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dean knew, deep down, that you could handle yourself. you were a big girl with an even bigger gun - anything in its right mind would fear you.
still, that didn’t stop him pacing anxiously while he and sam waited for you to finish the hunt. it was one of the more simple hunts they’d had in a while; a witch was luring men to a house deep in the woods where they’d be put under a spell the second they stepped foot inside.
dean would honestly rather have been completely pliant under the witches thumb than let you go in alone, but you and sam were adamant.
waiting for you felt like a lifetime, and he’d lost count of how many times he’d heard sam tell him to “just sit down” but he couldn’t, not while his girl was in there alone. even sam was beginning to get a little antsy before you finally emerged.
you were panting, covered in blood splatters (dean hoped none of it was yours) and sweat.
to dean, you’d never looked hotter.
he was so entranced by you that he almost missed you recapping your fight to sam, instead watching you effortlessly clean off your blade and gun and feeling his jeans get a little tighter.
“dean,” you said, clicking in front of his face, “you good?”
he smirked. “yeah, sweetheart. i’m good.”
“you’re disgusting,” sam mumbled almost immediately, heading off to the impala.
dean looked you up and down and you raised an eyebrow. “what about me looking this gross turns you on? i’m covered in some random witches blood, my own blood, and dirt and god knows what else-” you started, but dean took a few steps towards you and your words died in your throat.
“sweetheart,” he drawled, the southern twang in his voice heavy, “you always - always - look hotter than hell. and trust me, i’ve been there.”
he moved closer, one hand hovering at your waist. “may i?” he asked, his voice low and thick.
“please,” you all but whined in return, not trusting yourself to speak more.
dean’s hand landed on your waist, and your body lit on fire. he moved impossibly closer, your lips meeting his in the middle as electricity exploded between you.
kissing dean was like nothing you’d ever felt before. his lips were soft, softer than you’d thought (and you’d definitely thought about them before). he was gentle at first, but as you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, he grew more passionate, rougher, almost like he couldn’t control himself, fighting you for dominance.
he pushed you against the side of the house, body flush against yours. one of his hands was still stuck to your waist while the other roamed your body, mapping out your hips, your ass, your waist in his mind.
you moaned as he tried desperately to get closer to you, deepening the kiss even more. you could feel everything - his chest, his abs, the bulge in his jeans (that made you smile into the kiss - you knew the effect you had on him, but feeling it was something else). you ran your hands up his stomach, feeling up his chest before they eventually settled at the nape of his neck. you tugged at his hair a little, eliciting a groan from the man in front of you.
“fuck, y’can’t do that to me, darlin’,” he said, breaking the kiss.
to him, you looked stunning. your pupils were blown out, lips swollen, and face flushed. from your point of view, things didn’t look much different. dean looked positively angelic, eyes half lidded and focused only on you, hair a mess, panting hard.
you were about to lean in again, chasing more of the passion, the electricity that flowed between the two of you, when dean’s phone rang. he groaned, checking the id.
“sam,” he supplied, briefly flashing you his phone screen.
“we should head back,” you said, still breathless.
“let’s continue this later then, sweetheart.”
you made your way to the impala where sam was waiting, an impatient yet knowing look on his face. you climbed into baby, not saying a word.
sam didn’t see you on the ride back, adjusting your jeans and sitting with your legs crossed the whole time.
dean, however, did. his thoughts were already drifting to getting a second motel room before, but now it was first on his to-do list when you got back.