Supernatural what makes you beautiful

Not what you think other people think you look sexiest in. I mean put on what you never fail to feel sexy wearing. Meet me in my room in 15 minutes okay? Opening your top drawer, you paused.

What do I feel sexiest in? Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your favorite pair of panties and bra. He said whatever I feel sexiest in right?

Closing the door behind you, you turned to find Dean standing almost toe to toe with you. Is this a sick joke or something? God damnit, I should have known this was too good to be true. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, undid your robe, and let it fall, pooling at your feet. Pulling you back to him you felt his warm chest on your back as his head came to rest on your shoulder. Look in the mirror. Never breaking eye contact he slowly leaned forward, his lips dusting your stomach as you instinctively sucked in.

No sucking in, no hiding. Kissing from the center of your stomach up to your bra line and down your panty line, he pulled back with a smile. Bringing his ass down to settle on his heels Dean ran his hands up and down your thighs.

Massaging and caressing as he leaned forward. Again, he never broke eye contact as he kissed from your knees, up to the bottom of your panty line. As he moved to your other leg your hand tangled in his hair.

His eyes sparkled as he again kissed from the top of your knee to the bottom of your panty line. Rocking up on his knees again his hands caressed your sides. As he kissed his way up and down your hips his hands came back to gently settle on your ass.

As he gave it a firm squeeze you jumped and started to laugh. God I love it when you laugh. Dean led you to his bed, laying you back and coming to your side, hovering over you.

You can tell just by talking to you for a moment how truly beautiful a person you are and that it is genuinely inside and out. Tabloids are fake for a reason. Curves are what majority of history across the world has idealized and desired for centuries. Enough self-hate, destroyed self-confidence, and unhealthy eating and exercise habits to last an eternity. No wonder, Freddie blew up at you. I want my own Freddie now. I buried my head in my hands and started yelling at myself. Who gets stood up twice?

Clearly there's something wrong with me. I bet it's the fact that I look like a guy. The perks of being a fucking hunter. This is why no one will so much as to take a liking for me.

I was so startled to the point I fell off the couch. Cas helped me up and I was sitting back on the couch, looking up at him with curious eyes. Did the date not go well?

I don't understand your short hair and braveness is what makes you beautiful. I could feel the blush colouring my cheeks.

It doesn't make me look beautiful, I could pass off as a Winchester brother. Cas does his signature head tilt. We all know Cas has lied here and there but of course he wouldn't be lying about this.

Yet I just don't want to believe that a superior being like Cas could find me even remotely attractive. I'm 'beautiful', even though I'll never believe it myself.

Thanks for the compliment. Now I'm really exhausted and I'm going to bed. The moment my body hits the mattress, I bury my face into the pillow and start crying. It's a good thing the pillow muffled my sobs and no one could hear me, otherwise that would be just plain embarrassing. Before I realized it, I had dozed off, crying myself to sleep.

When I woke, I felt strong arms around me, cradling me.