Dean x Reader

Prompt: Take. It. Off

It wasn't very often that you and Dean would get a motel room to yourselves. Usually, the two of you would be cramped on a thin double bed, with Sam snoring in the bed next to yours. Seldom was he gone, always doing research, leaving you and Dean to stare at each other longingly.

Sure, there were the hurried touches in the back seat of the Impala, or the quickies when Sam went for food. But you wanted more. Needed more. Needed to actually see Dean as you ran your hands along his bear skin. Needed to see his green eyes above you as his body pressed against yours. It had been too long since you had felt the weight of his hand against your breast. Or held his length in your hand.

With no time to yourself, the only thing you've been able to share were heated glances, light touches as you moved from place to place. Unspoken promises of things to come. Dean was a pro at saying a million things without saying a word, telling you exactly what he would do to you as soon as Sam was out of the room.

As you sat there, Dean was staring at you, nibbling on his bottom lip as Sam paced around the room, talking about the clues he had seen in the files. Sending heat to your lower region,a heady feeling. Neither of you were paying attention, both caught up in the heated glances.

"You know what?" Sam asked, and finally you snapped your head his way. "I think I'm going to go research in the library. Until they close. Which is like 11:00. See ya later."

Not even watching as Sam left the room, your hands clenched against the sheets as Dean licked his lower, plump lip. As soon as Sam was gone, your hands went straight to your flannel shirt, messing with the top button.

"Finally." Dean muttered, standing up and striding over to you. "Take. It. Off." He growled, motioning to your flannel shirt as he pulled his over his head.

"Gladly." You answered, needing to give Sam a present for deciding to give the two of you some time alone.