Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam
Word Count: 2,109
Warnings: implied smut at the end, dean’s lips, that’s about it
Summary: Guy after guy and you’re still always getting the worst ones. The worst kisser, the worst flirter… Until Dean shows you exactly how a man should take care of you.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry I don’t have a requested fic out. I’m so busy and haven’t had time to write anything yet. If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists!
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You slammed the door to the Bunker as you walked inside,
pissed about life right now. You didn’t care what time it was, and you didn’t
care who you woke up. You were pissed and you needed alcohol.
“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Dean asked, still up and right where you left him 5 hours ago.
“Don’t start with me, Dean.” You sighed, sitting down across from him, grabbing the whiskey bottle he’s been drinking from. You took a large swig and sighed, pushing the bottle back to him which he caught.
“What happened? Need me to punch someone? Or kill?” He asked, knowing you were very upset about something.
“No, it’s not that. You won’t understand.” You said, waving him off.
“Hey, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. What is it? Did he do something to you?” Dean asked. You just came back from a date and you were very excited about it when you left so he was confused to why you were like this. It was a stupid thing to get upset over but lately, this kind of thing has been happening to you and you can’t take it anymore.
“No, he did everything right.” You said, not finishing the rest of the sentence.
“But…?” Dean knew you better than anyone. He knew there was more to this.
“Okay, this is going to sound very stupid so don’t laugh…” He nodded and leaned back in his seat. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig before continuing. “He didn’t know how to kiss well.” You waited for Dean to start laughing, teasing you about how dumb you were being.
But it never came.