She had short hair- a pixie cut that had attracted him right away. He saw her from across the bar, her bright eyes catching his. She had a strong jaw and broad shoulders, not something that would always be attractive for him, but it worked on her. He knew that her eyes weren't blue, but that's all he remembers them being.
And then they were back in his room. And they were yelling. He can't remember what had upset her, or him. He turned, back to her. He felt her hand cup over his shoulder, warmer than he remembered it being when he introduced himself, and more comforting than anything he could imagine. He dropped his head, lifting his hand to rest over hers.
He spun to face her, eyes slipping shut moments before she came into view, gripping her face and pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were even softer than they looked, open in shock. Her entire body was tense, shoulders high, hands undoubtedly open, stunned. And then she relaxed against him, lips moving against his own, shoulders relaxing, hands coming up to grip his shirt and pull him closer. He slipped his own hands into her short hair as their tongues entwined, shocking her once again. She immediately relaxed again, going along with whatever he would do. He backed her up to where he remembered the bed being, but was shocked to find that the telltale bump of her knees against the bed.
He opened his eyes, pulling away to look to find the bed, but was shocked to not only see no bed, but no room. He looked back to her, questioningly, only to find that she was not who he thought her to be. He ripped himself back, in shock, forgetting that there was a set of hands gripped in his shirt. The pair fell back, and he was uncomfortably on the bottom. He looked up with shocked eyes, frowning at the person who pinned him down. "Damn it Cas, personal space!" He grumbled, turning his head to the side as Castiel crawled off of him, sitting to the side. "Hello Dean, did I come at an inappropriate time?" He asked, as Dean sat up, dusting himself off and scowling.