You walk into your bedroom after an incredibly long day. All that Christmas shopping really wore you out, having to find gifts for absolutely every member of your family in one day on a tight budget isn't exactly an easy task. Caught up in a flurry of exhaustion, you almost don't see Dean sitting on the bed, as if he was waiting for you. He smiles and motions for you to come over.
"You look like you've had a long day," he says, "come here."
You roll your eyes. "Dean, not now," you say, "I'm fucking exhausted."
He pats the bed next to him, "we don't have to do anything," he says, "just come sit with me."
You smile, putting your bags down then crawl onto the bed next to Dean. He puts his arm around you as your head falls onto his chest.
"So, what'd you get?" he asks.
You laugh, "you just want to know what I got for you."
He smirks, "you got me. No chance you'll tell me?"
"That would spoil the surprise," you tell him.
He looks down at you. You stare back up at him, smiling. Before you know it, you and Dean are lip locked. You have the suspicion that he's just trying to get you to reveal the surprise to him but for now you're just going to enjoy this moment. God, he's such a good kisser. Hell, he deserves a god damn trophy. You sit up, running your fingers through Dean's hair and deepening the kiss. The moment lasts for a good long time, until finally you both stop and stare at each other.
"Still not gonna tell me?" he asks.
You scoff, "in your dreams."
He shrugs, pulling you back into his arms, "worth a shot."
"Trust me, you'll like it," you tell him. You glance over at the bag sitting in the corner of the room. It's tempting to tell him what it is. Out of all the gifts you've gotten for people, his is the one you're most proud of. It's a trophy for being the best kisser.
