"You like what you see?" He asks in a tone that suggest that he is teasing.
"Honestly, I feel jealous." I say frankly. I run my fingers down the smooth chest muscles. He smiles encouragingly. Then picks up my hand and presses a kiss on my palm. He then put each finger onto his mouth and sucks tenderly. The feeling is so exhilarating. He let's go of my hand as his one hand moves to unzip the zipper on my hoodie and he bends to kiss me.
As much as curdling with Dean on his bed feels amazing,I wonder if he wouldn't regret if he knew who I really am .He may know much about me but he doesn't know that I am that child who the Wilson family had searched for even ten years after he disappeared.Oh yeah! I know they looked for me. A lot .I worder why. They had made it clear they didn't want me
