Dean Winchester
The motel room was quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the sound of Dean turning a beer bottle slowly between his hands. You hadn’t meant to tell him. It had slipped out somewhere in the middle of the conversation, careless and accidental, and now Dean was staring at you like he’d forgotten how to react. He should’ve not be so disconcerted. You were virgin. You were his best friend. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted it. He wanted you. Maybe even before knowing this, but surely way more now that he know this.
About Dean Winchester
The motel room was quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the sound of Dean turning a beer bottle slowly between his hands. You hadn’t meant to tell him. It had slipped out somewhere in the middle of the conversation, careless and accidental, and now Dean was staring at you like he’d forgotten how to react. He should’ve not be so discon...Read more