You were at a bar sipping some beer. You saw a tall handsome man. He had long brown hair. He looked very muscular. When he turned around, you nearly fell out of your seat. "Damn he's fine!" you thought.
When he walks towards you, your heart starts to pound. He sits a few seats down from you. He was alone. Why was he alone? You try and act natural. He looks over at you. "oh my God, he's looking at me!" you told yourself. "breathe (Y/N), breathe!"
You turn to him. You notice him staring. "hi." he says awkwardly. You smile at him, and blush.
"hiya." you say back not sure what else to say. He looks at you with his hazel eyes and looks you up and down. "Late night huh?" he asked you.
You act as natural as possible. You sweeped your hands through your (Y/H/C) hair.
"Yes it is!" you smile nervously. Suddenly you felt someone grab your ass. "hey! What the hell?" you ask the man who touched you. "hey sweetheart."
The tall man sitting next to you stands up. "No part of that was ok." he says. The other man glared at him. "Back off, Sasquatch." he said back and shoved the tall, brown haired man.
A few moments later the guy flirting with you was on the ground. "Don't even think about touching her again." the brown haired man said and turned towards you. "My name is Sam." he told you. He held his hand out.
"(Y/N)" you said taking his hand and shaking it. He smiled at you. "Thanks for defending me." you say. "No problem, no one should EVER be treated like that." he replied in a serious tone.
You smiled not knowing what else to say. Suddenly a short haired dirty blonde man came up to Sam. "Sammy let's go.. I had enough drinks for tonight." he glanced at you.
"Wait, this is (Y/N)!" says Sam. The blonde man looks at you, "I'm Dean...nice to meet you. Now, Sam let's go." Sam glares at Dean. Dean smirks at Sam."Oh I get it, new lady friend huh? Good job Sammy!" Dean slaps Sam on the shoulder.
"u-uh..." Sam says not sure how to reply. He looks at you and sighs. "(Y/N), you look drunk, do you need a place to stay tonight?" asked Dean. "Yes I do actually." you smile. "Spending the night with Sam? Hell yes!" You felt butterflies in your stomach. "Alright then, (Y/N) let's head out." You followed Dean out of the bar and Sam followed slowly behind.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" you said at Sam joking. He looked up and smiled at you, speeding up his walk.
You look ahead and smile widely "Holy shit, a '67 chevy impala!" Dean looks back at you. "Sammy, I like your girlfriend." you roll your eyes at him. He chuckles.
Once you get in the backseat of the impala you pass out. When you woke up Sam was sitting next to you in a cheap motel room. You look up at him.
"You're cute." you say. "And you're drunk." he laughs.
"no.. I mean it." you climb on top of him. You start kissing him. He leans back rejecting your kiss."whoa, (Y/N) you are drunk. Please don't." you try and kiss him again but he stands up and backs up."please don't do this."
You start to tear up. "but I love you." you say. "no you don't, (Y/N) you're drunk and you should lay down and take it easy." You let out a loud sob. He makes a sad face and comes over to hug you. "shhh.. It's ok." he says softly. You stay in his arms until you fall asleep and he lays you down on the bed.
He places a blanket on top of you and climbs into the bed next to your "Sleep tight, gorgeous." he says.