

“Dude, you’re screwed.”

I leaned against the counter just as she walked through the threshold, hair piled on top of her head, wearing an old t-shirt and my shorts. She smiled when she saw me and I’ll be damned if my heart didn’t stop right then and there. Sam held a cup out to her and she grabbed it inhaling deeply, closing her eyes to the smell of the fresh coffee. 

“Thanks, Sam. Now for my treat. Morning baby.”

“Hi, does that mean I’m your treat?” grabbing her wrist, I tugged her so she was leaning against me and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Hmmm nice try, but no.” Tipping her head back she looked at me, a silent invitation for a good morning kiss. An invitation, there was no chance I was going to deny. Leaning over her, I pressed my lips lightly to hers, but just when it was about to get good she pulled back. “You didn’t! Dean!”

“What? What just happened?”

“You ate my doughnut! Damn it!” 

“No I didn’t.” Shit.

“Dean I can taste the maple on you! Sam? Do you want anything? Dean’s about to go on a doughnut run.” 

“I am?” 

Patting my chest she smiled and winked before turning and sitting beside Sam at the small kitchen table.

“Right. I am, and I will be back very soon.”

“Hey! I want a bear claw.” Sam screeched after me.

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off as I opened the door.

“Dean, wait.” Y/N’s voice stopped me in my tracks. It always did. Turning around I looked at her, and was met with that damn smile again. “I love you.”

“You love doughnuts.” Her laughter followed me out the door. If a maple long john was all it took for that laugh and those smiles, I’d make sure she had one everyday. 

Excuse Me, Mister Wayne ?

Last year in Gotham University, finally, life can start… The books can be left behind… deadlines and papers, all of it, behind. Being the head of the class, and being a final year business student, what could possibly go wrong… nothing…right?

Writers note: This fic is dedicated to my fellow writer and (newly but feels like life long) friend @metalteeth-goldchain - This was her own idea she had asked me to write for her to enjoy as a reader - Go check her out, her writing is better than mine & she’s writing out an idea of mine! xx

Warnings: This fic will be heavily daddy and teacher kink, some swearing, smut, violence, I’m sure I will add on any warnings as I write parts to this fic. But for now this first part has no warnings.

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[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter Eleven)

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“Abby, wake up.” Mark whispers into my ear, gently shaking me. My eyelids are too heavy, and my body is still asleep.

“Baby, wake up.” He says. I turn my head away from his voice.

“No.” I groan.

“Come on, get up.” He says. I don’t know which day it is, or who I am. I think if he’s up then it would mean it’s quite late in the morning, but then I feel too sleepy, it must be dawn.

“What time is it?” I ask, my eyes still closed.

“Quarter to eight.” What the fuck? My subconscious, puts a sleeping mask on.

“Why are you waking me up?” I ask.

“I have a surprise for you. Get dressed, you don’t have to shower.” He says. A surprise? So soon in the morning? My eyes flutter open as I stretch.

“Come on.” He kisses my cheek, and as I close my eyes again, I hear him leave. Eventually I get up and brush my teeth, but my mind is still blurry, and my eyes threaten to close themselves. I wander in the living room of his flat, and he is on his phone, drinking a cup of coffee. He sees me and smiles.

“Morning Abby is quite a show.” He says, and I smile sleepily. I’m not that tired in the morning usually, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I sit on his lap, and he wraps his arms around me. I love sitting on his lap, he’s so strong and muscular, I feel cherished when he randomly kisses my cheek as we talk.

“I’m tired.” I moan, burying my face in his neck. Hmmm… he smells good. “You’ll sleep in the car.” He replies.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“It’s a secret.” He says.

“Why do we have to be up so soon?”

“Because. Get dressed, now.” He kisses my hair. Oh, bossy Tuan.

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It’s quarter to nine when Mark drives off to the unknown destination. I’m really excited to see where he’s taking me too. It’s still a little bit cold in the morning, but Mark Turned the air con on. Since I don’t want to bother him, I take his hoodie and use it as a blanket. It smells like him, and it’s warm.

“Can you, please, tell me where we’re going?” I ask him for what seems to be the millionth time. He simply shakes his head, tired to repeat the same thing each time I ask him. I yawn in response.

“Sleep, now. You’re tired.” He says. He’s right. I hum incoherently and before I know it, I’m drifting away.

