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

Chapter 25: The Thing About Tulsa

Dean was already up and currently in the shower. He hadn't closed the door fully and you knew it was so he could listen out for any suspicious activity while you were still asleep. Your boyfriend, the hunter. Ever the protector and always prepared for the worst.

Rather than getting up, you decided to lay in and curl up under the covers. An action you regretted immediately as you felt the pull of the cuts across your skin. Reminding you of the questions that ran through your mind before you finally fell asleep last night. That damn protection spell on your body. Always cutting you up, but never seeming to cause any damage on those that were threatening you at the time. It was a sick joke. At least that's how it currently felt to you.

From the other side of the bathroom door, you heard Dean's phone echo against the tiles. The shower stopped shortly after and you heard his voice answer "Yeah... Yeah, ah..." You saw his head poke out from behind the door and he grinned when he saw you. "Give us five... Yeah. Okay..." He then hung up the call and walked over to the bed with only a towel around his waist, carrying his boxers in one hand, phone still in the other.

He threw the device on the bed and leaned down to kiss you with a smile on his lips. "Morning." His words mumbled against you.

"Morning." You replied quietly as Dean pulled back.

"Sam's waiting for us for breakfast... How're you feeling?" He asked as he removed the towel to dry himself properly. It was a simple action, drying oneself, but the sight of him doing it so closely in front of you was a distraction. "Eyes up here babe." He chuckled at you.

Your eyes passed over the bruising that had appeared on his torso to look up at him. "A bit of stinging, but I'm fine. You took a beating." You stated on the end.

"Yeah." He nodded once. "But it's nothing I'm not used to. Couple of bruises. That's about it."

Shifting the covers off of you, you stood up to wrap your arms around him. Instigating the kiss for a change. Dean did it way too often for your liking. Not the kissing part, you loved that. Just the starting of it part. You wanted to take the lead sometimes too, wanting to make him feel just as special as he made you feel everyday.

You deepened the kiss with your tongue, pushing your hips as far into him as they could go at the same time. The movement caused him to groan and you grinned the best you could with your mouth currently still attached to his.

One of Dean's hands was on your bottom, while the other kept you in place at the neck, not allowing you to leave the embrace. His touch was light though, being ever so careful of the cuts that still plagued your skin. When he squeezed your cheek, you pulled away from him to see his beautiful green eyes staring back at you.

"Shame you're still stinging..." He smirked at you. "You need some help getting dressed?"

"Um... Yeah... Maybe." Quickly realising that this kind of thing was when having a boyfriend was definitely convenient. Not that you wanted to be hit with the protection spell all the time, or that you wanted to think of him in that light.

"Alright." He replied happily before throwing his towel on the bed next to you and stepping back to put his boxers on. Then he walked over to the table at the front of the room to grab his jeans that had been hung over the chair there the night before. Dressing himself as you followed over to find your own clothes.

Both of your duffle bags had been on the floor next to the table and you picked yours up to place it on one of the chairs to dig through it easier. You were mindful not to make any sound of pain as you stretched down, not wanting to cause any fuss, something you hated more than anything. But his watchful eyes must've noticed your movements, because his hands found their way gently to your waist. Carefully avoiding the spaces covered by the bandages. "It really hurts, doesn't it? Why have you never said anything?"