So basically this is my first attempt at a Supernatural fic. The paragraphs that are in Italics are flashbacks.
If you have any suggestions i'm happy to hear, just message me.
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Zoe sat at her desk trying to write. Her deadline was in two weeks and she still had half the damn book to write! She had paper strewn all over the place, her plan was pinned to the wall and the waste paper basket was overflowing with scrapped pages. Zoe decided that her writers block was because of him. They had a one night stand almost two weeks ago now and since then she hasn't been able to concentrate or write.
"Can I just have a beer?" Zoe asked the bartender.
"Make it two" a guy came up next to her. "On me." He smiled at her, and Zoe rolled her eyes. She knew this type of guy, so full of himself and sure she was going to fall for his charms. He held out his hand for her, "Dean Winchester."
Zoe shook his hand, "Zoe Hunt."
They chatted all night. Every now and then Zoe noticed a big guy across the room staring at him angrily. She ignored him. Dean bought her more beers and she was a little tipsy.
Zoe shook her head to try and rid him from her mind. After a few beers, he had bought her a few more.
"I have to go. I've really got to get home." She told him
"Well, you definitely aren't driving," announced Dean, "I'll walk you."
"You don't have to do that," She flirted.
"Nah, come on," he stood and held out his hand, "beautiful girl like yourself, walking home in a place like this. I'm walking you."
Zoe pretended to be fine, but she wobbled a little on her feet. He put his arm around her waist to steady her.
Zoe scrunched up another failed attempt at a chapter and threw it at the waste bucket, and missed. She sighed in frustration and picked it up.
Zoe laughed as Dean helped her up the stairs to her front porch. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her keys. She was a little tipsy and couldn't quite find the key for the lock.
"Here," Dean placed his hands on hers and took the keys from her. "This one?" He held up a key for her to see.
"That's the one" She smiled at him as he slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.
"There you go," He smiled at her hand grabbed her hand and put the keys back in her hand, but he didn't let go. Instead, he pulled her close to him and kissed her.
They stepped through the doorway, still in each other's arms. Dean kicked the door closed and pressed her against it. He pinned her arms above her head and trailed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. Zoe freed her hands and pushed her hands under his shirt, trailing her fingers over his toned stomach. Dean moved his hands to her blouse and tugged at the buttons, freeing her breasts from the tight fabric. She moved her hands to his shoulders, still underneath his shirt. He broke away from the kiss to help her pull his shirt over his head. Zoe took a moment to appreciate his bare chest before returning to the kiss.
Zoe picked up her phone and scrolled through her contact list until she came to 'Dean'. Her thumb hovered over the call button until she thought better of it and locked the screen. They had exchanged numbers with him promising to call next time he was in town. No, he would call her she shouldn't call him.
She ran her hands down his arms until their fingers touched, and she smiled against his lips when he laced his fingers in hers. He pushed her further up the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting go of his hands and running her fingers through his hair. He moved his hands to her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. "Bedroom?" he asked against her lips. "First left" she replied, barely breaking the kiss.
Zoe walked into her bedroom, then into her wardrobe discarding her pyjamas in favour of a pair of jeans. She pulled her hair into a messy knot on top of her head and selected her outfit; she unbuttoned her pyjama top and slipped it off her shoulders. Zoe felt a prickling on the back of her neck, like someone was standing there breathing down her neck. She turned around seeing, as she expected, nothing there. Telling herself she was being silly she quickly got dressed and returned to her office.
Dean pushed her against the bedroom door as he fumbled with the knob. "It won't open" he mumbled. Zoe reached down and turned the knob, pushing the door open. She laughed as he set her down. She reached down and undid his pants, sliding them down his legs and dean stepped out of them. Somewhere between the door and the bed he lost his boxers and Zoe lost her skirt.
Zoe walked into her office and the first thing she noticed was her desk. Paper was scattered all over her desk where it had been tidy when she left. She ran to the window to close it, but it already was. She looked at the papers on the desk, each was blank except for one word written on each page: Mine. She felt the pricking on the back of her neck, and took a step back in fear. She stared at the desk, scared. She ran to the door and pushed it closed, leaning against it.
Zoe woke the next morning in a tangle of sheets. Her hair hung around her shoulders in messy curls and her makeup was smudged. She sat up, noticing that the bed was empty. The door that led into the adjoining bathroom was open and steam poured out. She walked over to her dresser and wiped away the makeup from around her eyes and wrapped her satin robe over as he walked out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripped down his arms and stomach. "Morning," he smiled at her, running his hand through his hair.
"Morning," She smiled back at him.
"Have you seen my clothes?" He looked around the room.
Zoe chuckled, "Your shirt is by the door I think, and your pants should be here somewhere." Zoe looked around, "Here," she threw his pants at him. "I'll get your shirt. And mine." Zoe walked out to the front door and collected her top and bra and his shirt. He came up behind her, he had swapped his towel for his pants. She handed him his shirt and he slid it over his head.
Zoe ran into the kitchen and grabbed her phone off the table. She heard footsteps walking down the hall as she fumbled with the numbers. She hit dial. After the third ring he answered, "Hello?"
"Dean." She ran into the laundry and locked the door, "Dean there is someone in my house and I don't know what to do." She paused, breathing heavy, "I didn't know who to call."
"It's ok, just –" Her phone cut out.
What did y'all think? Please review, I welcome all criticism.
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