We’re still moving as I wake. The sun is shining bright and we’re on the highway. I lift my arms and stretch, my eyes fluttering open.

“We’re almost there.” Mark says next to me. I glance at the clock, it’s half past ten. I look out the window, and we speed by a sign.

“San Diego?” I frown.

“Where are you taking me?” I look up at Mark, and he winks at me. I understand he’s not going to tell me. He turns to the left, and after a moment, he parks near a beach. It’s quite empty for a beach. I get out of his Mini Cooper and take a look at the landscape. Mark walks around the car and stands behind me, his arms wrapped around me.

“You wanted to go to beach, there it is.” He says into my ear. Holy shit! he drove all the way to San Diego just to take me to the beach?

“Mark!” I whirl around, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles down at me, proud and boyish.

“You’re the best, thank you.” I beam at him. Oh, this man is so caring. I kiss him on the lips.

“You’re welcome.” He replies. I let go of him and turn around. Am I dreaming?

“I can’t believe you did this.” I say appreciatively as he wraps his arms around me.

“We aim to please, miss Kraige.” He says, and I giggle. Suddenly, it occurs me.

“But I didn’t bring my swim suit.” I gasp in horror.  

“Your bag is in the car. I packed everything.” He says.

“You did?” I ask, and he winks playfully.

“I have towels, sun cream, and I packed lunch.” He says. He’s so thoughtful.

We quickly change so we can go in the water. I’m wearing my white trikini and he has red swim trunks. His chest is bare, tantalizing. After a moment of bronzing, more people start to walk onto the beach, and we decide to bathe before there is no place in the water. I take slow steps into the cool water, feeling it on my feet, then I sink in, to my knees, and when I glance behind me, Mark is just entering the water, his eyes on him. He gives me a wicked smile and a light flashes in his eyes, I squeal. I try to run away, but running in the water isn’t easy. I hear Mark taking big and rushed steps towards me, the water roar at each of his steps, and in spite of my desperate attempt to avid him, he reaches me and wraps his arms around me, making me laugh.

“I like your swimsuit.” He purrs into my ear.

I giggle and press myself against his chest, and he kisses my temple. I turn to him and kiss him, wrapping myself around him. I nibble at his bottom lips, and his tongue meet mine in a passionate dance. I devour his mouth, my fingers curling in his hair. He sucks on my bottom lip and runs his tongue across it, and my libido explode, I want him, now. I fist my hand and tug at his hair, tilting his head backwards, and I trail light kisses on his neck, and I feel him tense up under my touch.

“Stop. Not here.” He breathes, tearing himself away from me, leaving me hanging. I sigh and connect our foreheads.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I whisper.

“I could say the same thing.” He replies, and I look up at him. “I could show you.” I tease.

“By letting me show you how I feel about you.” He replies, and I want to scowl at him.

“Why can’t you just let me be on top?” I ask.


“Because we’re talking about your first time. I want you to show you trust me, and I want to show you how good love can feel.”

“Love?” I tilt my head to the side.

“My love. For you.” He says. Is it a confession? The thought warms up my heart. I look in his tender eyes.

“Say it.” I curl my fingers in his wet hair.


“I love you.” He breathes. His words travel straight to my heart. He loves me, and it make me happy. He’s the only man whose attention is important for me, and more than attention I get love from him.


“Say it again.” I breathe against his lips.


“I love you.” He repeats. Oh, it’s so exhilarating.


“I love you too.” I reply, and before I know it, his lips are on me. And as he kisses me, embraces me, loves me, a single tear rolls down my face.

-

Mark and I sit at the picnic area near the bitch, and I watch as he pulls one, two, three, five Tupperware boxes out of his bag.

“When did you plan all of this?” I ask. “During the night.” He opens one Tupperware box, and there is a salad inside.


“You’re crazy.” I say, more to myself than to him. In another Tupperware, there are watermelon squares. Hmmm… that’s perfect for the beach, he’s so thoughtful.

“Christian Grey would probably have rented the whole beach, I’m not a man of many resources.” He says, pulling out a bottle of apple juice for me, and tap water for him.

“This is much better.” I reply. The watermelon is so red, it looks juicy.  

“Is it, now? Rich guys get all the girls.” Mark says, giving me a fork and a knife. I reach out for the watermelon but he slaps my hand away.

“That’s the desert.” He scolds me playfully.

