Talk Dirty To Me
Dean X OC
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the song, the only thing that is mine is my OC :)
AN: This is the first story I've written from a first person POV so constructive criticism would be appreciated! And I tried to make sure Dean was in character :)
You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
The Roadhouse was packed the night I met the oldest Winchester brother. I'm not usually one to let some guy with sharp looks sidetrack me, with my occupation you really can't, but for some reason unbeknownst to me his green eyes left me breathless. He was really something else; I knew that from the moment he and his younger brother walked through the door.
"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing in a rough place like this? Why I don't ever think I've seen anyone look quite this good," he drawled, taking a seat at the bar next to me and ordering two beers. A flirtatious smile stretched ear-to-ear across his face and his gorgeous eyes twinkled.
I laughed, flashing a slightly flirtatious smile of my own. "I really think that phrase is the most cliché thing I've heard all night, but if you must know I'm working." My own Southern drawl was much thicker than his, I realized. I was tracking a vengeful spirit, just a regular salt 'em and burn 'em, but he didn't need to know that. He'd only try to get involved and he would just get in my way, and gosh. Even thinking about it was entirely too messy.
He reappraised me, taking me into deeper consideration than he had initially. "Really now, and what kind of work would give such a delicate girl such ugly bruises?" He asked, his voice as soft as the hand brushing the yellowing bruise on my right cheek. The bruise was from a nasty hit I'd taken in a fight with a werewolf in Detroit, but the blush creeping up my cheek was all the work of Dean Winchester.
The feel of his hand on my cheek made my breath catch. The tiny hitch was barely perceptible, and I prayed he didn't notice it. But alas, the romance gods where taking no pity on me that night, he so did. My voice was shaky when I finally spoke to him. "It's an occupational hazard. I hunt for a living. And I believe that you are getting entirely to close, Mr. Winchester." I absolutely could not put myself in a person situation with him. Getting attached got you hurt and death followed him like a lost puppy dog looking for a home.
He pulled his hand away, a devious look forming in his eyes. "So you're a hunter then huh. And for the record I don't remember introducing myself to you Miss…" He left the sentence hanging and open, a smile playing on his mouth as he waited for me to fill in the blank. I found he was getting way to close and the closer he got the more my inhibitions slipped away. He was like a magnet and I felt nearly helpless about being pulled in, maybe some part of me even wanted to be his next conquest.
I scoffed at him, a smile forming on my mouth. "You don't have to tell me who you are. Every hunter in this bar and out of it knows who you and your brother are. And it's Ms. Whelan. Katelyn Whelan. And yes I'm a hunter, probably have been longer than you." The statement was true. My mother was a hunter, and her mother before her. For all of my twenty six years this had been the only life I have known.
"I highly doubt that, Katelyn. But that can be a discussion for a later date. For now you should dance with me. Surely you're light on your feet, what with hunting demons and all." He laughed and pulled me to my feet and against my better judgment I went more than willingly. All the while asking myself why he twisted me up in knots the way he did. My knees went weak when he twirled me around and then rested his hands on my hips, keeping me close to him. He smelled strongly of leather and Old Spice cologne and the smell was more intoxicating than the finest wine.
"You know I can't get involved with you right? Our job is messy, too messy for complications." Despite the words coming out of my mouth, however, I leaned in just a bit closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. All I wanted in that moment was to take him back to my hotel room and… Whew, I started sweating just thinking about it. He slid his arms tighter around me and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. We weren't really dancing, just kind of stepping around in a circle.
"Well you are most definitely not acting the way you should if you plan on getting rid of me before the end of the night, and I am about one hundred and twenty five percent sure that you are enjoying this just as much as me, if not more. And with the way you're up against me right now, I just have to have you" He said cockily, with what seemed like a challenge in his voice. A challenge I was more than ready to accept. So, with the last ounce of self-control I had fighting shriveling away, I let him tell his brother we were leaving and followed him to his Impala.