Dean Winchester was, is, always will be, a ladies man.
He knew how to get a woman hot and bothered and out of her clothes in seconds flat, no problem. He knew how to entice them, how to flirt with them, how to buy them drinks in just the right way with just the right lines that they pull a pen out of their purses and scribble down their number for him. He knew just the right pleasure points, like he had a sexual instinct. He knew how to look at a woman from across the room so that she'd strut right over and offer to buy him a drink. Sammy had always been jealous of all that. Especially after Jess was gone, and he was on his own.
But what a lot of people didn't know about Dean, what even Sammy himself was not aware of, was how Dean not only knew how to get a woman; he also knew how to love her.
The elder Winchester didn't get a chance often to put that ability to use. When he and Sam were on the road, it was pay-by-the-hour motels, with a flash of skin and heat and warmth and maybe some after-cuddling. But he had to be gone right after, and always made sure he was. Because what if he lingered too long and started developing deeper feelings for the woman in the bed other than just lust? He'd almost never been in a real relationship in his life. And though he often blew it off as "just not his style", it was a lie. It wasn't about style or ego, it was about the family business and Sam. It always was. There was no room for anything else, no exception.
Until a reckless, bad-mamma-jamma blonde chick named Jo.