“Ana was first attracted to him because of his face and his money, clearly. I’m not like that. Not with you.” I say. The salad looks good too.

“You don’t like my face?” He asks, opening his Tupperware boxes with the same content as mine.

“I do, Mark, a lot. That’s just not what attracted me first.” I reply.

“What attracted you?” He asks.


“The way you dealt with me. You just wouldn’t stop calling me Abby, it was infuriating.” I reply. Oh, cherry tomatoes! When I think that I couldn’t bare someone calling me Abby for mouth ago, and that now a man gave me my firsts orgasm and makes me say I love him, the word ‘progress’ comes to my mind.

“You’ve come such a long way.” Mark says, his eyes admiring.

“I’m proud of you.” He adds, and I fight back a blush.

“It’s because of you, Mark. You changed me.” I murmur.

“I think you were already like this.” He replies, and I snort.


“Constantly horny? I don’t think so. It’s definitely your fault.” I say. Mark laughs loudly, running a hand through his hair unconsciously, making me want to kiss the life out of him, tugging at his hair myself.

“You’re horny?” He asks.

“I’ll be if you don’t stop doing this.” I breathe.

“Doing what?” He asks.

“Running your hand in your hair like this.” I can feel a strong blush creeping on my cheeks. Marks smile fades a little, and his eyes light up with mischievousness.

“You find it hot?” He smirks, his hot stare making me uncomfortable. I’m almost squirming.

“Yes.” I blush, and he gives me a wicked smile. He knows what he’s doing to me. We can’t do this now, I change subjects.

“How long have you been living in your apart?” I ask. Mark leans back in his chair, smiling smugly, bemused by my poor attempt to hide my embarrassment. Yet, he plays along.

“Five months, why?” He asks.


“It’s pretty big.” I reply. His apartment has three room, and he uses one as a study, his has a huge living room with an open kitchen, one bathroom in his bedroom and another one near the guestroom.

“I saved some money.” He says.

“You bought it?” My mouth is full of salad, and he snorts.

“My parents helped me a lot, my unused college founds also helped.” He says.

“Unused college founds?” I ask.

“I got a scholarship, I didn’t pay for anything.” He explains. Oh, I had almost forgot, my boyfriend is genius. I nod silently.

“I’m a clean person.” He says. I didn’t accuse him of anything, I know he’s not into illegal business, he almost screamed at me for not correctly walking on the zebra crossing marks.


“With dirty thoughts.” I tease, and he smirks. We sit there, looking at each other for a moment. Me, leaning towards him, and him leaning towards me, his chin resting on his hand and his head tilted to the side. He looks like teenager, so young and carefree.

“You have beautiful eyes, Abby. Have I told you that already?” Mark says quietly.

“A couple of times, yes.” I reply. Silence takes place between us again. Mark reaches out and brush my hair out of my face, his knuckles tracing a line down my temple, past my jaw and down my neck. His eyes leave mine and he looks down, his gaze changing, turning more melancholic.

“What?” I ask, and he looks back at me.

“I’ve never seen your scars.” He says, his thumb caressing the material of my choker, threatening to hitch it down at any moment.

“Mr. Tuan, you sure know how to choose your moments.” I lean back, away from his touch.

“You never choose one.” He replies. Why does he have to bring this up now? We were having a fucking good day.

“You’re ruining the moment; you realize that?” I mumble angrily, getting up from my seat. Mark leans back and watches as I stomp away from him.

-

I stand on a dune that watches over the beach near the picnicking area. There is no wind, there are no waves, but the water is loud and animated by the thousands of people playing and swimming. I’m glad we came sooner. Mark comes up to me, standing behind me and he wraps his arms around me. I don’t want to get mad at him, after what he’s done for me, I should make an effort. Mark kisses my cheek.


“You’re the most frustrating girl I’ve ever met, Abby.” He says into my ear, his voice soft.

“Why does it sound like a compliment?” I arch my brow.

“Because I like it.” He replies. He like me making him mad?

“You do?” I ask.

“To some degree.” He kisses my hair. I don’t really want to test his limits.

“Have you been here before?” I ask, and he hums negatively.

“Not even with Mrs. Cooper?” I turn my head to him.

“Why do you say that?” He says dryly, his brow furrowed, his face impassive. I roll my eyes and look back in front of me.

“It’s a joke, Mark.” I inform him.

“It wasn’t very funny.” He says.

