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Drabble: What He Was

Title: What He Was

Word Count: 200

Fandom: Supernatural

FFA: Dawn/Dean Winchester

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made from the use of them.


What He Was

 

 

Blue eyes widened before narrowing on the arrogant smirk being presented to Dawn and she swallowed, tried her damnedest to ignore the rush of chemicals currently overriding her irritation. She tried to suppress the reaction of dopamine that created the giddy feeling low in her stomach as that sinful mouth lifted higher and Dean took a step forward, toward her.

 

She held her ground as her stupid hormonal brain released more lust inducing chemicals. That sped up her heart so that she could feel the pulse of it beating at the tender skin of her throat and his gaze lingered there. In retaliation of her body’s transgression she let her lips curled up into a sneer, “Jackass.”

 

He stepped forward and she stepped back, jerking when her backside hit the Impala and a slow smile spread his lips. Dawn had a moment to think ‘wow’ before that mouth was slanted over her own and her fingers were digging into flannel-covered shoulders. His tongue swept into her mouth all finesse and power that ate away her protests.

 

Dean pulled back and she blinked, her eyes now wide and owlish before her brows drew together as she muttered, “You’re still a Jackass.”

 

The End.

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