The Winchester house was almost silent, except for the distant voices from the television set. Rowena sat on the couch, legs crossed and a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Dean lounged beside her, arm stretched behind his girlfriend and the other had a beer in it. It was date night and Dean had brought over a scary movie. It was part of his master plan. In his unlimited experience, he had come to the conclusion that scary movies were the best if he wanted to cop a feel.
"Bitch is going into the basement alone. She's not coming back," Rowena mumbled before stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Dean nodded slowly. He was concentrated more on the place of his hand, and its journey to boobtown. The slow, slow journey to Boobtown. Rowena's eyes were glued to the screen. This movie had obviously been a good choice. Dean moved his hand slowly around her shoulders, pretending like he was just trying to bring her closer. Suspenseful music echoed around the room. Ironically, it fit swimmingly with the mission that Dean was trying to execute. Suddenly, the girl in the movie screamed and the sound of slashing came out of the TV. Rowena let out a loud yelp, bringing up the bowl of popcorn and smacking Dean in the face with it. Dean didn't have time to call out. Rowena gasped and looked at him. "Crap. Dean, shit. I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, trying not to laugh, but the smile was apparent on her face. Dean touched his face in pain.
"Row! Oh My GOD! What the hell?" he groaned, leaning over on the couch. She was definitely stronger than she looked. Rowena tried to lean over to help.
"Come on. Let me see, Dean. It can't be that bad. Stop being such a baby. Let me see," she insisted, grabbing his shoulder and turning him towards her. He finally took his hands off and let her see. Rowena brought her face close to his and examined the wound. "You'll live, I promise. There might be a bruise…" she continued, before slapping his face gently with a smile. Dean just stared at her. He was still in disbelief that she had smacked him in the face.
"What was that, Rowena? You knew that she was going to die," he exclaimed, still slightly in shock. Rowena was now on the ground picking up the kernels of popcorn that had fallen. She smiled up at him mischievously.
"I had to do something to stop you from feeling me up. Scaring you just seemed like the most fun," she shrugged. Dean subconsciously opened his mouth.
"You did that on purpose?" he yelled, getting up out if his seat. He was pissed. "You could have just hit my hand away, but you decide that smacking me with a popcorn bowl is better? Crazy bitch," he muttered, before beginning to walk away. Rowena quit picking up popcorn and stood up.
"Oh come on Dean. It was kind of funny," she replied, starting to walk after him. "You should have seen the look on his face," she continued, catching his arm. She smiled at him. "I'm sorry. It was wrong. It won't happen again," she said before kissing him gently and quickly. Dean didn't say anything at first. He just stood and looked at her. When he didn't reply, Rowena started to walk back to the couch to pick up the popcorn. Dean rushed after her and right before she went to kneel down, Dean pulled her back up and gently pushed her down on he couch. Rowena looked slightly surprised, but she was smiling. Dean crawled on the couch slowly, like a huge jungle cat.
"You're going to die," he muttered lustfully. Rowena smiled broadly.
"But virgins don't die in horror movies," she argued in a stubborn tone. Dean's smile only got bigger. He was completely on top of her now. She could go nowhere. He had her pinned down.
"You're not making it out of this movie alive, believe me," he whispered into her ear before grasping his lips with hers.