“That’s because you have no humor.” I reply.

“No humor, eh?” He nudges me.

“Who almost made you pee in your pants yesterday?” He asks, and yesterday night’s memories come back to me. I see him telling me all kind of stories, from the one with the pumpkin to the one where he ended up naked in his neighbor’s house. I can’t help a giggle.

“You miss my impersonation of De Nero?” He asks, making me crack up. Oh, that was the best.

“No, no, please.” I reply, my laugh fading away.

“I love to hear your laugh.” Mark says after a moment of silence. I sigh inwardly. This man is my only weakness. It’s hard to refuse him further access to myself. I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you, Mark. I just need time.” I murmur, my eyes pleading.

“Okay. I love you too.” He says, and his lips are on mine, kissing me tenderly, his fingers curling into my hair.

“Come. It’s time to go.” He says, taking my hand in his. As we walk back to his car, today’s event come back to me like a movie. I’ve spent one of the most amazing day of my life. We took awesome pictures, but then I realize I have no one to share them with.

“What are you thinking about?” Mark asks, tearing me away from my reverie. How does he know I’m thinking?

“I want to tell Bea.” I reply. I think I’m saying this for the hundredth time, and his answer is always the same, but it gets harder for me to lie to her.

“Abby…” He whines in his usual disapproving tone.

“I know her; she won’t tell anyone.” I add, he shakes his head.


“You don’t know that.”


“Yes, I do. She’s my best friend, she’s like a sister to me.” I outdo, taking him by the feelings.

“I understand what you feel, but you can’t do that.” He says. I give up the sweet talk card. Nothing works with him. Why am I crushed by the simple fact that he says no? What kind of authority does he have on me ?


“See, you’re always controlling me.” I say. 'Abby don’t do this’ 'Abby you can’t do that’, 'No, Abby.’ Can’t he let me take my own decisions?  

“And you know how mad I can get.” He replies. Is that a threat? I’ve seen a glimpse of mad Tuan one time, only one time, and I don’t ever want to see it again, god it was chilling.

“I can get mad too.” I murmur.

“That would be quite a show actually.” He replies. Does he not care about me getting mad? It’s always about what he doesn’t want me to do, but he doesn’t care about being the one who makes me mad.


“Now you’re making fun of me.” I let his hand go, and he pulls me by the waist.

“No, I’m not.” He says. We reach his car, and as I make a move to climb in and giving him the silent treatment, he kisses my lips, taking my face in his hands. Hmmm… his lips are delicious. He pulls away, and I bite my lip to prevent myself from giving in.

“Listen, let’s just wait a little bit, okay?” He tilts his head to the side cutely; but it doesn’t work.

“She’ll get mad at me.” I say quietly, and he frowns.


“Why would she?” He asks.

“Because I’ve been lying to her for months.” I explain. From the moment Mark caught my eye, to his proposition, to Dallas, to why I stay with him after class, to what I did this weekend, I’ve been hiding all of this from her. The later I’ll tell her, the bigger will be her anger. Mark seems to realize I’m right and lets my face go, sighing loudly.

“Please, Mark.” I murmur, and he purses his lips.

“Fine.” He finally says. Thank god!

“Thank you.” I kiss him tenderly.

“Today was awesome. You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” I purr, gently combing his hair. God, I love this man, and he loves me too. “We aim to please, miss Kraige.” He boops my nose and I crinkle it, making him smile.

“That you do, Mr. Tuan, in many ways.”

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Request: Hiiiiiii! I love your writing so much like idk if you feel me lol so i was wondering if you could do a BSM imagine with Sam because i feel he doesnt get as much credit lol where you’re like 17 and closer with him because you’ve lived with him before because Dean was with John and Dean gets jealous that you don’t speak/share with him as much and tries to bond with you but you just feel awkward or something like that. I don’t know you decide the ending haha. And again love your writing!! Xxx

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

A/N: I hope you like it!!! Please please please let me know what you think!!!!!!!

You raised your fist to knock yet found yourself unable to do so. You hated doing this, asking for help, but it was Sam. He wouldn’t mind, he was your brother. Right?

You took a deep breath swallowing all of your pride as you did so before knocking three short times on the large metal door. You had to wait about a minute or so before the door finally opened, which didn’t surprise you. If someone gets an underground bunker in the middle of nowhere they typically aren’t expecting visitors.

