Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping
Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.
Word Count: 3000ish
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
“Where does Sam think you are right now?”
Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”
You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.