Abducted: Part Two SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 12: My Door Is Always Open

"That's a big arse muffin. Did they put steroids in it or something?" You commented after taking a sip of the hot coffee. He'd got you a vanilla latte, just as he knew you liked.

Chucking at you, Dean shook his head. You were relieved he didn't answer you verbally. Considering he had just taken a large bite of the giant baked good. Why you continued to ask him questions with his mouth full like that, you don't know, but hit him you did with his disappearance. "You were up early."

"You and Sam were up late." He chided back before taking in his next mouthful.

Your lips pursed and your eyebrows raised in a silent humph. That didn't get you very far, but you weren't too concerned about it. In all honestly you were just disappointed he wasn't there when you first woke up.

Deciding you probably should be getting ready before anything else, you tucked your coffee cup gently in the crevasse of your inner knee. Your leg was folded in the perfect angle in front of you to allow you to do so. Pulling out your moisturiser, you took the lid off and then balanced it in your left hand with the small tube. You couldn't apply your makeup without the bathroom mirror but you could prune your face in advance to help with the application of your foundation.

You could feel Dean's eyes on you as you rubbed the cream over your face with your right hand. Glancing up, you contorted your face in confusion. You chuckled softly through your "What?"

Swallowing his mouthful, his eyes never leaving yours, he grinned and then playfully asked. "Did you wake up lonely sweetheart?"

"Maybe..." You smirked back as you returned the moisturiser's lid back into place. After last nights efforts, you found no point in lying to him. You'd revealed a lot more embarrassing things, so little details like that didn't hurt anymore. You also figured he might appreciate knowing that thought. It was always nice to feel wanted after all.

"Yeah you did..." He teased but quickly turned serious. "But I had the best sleep I've had in a long time... Probably why I woke up early..."

The bathroom door behind you clicked open and Dean looked behind you over to his brother. Raising his head at him as he took another bite of his giant muffin.

"You all good?" You turned your head in Sam's direction, wanting to confirm the bathroom was free.

"All yours Glowworm." Sam moved over to the table to pack his discarded sleep clothes away. He was now dressed as Inspector Moore. "Muffins! Nice." He exclaimed picking out one himself when Dean offered him the bag.

Collecting your things in your left arm and your coffee cup in your right. You placed the drink gently on the nightstand near you and went to change yourself.

Getting dressed in your business attire was the quick part. Laying the professional make up down took a few more minutes. But you'd perfected the routine over the last few months and your hands were indeed skilled. Steadily applying the liquid eyeliner with ease. While the minimum amount of small black flakes marked your skin from the bristled wand of the mascara.

You chuckled to yourself remembering the time you'd told Dean your hands were skilled in the stolen vehicle as he drove it to Junction city. While you'd wiped the slate clean, you still cherished a few choice moments from that night. The favourite being when you stroked Dean's finger seductively and he replied with "You're killing me here sweetheart..."

A naughty thought then crossed your mind. You knew it was common for men to get hard in their sleep and you wondered if that may have woken Dean up early. Jeez you were horny and you wondered if you really were happy enough to wait for him like he'd asked. You hated the sexist thought, but it was almost like your gender stereotypes had been reversed. At least it felt that way.