The door opened to reveal your eldest brother, Dean, standing behind it with a confused expression on his face. “Y/N?”

“Hey Dean-o” You smiled and gave a small awkward wave.

“Hey.” He responded bringing his hand out from behind him, where he no doubt held a gun.

You smiled again awkwardly not exactly knowing what to say next. Luckily you didn’t have to for Sam appeared right behind Dean with a huge grin on his face.

“Y/N!” Sam smiled opening his arms up to you.

“Sammy!” You exclaimed laughing slightly as you were engulfed in his abnormally large arms.

Dean watched in confusion as you guys hugged, it only increasing as he watched Sam pick you up and spin your around as you laughed loudly.

Sam let your feet finally touch the ground, as soon as he let go you stepped back and punched him in the arm.

“I’m not a child anymore you can’t do that.” You said unable to keep the laugh from your voice.

Sam pretended to consider your argument “You see but I can.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what his next move was. You dropped your duffle on the ground and took off running in the opposite direction, Sam right behind you.

Dean clenched his jaw as he watched you attempt to run away from Sam, both of you laughing all the while. When the hell did you two become so close?

No matter how fast you ran there was no way you would ever be able to outrun Sam. With his gigantic legs and everyday morning run you never stood a chance.

Sam easily caught up to you sweeping you off your feet and spinning around once again.

“I think I win.” Sam laughed.

“Fine” You said still doing your best to control your laughter. “Now as a result you can give me a piggy back ride back to the bunker.”

Sam rolled his eyes before letting you down and spinning around allowing you to jump on his back.

-

Dean heard you and Sam enter the bunker, laughing of course, as he took long pulls from his beer bottle downing it in seconds and reaching for another one.

Sam entered the kitchen with you on his back and your duffle slung over his shoulder.

“Hey.” Sam said drawing Dean’s attention away from his beer bottle. “Y/N and I are going to get some dinner do you want to come?”

“No” Dean answered immediately having no interest in being the third-wheel of siblings.

“Uh-ok” Sam answered with his eyebrows drawn together. “See ya”

Dean offered a tight lipped smile as Sam walked towards the garage grabbing the impala’s keys on the way out.

-

You picked absentmindedly at the left over fries on your plate. The conversation with Sam had eventually died down, as you knew it would, until all that remained was the serious stuff.

You heard Sam clear his throat and groaned internally, here it comes.

“So Y/N why aren’t you in school?” Sam asked as you sighed.

“I-uh-graduated” You admitted shyly,

“What!?” Sam asked sitting up straighter in his seat.

“I’ve got all my credits and have been accepted into a few colleges so I figured why stay another year.” You shrugged picking up one of your fries placing it into your mouth.

“Y/N” Sam exclaimed “That’s amazing! You should have told us!”

You shrugged again not making eye contact, you never could accept a compliment well. “You guys were busy, it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal? You graduated high school a year early it’s a huge deal!” Sam exclaimed.

“No it’s not so please don’t make a big deal out of it.” You begged.

Sam only chuckled “As you wish.”

You both fell silent again though Sam kept looking at you with a small smile on his face. You, however, chose to ignore this opting to look out of the window instead.

“So Y/N not that I don’t love that you’re here but why are you?” Sam asked.

“In truth I don’t have anywhere else to go” You admitted sadly looking at your fidgeting fingers on the table.

Sam’s smile faltered slightly as he placed a hand over yours. “You can always stay with us. As long as you need”

You smiled up at Sam, this was why you loved him, he was always so kind. Well it’s one of the reasons you love him because let’s face it every part of Sam was lovable.

“Thanks. Do you mind if we go back to the bunker I spent all day driving here.” You said softly.

Instead of answering Sam simply stood up offering his hand out to you. You took it gladly allowing him to guide you back to the car.

-

Sam walked into the bunker holding your sleeping form in his arms. He walked through the many hallways towards one of the empty rooms. He set you down on the bed, took off your shoes, and pulled the blanket over you before leaving the room shutting the door behind him.

He turned around and nearly ran into Dean who was standing right behind him.

“She asleep?” He asked gesturing towards the door.

“Yeah” Sam answered awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets.

“So you guys are-uh-close” Dean commented doing his best to sound casual.

“Uh-yeah. She stayed with me in an apartment before I moved in with Jess.” Sam answered.

