This is the first ff for 30days otp challenge (nsfw version) that I found on tumblr.
Dean/Death, Supernatural.

The timid one.
(cuddle, naked)

Julian pulled a face, tried to overbear his internal barrier. He suspected, he feel it in his bones, that this relationship, this connection in which he's involve will not be only easy and enjoyable. He just din't know how much he was right.

– Come here – call out Dean, wrapped in a warm quilt. – You promised me, that if I replace you for one day in jour job, you'll do that!

Death sighed somewhat theatrical and lowered his arms. This was really to much embarrassing, he didn't do that literally for ages. But just one look at Dean, deliciously glowing, warmed by featherbed and smiling the most beautiful way that Julian ever seen, was enough to ward off his doubts.

– Yes, yes, I'm going – Death murmurred, he shook his head. What happened to him, that he let himself be persuaded to sleep with bacteria?

Dean smiled even wider and pulled the covers so that Julian could slip into the bed easly. Winchester saw tension in thin, skinny arms of Death and he couldn't resist from gently kiss these shoulders. Julian laughed really softly and turned, face to Dean.

– We made it clear, Dean – he said. – We just sleep.

Dean snorted silently, made a face of spoiled child. Julian rolled his eyes but he decdided to remain strict with this. After that, he didn't know how to handle anything more than that. For the first thime he had a human in his bed.

– But you didn't prohibit me to cuddle! – Dean muttered, pleased to find loopholes in their contract. Julian looked at him, suprised, but he didn't protest when warm hands encircle him and attract a little closer.

For a moment, they both wriggled on the bed, seeking for a suitable and comfortable position. Finally, after a few whispered malicious comments, Julian ended up with his back turned to Dean. Whereas Winchester with full smile slipped one leg between his legs, efficiently disturbed his private space.

Julian froze for a moment and Dean by these few seconds tought that this is over and Death will disappear for another couple of weeks.

– How do you do that, Dean? You lay under the cover and you're warm like hot water bottle, but your feet are pretty damn cold – murmurred Death and he tried to hide a smile.

– Would you stop that, hm? – Dean snorted in amusement.– This is cosily for me, so don't grumble.

– Who said that I grumble, bacteria?

Dean slipped an arm beneath Death's head and by the second hand he hugged him in hips. Of course Julian didn't want to clear out all of their cothes, including boxer shorts, but this time Winchester triumphed in this too. Hunter's hand gently moved around his abdomen and Death stopped him quickly.

– Better tell me about your last hunting – he whispered as a warning.

– Recently I hunt for a timid creature, you know? – Winchester answered, also silently. – I'm trying but still can't tame him.

– Dean, if you call me timid again I'll never raise you again. Never.

end.

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