Touching Dean
Title: Three ways Dean was touched
Author:
missyjack
Rating: pg-13
Genre: gen, drabbles
Disclaimer: Kripke owns everything
A/N: Three drabbles written for supernatural100 drabble challenge #38 Touch
One:
If you asked Dean what he liked about sex, he’d say Dude?
After a few beers, he might tell you it was the way a woman felt: the softness of her lips, the firm insistence of her tongue, that satiny bit around her nipples (which had some weird name he could never remember), and the textured moistness inside her.
If tequila was involved, Dean might tell you the best bit of sex was afterwards when your bodies were slick with sweat, while you were still inside her and you held each other.
If you asked Dean whether he meant cuddling, he’d say Dude!
Two:
”He’s going to taste the iron in your blood.”
Dean could feel the demon enter him.
It thrust into him hard. It tore through Dean's organs and muscles. It punched into him again and again. Dean felt he was disintegrating in body and soul.
Dean raised his eyes and searched for his father behind that veil of evil but failed to find him. As his blood leached through his skin, it drew Dean’s life and his hope with it.
With a last immense effort he reached out desperately to his father.
And finally, with love, Dean touched him.
Three:
Dean fucking hated talking about feelings and shit.
When he was with Dad, not talking worked pretty well. Dad said what he needed to say, nothing more nothing less.
Sammy on the other hand wanted to workshop every damn thing. What do you mean? Why? and how are you feeling?
Dean was just not a touchy feely sort of guy. He’d just suck it up and get on with the job.
But if you watched carefully, in between what he wasn’t saying you’d see it said in a comforting hand on his brother’s chest, or a good natured punch to his father’s arm.