AUTHOR NOTE: This was picked as part of my prompt event on my Instagram account Waywardimagines by follower .Scarlett.
PROMPT: #25: "Have you seen my hoodie?"
CHARACTER:Dean
You sat in your room and snuggled in the warmth of Dean's hoodie as moments from last night flashed in your mind. You and Dean had gone on a hunt and Castiel and Sam and went on another. You're not sure what came over you. You remembered slowly squeezing your hand up Dean's thigh. Next thing you knew you were parked and you were straddling his lap. His lips slowly nipping at the pulse point on your neck. His hands sliding up your thighs and under your skirt as he gripped your hips.
"Sweetheart you're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear. The huskiness and desire in his voice drove you wild. You soon found yourself in the back seat of the Impala. It was the most amazing night of your life. The way Dean kissed you, the way he touched you. It was truly heaven. Afterward you two cuddled. You were cold so Dean grabbed his hoodie from the front seat and handed it to you. You gladly threw it on. You'd been wearing it ever since. You hugged yourself and the smell of Dean's cologne hit your nose. It was intoxicating. "Y/N," Dean called, "Have you seen my hoodie?".
"No," you said, "maybe check in Baby," you called back. No way was he getting the hoodie back.