It's Dean Winchester, so there's no way in Hell it's innocent.

Eating on the bed is understandable, he does it all the time. But he's usually watching whatever shit's on TV in the area, or blasting music, or something. Not this time. Oh, no. This time, he's staring directly into her eyes as he tilts his head just a little to drop a few more chili cheese fries into his mouth. Further proof is that he's shirtless. He's rarely shirtless, unless he's waiting to get into the shower after Sam. But he's already had his shower and Sam's gone to the local library to do "something useful" – his own words of course.

It can't possibly be innocent.

He's tempting her on purpose. The way he tilts his head to expose his neck and collarbone, the way he smirks just a little as he licks his lips. He's good at what he's doing and he knows it. She might have been the cause – walking around in only booty shorts and a very thin tank top all day might have caught his attention. The rather sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans only confirms it. Nothing Dean Winchester does is innocent.

So, it's only a matter of time before the dam breaks. It actually doesn't take very long. A few of the fries from Dean's next handful slip through his fingers and land on his chest, not sliding any further because of how reclined he is against the headboard. He glances down at the for a second before giving a little shrug and shoveling the rest in his hand into his mouth. Dean looks up as he's sucking his fingers clean and gives a smirk, and that's it.

She moves to the other side of the room quickly and straddles his waist easily. Dean smirks up at her victoriously before she presses her hips to his and grinds against his erection. His smirk drops off his face, but she picks it up and grinds against him again. A little groan escapes his lips and his hand slips away from his mouth to reach up and pull her down for a kiss. He tastes delicious.

She pulls back and slides down a bit, licking across his chest and nipples, cleaning up the mess the fries made. She gets one halfway in her mouth and grins around it, crawling back up to give it to him with a kiss. Dean chews and swallows it quickly, eyes a little hazy but focused on her. She slides the rest of the way down and easily gets his jeans undone with her teeth, meeting his eyes the whole time.

She pulls the clothing down just enough to reach him – Dean going commando is quite useful – and licks him from base to tip once before deep-throating him all at once. His hips buck and she lets them at first, before holding them down with surprising strength. Dean moans loudly and she doesn't let up as she bobs her head up and down him. At some point, he reached down and grabbed her hair, though now she notices because he's tugging, hard, and she knows that means he's close. She swallows around him – thanking whatever power there is that her gag reflex is long gone – and he comes violently, pulling her hair so hard she thinks he might rip it out.

It's worth it, though, to hear him shout like that. And to have such a nicely mixed flavor in her mouth.