7 minutes in heaven ~ Dean

You looked at the boys carefully before grabbing Sam's ring and throwing it at him.

He caught it, "good reflexes," you commented before grabbing Dean by his arm and dragging him over to the closet.

Castiel seemed a little disappointed, but walked over to the t.v. and started watching a game. While Sam walked over to you two.

The closet was small, but enough for you two to fit with your legs spread out without touching each other.

Dean sat down first, then you crawled in after him.

Sam looked at you two wryly, "don't do anything too drastic..."

You laughed, "don't wor-"

Dean interrupted you, "you can't stop love, Sammy."

Sam gave a disgusted look at Dean before looking at you and whispering, "these walls are thin."

Dean gave Sam a look, "and so is my patience, so close the damn door."

Sam glared at Dean, "sexually frustrated much?"

Dean stuck out his tongue before mimicking Sam, "sexually frustrated much?"

You couldn't help but giggle, they really did act like kids when they wanted to.

They seem to have both smiled, seeing you get a laugh at their bickering.

"Seven minutes." Sam breathed out, before closing the door harshly.

You weren't even able to say anything before Dean's lips were attacking yours.

You eyes widen slightly, his hands running up and down your sides before going up your shirt.

You gasped, his touch was cold, and made you shiver.

He took your gasp as an advantage, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He moved his hand to your hips before grabbing you and laying you on the ground softly.

You decided that it'd be too much trouble to stop him, so you went along with it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your fingers running through his short hair.

His eyes opened, revealing his beautifully colored eyes, filled with lust and love.

You smiled into the kiss, before closing your eyes, enjoying it.

He finally pulled back for air, taking sharp breathes in.

You licked your lips before attacking him, biting his lip eagerly.

He parted his lips and your roamed through your new territory.

Honestly, he didn't expect this from you.
He expected you to just stay there and let him do what he wanted.

But, no.

You were feisty, and he loved it.

Your hands quickly brought his shirt up, revealing his unbelievably toned body.

He didn't protest as you took it off completely.

You kissed his lips before bringing yours down his neck.

Your hands stayed at his shoulders before you brought them down his torso along with your lips, your finger nails digging into his skin.

He hissed in pain, but a smirk was plastered on his lips.

You smiled on his scared skin before looking up at him.

Your smile turned to a smirk, and he brought you back up to his lips, kissing you hungrily.

You sat on his lap, your legs wrapped around his bare torso.

You knew your seven minutes were coming to a close, but, Dean just kept on kissing you, over and over again.

"De-"

He wouldn't even give you enough time to say his name before kissing you again.

He knew your seven minutes were up too, so he simply shifted you on his lap, holding onto your waist with one hand, while the other held the door knob.

"They're not ruining our fun..."

He gave you a mischievous smile before kissing you again, forcing his tongue between your lips, ignoring Sam's protest on the other side of the door.

~*~

Eventually, you guys came out of the closet, only to find the room empty.

You guys looked around confused, "weren't they suppose to stay in here?"

You looked over to Dean before spotting a note on the table.

The note was simple...

Dear ____________/Dean,

You guys are obnoxiously loud, so Sam called up Bobby and told him the predicament. Of course, he didn't have to explain it all, seeing as though ___________ moaned fairly loud before he could finish. ____________, Dean, don't worry, god has already forgiven you. Oh, and Sam said to say were on the other side of the motel.

-Castiel, angel of the lord.

By the end of the letter, you didn't know whether to blush, or look awkwardly at Dean, so you did both.

"S-Should we call them?"

He shook his head, "no, we should have round two...Feel like a shower?"

Before you could protest, he picked you up bridal style and walked to the bathroom door, opening it, then shutting it quickly.