Supernatural One Shot

Trying to get work done when your boyfriend Dean was around was almost impossible, even menial housework was far harder to complete if he was there. You'd assume with two extra hands, the housework would be easier to complete, however those two spare hands were usually on your body somewhere rather than assisting anything.

You were doing your best to get some of the washing up that had been left from the night before and seen as Dean was in a different room, you hoped you could get a majority of it done before he tried to drag you back to bed. A few bits of cutlery were on the draining board as you grabbed one of the plates and begun to scrub at it with one of the kitchen sponges.

Before you were able to fully clean the plate and let it dry, you felt something collide with your rear. You let out a squeal of shock, the plate falling from your hands back into the suddy water, crashing into the rest of the crockery that occupied it. Sponge still in hand, you turned around to see Dean with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Dean," you berated.

Sometimes you thought about putting a bell on him, he could some how make his way into a room without you even knowing he was there until his hands were on you. Of course, you weren't going to complain about him wanting to be close to you and his wandering hands, you just wished he could keep them to himself for five minutes so you could get a couple of jobs done.

"Yes, my love," he grinned, trying to act innocent even though both of you knew that was rubbish.

"If you keep slapping my arse every time, I try to get something done, I'm going to leave all the chores to you," you playfully threatened.

"You know you like it," he smirked.

Now that you were facing him, he snaked his arms around your middle, his hands cupping your rear and using such a grip to pull you closer to him. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Dean," you said in a warning tone. "I need to get this washing up done before it becomes a solid mass and we have to have the sink refitted- again."

"What can I say? Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you," he grinned leaning in to press his lips to yours, winning the battle and stealing you away from the washing up.

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Written by Charlotte.

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