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You look up from the book you've been too distracted to read, and your eyes settle on Adam. He’s sitting at the motel's minuscule excuse for a dining table, flicking through his own book, and occasionally jotting down notes. Your mind was reluctantly, but firmly set on Deans's suggestion. 'Suggestion' probably wasn't the correct term, more like a joke. A few weeks ago, you'd let it slip to him that you'd never been kissed, and ever since the teasing has been relentless. You'd begged him not to tell anyone, and he'd kept his word, but you paid the price dearly in whispered jibes or whenever you were alone together. Before leaving to pick up food with Sam, he'd jokingly suggested that you ask Adam to teach you how to kiss. Followed by planting a sloppy one right on your cheek. It had earned some questionable glances from his brothers, but thankfully nobody had questioned it. Now you sat on the bed, unable to keep your mind or eyes off the man you were considering asking for help. Admittedly, you had more than a bit of a crush on him. He was handsome, and smart, and always knew how to make you laugh. You were confident he wouldn't intentionally make you feel bad for asking. However, the thought of asking, or worse, the idea of being rejected made you want to crawl under a rock. "Why don't you take a picture." The sound of his voice veered you from your train of thought. The cheeky smile he gave you immediately made your face heat up. You shuffled back on the bed and attempted to hide behind your book, silently cursing yourself for being caught staring. "Sorry." Was all you could manage in response. Adam laughed at your response. You watched from the corner of your eye as he stood and crossed the room, stretching as he did so. The weight of his body settling on the end of the bed made the mattress bounce, but you refused to look up at him. "Hey." He flicked the side of your foot, trying to garner your attention. "What's up with you? You're acting weird.""Nothing." You mumble, still refusing to look at him again, too embarrassed by what you'd been thinking. "Come on." He continues to nudge your foot. "Talk to me, tell me what's wrong." You finally let your book fall into your lap and look up at him, biting your lips as you consider whether or not to come clean. When he raises his eyebrows at you, urging you to talk you decide to take the leap. "Okay, fine. If I ask you to help me with something, which you can totally say no to by the way, will you promise not to laugh? Or be mean?" The words spill out. Adams's brows furrow at you, and you can tell he's holding back an amused smile as he responds. "I promise… to try." You force yourself to maintain eye contact as you continue. "Can you… Would you teach me how to…" You trail off, too embarrassed to finish."How to what?" He climbs over the array of research scattered across the bed and sits beside you, leaning back against the headboard. You suck in a breath as you feel his shoulder brush against yours. "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is." You force down the urge to cringe at the words you're about to say, closing your eyes as you brace yourself before blurting; "Canyouteachmehowtokiss… please?" The room falls silent, a part of you expects him to laugh at you or crack some kind of joke like his brother had done, but nothing. Hesitantly you open your eyes and sneak a quick look at him. His face is black, besides the twinge of confusion in his eyes. "You've never kissed anyone before?" He asks as you shake your head in reply. "Ever?" "No. Never." You frown, his lack of an immediate answer is making you self-conscious. You start to pull your knees up towards your chest, but he stops you, resting a hand on your thigh and guiding your legs back down. "Well, I could teach you." He begins, bringing his hand back up to rest under your chin, turning your head to face him completely. He leans in closer as he explains, and your breath hitches. "But it's kind of something that just comes naturally." You copy him when he parts his lips and closes his eyes. A moment later you feel his warm lips press against yours. To your own surprise, you're the one who deepens the kiss by leaning in closer, pressing your lips onto his harder. You shiver when he reaches behind your ear, scratching his nails gently against your scalp. Adam pulls away briefly, lips ghosting against yours as he speaks. "Open your mouth, just a bit." You do as instructed, and Adam traces his tongue across your bottom lip before delving into your mouth. Impulsively, you grab onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. When his tongue moves against yours you imitate the motion, flicking your tongue against his and enjoying the lingering taste of cola. At the same you drop a hand from his shoulder, rubbing it against his chest. Your stomach flips as you feel his lips curl into a smile. The sound of a key in the door startles you both, and you shoot away from each other, aware that it will be Sam and Dean returning with food. You bury your head back in your book and Adam strides quickly back to his spot at the table, immediately pretending to scrawl something down. "Food." Dean announces as he comes through the door, dumping the greasy brown bag of junk food on the table in front of Adam. Sam follows close behind, heading straight for his laptop and taking the only other chair. "Great, I'm starving." Adam states, immediately grabbing the bag and rummaging through it. You join the boys at the already crowded table. You attempt to reach over Adam to search for your own food, but he swats you away. Before you can complain he hands you your container, and you clock the folded piece of paper underneath it. Sheepishly, you sneak a peek at the contents as you head back to your spot on the bed. The words "We should do that again (;" are jotted on it. You smile to yourself, slipping it into your pocket before sitting down and digging in.