“Dad said she went to boarding school.”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck nervously choosing his words carefully before he decided to speak. “She didn’t want to stay with Dad.” He answered bluntly finding no other way to say it.

“What?”

“Well let’s face it Dean Dad didn’t exactly treat Y/N the best.”

“Dad did the best he could with what he had.” Dean said quick to defend John.

“I know Dean trust me.” Sam said trying to calm Dean down. “but Y/N didn’t want to hunt, Dad didn’t understand that.”

“I-I didn’t know.” Dean said softly.

“Hey don’t worry about it. Why don’t you take her somewhere tomorrow, do something together.” Sam offered.

“Yeah.” Dean said nodding “Ok.”

-

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling on a pan. You followed your nose to the source of the smell. In the kitchen you found Dean standing in front of the stove making pancakes and bacon while a pot of coffee brewed.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean said not looking up from the pancakes.

“Morning” You yawned heading for the coffee immediately.

You sat at the table with your coffee just as Dean slid a plate of pancakes your way.

“Hey so I was wondering something.” Dean said slowly.

“hmmm” You mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes.

“do you want to go do something today? Just you and me” He asked keeping his gaze on the griddle in front of him.

“Sure” You shrugged shoveling more food into your mouth. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know” Dean shrugged “A movie?”

At this you smiled “Sure”

-

About two hours later you were standing in the movie theater next to Dean with a tub of popcorn in your hands as you waited for them to let you into the theater.

A heavy silence had fallen over you and Dean.

“So uh how are you?” He asked picking a piece of popcorn from the top of the bucket.

“I’m good” You responded “You?”

“Uh-yeah-I’m good” He responded before an awkward silence broke out between you again.

“So how’s school?”

“I’m actually done” You said with a tight lipped smile.

“Wow” Dean said raising his eyebrows “That’s awesome”

“Yeah” You responded rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

All of a sudden people started to rush into the theater signaling that it was time to enter. You sighed in relief, you were pretty sure that Dean was out of conversation topics after that.

-

You and Dean were in the impala after the movie driving back towards the bunker. Not a word had been shared between you and Dean since it had ended. That was until now.

“So uh what did you think of the movie?” Dean asked.

You bit your lip and started chuckling before you could stop yourself. Dean looked over at you with his eyebrows drawn together. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

This only caused you to laugh harder as Dean continued to stare at you in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to get out once you had calmed down. “It’s just that you’re trying too hard.”

“what?” Dean asked.

“To be the perfect big brother.”

Dean simply stared at you, finding himself at a loss for words.

“Look Dean, I know it looks like I like Sam better than you but that’s not true.” You assured him. “Though it’s true that I’m closer with Sam it doesn’t’ mean that I like you any less. That’s just who Sam is, he’s a good listener so I tell him more. You, on the other hand, are much more spontaneous and protective. So if I want to talk to someone I go to Sam but if I want to forget about something I go to you.” You explained.

Dean still eyed you suspiciously as if he didn’t believe you.

“I still love you both, but you can’t deny that I’ve spent much more time with Sam. You also can’t try and force your way through developing a strong relationship like your trying to.”

“I’m sorry I just-“ Dean began but you cut him off.

“Don’t even try to apologize Dean. Look I’m sorry I was spending more time with-“

“Hey if I’m not allowed to apologize you aren’t either.” Dean said causing you to chuckle softly.

“Fair enough. So why don’t we go get a burger and try again.” You suggested.

“Yeah” Dean smiled “I’d like that.”

Imagine the morning after with Dean

Charakter: DeanxReader
Words: 170
Warnings: none
Summary: imagine the morning after with Dean

A/N: just a little quickie ;)
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You smell coffee, as you gently open your eyes. On your bedside table stands a cup of coffee and a single rose in a vase. You smile as you think about last night. Dean leans over you and kisses your neck. “Good Morning beauty, did you sleep well?” You smile dreamy. “Hmmm.” Dean nibbles on your earlobe. “Breakfast isn’t delicious, as you.” You turn around and kisses him deeply. “Maybe we should skipped breakfast.” “Dean..” You push him away from you. “What is (Y/N)? I just enjoy my appetizer.” Laughing you turn away and grab his shirt, which lies on the floor. You smell at the rose and smile at Dean.“ Thank you.” You prevent yourself down to him and kiss him lightly. Before you can react, Dean grabbed you and pulled you back into the bed. “Breakfast can wait (Y/N).”