This is a oneshot for StillNotGinger16 because I recently made her watch Supernatural and she wanted me to write her a Dean one-shot. I, of course did this like the ever willing to please friend I am :P I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dean, however I do own Susan (though she is a reference, to what? I don't really remember anymore…...) and this plot.

Word count: 819

'Why don't you like girly moments, even I like a good moment,' Susan watched as Dean snorted leaning against the impala, his dark brown eyes rolling as if he couldn't even fathom how she could be asking that question.

'Because I don't, other things could be done in that time. It is just as easy to ask if someone's dead, if they answer they are fine.' He wiped the condensed water off of his hands before drinking more of his beer. The beer was a relief in this humid weather, nothing really helped with cooling down the body.

'You know what causes that?' His lips pinched at a side, a sign he was actually listening.

'What?'

'The inability to have moments, I bet you couldn't if it would save your life.' He smirked as he pushed his sleeves up his forearm again, they had started to slide.

'I can do moments,' he denied as he put down his beer on the roof of the car, 'I just don't. I can be romantic if I try,' he stood up walking towards Susan, eyes gleaming with the anticipation of a challenge. 'How do you think I pick up girls?' He grinned roguishly at her, waiting for her input.

'Get them drunk enough and they'll do anything,' she retorted with a grin, anticipating his demise. She knew he would fail at the challenge and like every other time, she would watch him fail, and like every other time, she would fall in love with him even more.

'I don't,' Dean laughed while shaking his head, he could admit that he had used that tactic before, but it wasn't often. He believed his good looks could get him any girl if he tried, drunk or not. 'I'm good enough to get any girl.'

'But you aren't sincere; you never have had any moments, ever, right?'

'I'm sincere when I want to be,' he denied as he picked up his beer, his adam's apple bobbed as he drank some.

'So you have had moments?' She repeated, her eyebrows scrunched as she watched him nod slowly, she wanted to know the answer, and like always he was taking forever to answer. He only seemed to do this with her though, everyone else it was always to the point, say what I have to then get out of my face.

'I try not to, but when the girl's special then yeah. I can break that rule,' he nodded.

'And when's the girl special?' He put the beer down on the roof of his car as he closed the distance between them.

'The girl is special when she can keep up with the family business, and doesn't care about getting her hands dirty. When she isn't a damsel in distress and is liked by Sammy and Bobby. When she likes my music and doesn't mind singing along to it, in fact she supports me by blasting it. Well not so loud that it hurts my baby. And the girl can appreciate the relationship between me and the impala.' Her lips curled into a smile as her grip on her beer loosened, he has described her to a T and to say she was pleased, it was an understatement. One of the hardest things she had ever encountered in her life was having Dean show affection.

'Are you saying I could be that girl?' She licked her lips slowly, leaning towards him with a coy smile.

'Would you want to be?' He brushed some hair out of Susan's face with a smirk

'I would,' she laughed softly as his lips brushed hers, his hand traced her waist before he pressed in on the small of her back. He kissed her again, this time harder and more passionately, for her it felt like confirmation. For him it was the a release from the emotional captivity he had departed into, it was comfort, and it was his success.

'See,' he whispered, his husky voice rumbling seductively in her ears as he pressed his forehead to hers, 'I can have moments.'

'And that ruined it,' she rolled her eyes as she pressed her hand onto his firm chest, pushing him away. He shrugged and leaned back on the Impala, reconnecting his grip with his beer.

'I don't usually do moments,' he interjected childishly, not wanting to admit defeat.

'So like I said before, you couldn't do a proper moment if your life depended on it.' She smiled into her beer before taking a sip, relishing the refreshing chill it sent down her spine. She wouldn't admit it but she thought he was right, he could have moments and he could do them well. He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed moments but only when they were with her.