She was something alright.

Outside his window he could see this petite woman guiding a giant UHaul into the driveway of the house next door to him. His best friends were busy watching football in the living room, not something he was really into but at least they didn't notice him blatantly staring at the women before him. He propped himself against the sliding glass doors, focusing in on every detail of her body. She was everything he never went for: thick, curvy, full dark hair, tanned skin. He was usually attracted to petite blondes with blue eyes but something just continued to fascinate him about his new neighbor.

"Dean, get your ass back here! You're missing out on all the action!" He heard Roman call from the couch before Seth let out a yell of happiness. They were rooting for the opposing teams, gradually making their rivalry more and more intense.

"I'll be there in a minute." Dean mumbled. He scratched at the two day old stubble, pondering whether if he so much as dared to go over and say hello. What the fuck? Why was he wondering? He should be able to go over there, work his weird charm he had developed over the years and take her back to his room for an easy screw-or if she wanted, they could christen every room in her new place. He shook his head. Why am I even thinking about this? She's not even my type.

Roman called out again, making Dean jump up a little. "I'm coming!" He yelled as he finally pulled away from the glass doors and joined his friends. "You know I don't fuckin' watch football like you guys do."

"Aw c'mon, Dean! You know it's interesting." Seth commented. "I thought you were going to go poison your lungs though."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Seth, seriously. Quit saying that shit every time I want to go and have a smoke. it literally isn't that much of a big deal. Ro, help me out here."

Dean pleas was lost on deaf ears as Roman's team scored a touchdown and he proceeded to gloat about it in Seth's face. The blond sighed and tossed his head back against the couch. He couldn't help where his eyes landed which was smack dab on the ass of the new girl, bending over and struggling with some boxes. Well shit….now I just have to help.

He hopped over the armrest of the couch, made his tight jeans sit a little lower on his hips and pulled the sliding doors open, making his way to the fence that separated the two houses. "Hey!" He called out. Her dark curls spun around with her as she turned quickly to meet Dean's gaze. "Need some help?"

"Oh, hi!" Her lips dared to part into the most sweetest smile Dean had ever seen. "Actually that'd be really awesome. I hope you're not busy or anything."

"Nah," Dean made quick work of hopping the fence, crossing over to her side. "Friends are busy watching football, not really my thing. I heard the truck pulling in and figured I'd be of service."

He definitely didn't miss her eyes roaming over his body as he made his way over to her. Now that he got a proper look he could see that they were a soft hazel color, speckled with green rays that glinted in the sunlight. That was shit he never noticed with other women, so why was this one so damn special?

"Well if they want to get away from looking at men tackle each other they can come over and help too. I was planning on just doing everything myself really. I'm Rayla, by the way." She extended her hand for a shake and Dean took it.

"Dean. And you don't have to do anything alone. I'd be more than happy to help."

"Oh yeah? And what's in it for you?" He watched her hands slide up her neck to collect her hair into a ponytail. "You expect to get laid or something?"

"Well, I don't expect it but I'd be nice." He chuckled and grabbed the box she had been struggling with before. "But you know, a 6-pack would would just as fine."

Rayla scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Glad to know that my ass is equivalent to a 6 pack, jackass."

Oh yeah, this girl was awesome. "Nah, I think you're better than a 6-pack. Where do you want this to go?" Dean climbed up the few stairs to the front porch then went inside to the spacious room.

"Everything is going into the living room, I want to keep this front part and the kitchen clear for now. And unless it's obvious furniture we don't have to move it into the rooms just yet. Kinda just need everything out of the truck so I don't have to pay a whole day's worth of renting."

"I got ya. Well let's get to work, toots. We're gonna get these boxes in here in like an hour."

Ray laid on the heated wooden floor staring up at the ceiling completely drained. Dean wasn't kidding when he said he was going to get everything out in an hour. He moved fast. Faster than she did and now her living room was covered wall to wall in boxes. Some of the larger furniture had made it's way into the halls but it wasn't too big of a deal, except for the fact that she was now drenched in sweat and panting. She saw her helper stand over her and bringing his grey wifebeater up to his forehead to wipe the sweat from his brow, exposing his taught stomach and abs along the way.

Ray couldn't help but lick her lips and admire the way his muscles pulled under his skin with every movement. She also couldn't get the image out of her mind of his perfect little bubble butt bending over every time he picked up a box or two. He was damn near perfect and she knew when she would take a nice cold shower tonight that her mind-and hand- would wander to thoughts of Dean. A cold drip of water interrupted her thoughts and she saw a beer can hovering over her.

"I got you one. Figured you were thirsty." Ray sat up and took the can graciously, popping the tab and chugging it down. Dean smiled and shook his head but repeated her motions, taking a seat beside her. When they were at least half way through the can, Ray let out a refreshed 'ahhh' and set it down between her legs.

"Fuck, you worked my ass off today. I've never moved shit in so fast in my life."

"Hey, it's only step one. You actually have to get the shit out the boxes now and set up the furniture. What brought you to this town anyway? I could think of like a hundred better places to be than here."

She shrugged. "It's quiet, but I've still got access to a bustling city. Best of both worlds I guess. But mostly I did it for work. What else is new? I only have a few days until I start and all of those will be occupied with getting shit settled. I'm gonna need to get a massage once I'm done."

Dean perked up at the idea of massaging her soft body but he had to figure out a way to wiggle into her schedule some more first. "I can set up your furniture while you put your other stuff away, I mean if you want to keep having me hang around."

"Well you're not so bad. You actually get shit done when you're not staring at my ass."

"I could say the same for you." He smirked and took another gulp of the icy beer. He did that shit on purpose, trying to gauge exactly how far this was going to take him. A lot of fans had told him he had a great ass so why not put it to good use.

A small blush crept onto her cheeks. "i was not staring! You were like always in front of me when you brought in the boxes so...i just happened to be looking at you is all."

"Yeah, right. I'm gonna get your bed set up. You keep pretending that I'm not good looking and you don't want me."

Ray chucked her empty beer can at Dean but it missed him and clanked to the floor. "Oh please! Don't flatter yourself!" She rolled her eyes as they parted, Dean going to the bedroom and her going to the living room to sort through all the boxes.

He grabbed the tall slender box that held her bed frame and plopped it onto the floor, pouring all the pieces out. Wait...there was just one problem. Where were her tools? Did she even have tools? Ugh...he'd have to go back over to his place to get some unless she magically had some in the few bedroom boxes he has tossed in here when the living room became too crowded.

It was worth a shot.

Dean started pulling open boxes and rustling through some generic candles and dresser decorations. It took him a few boxes to even find anything remotely resembling a tool box. The medium sized bag seemed to jingle when he held it but he was surprised to find that there weren't any tools in there, well ones that could help him get a nail in. All sorts of dildos and vibrators littered the bag making him curious as to how experienced they were with Ray's body. An incredibly devious smile crossed his lips as he looked the biggest one over. A flick of the switch and a dull vibration began. He continued to press it until it was at the highest setting. Shit, no wonder women liked these toys so much. There was no way in hell his dick could do that.

"What are you doing!?" Dean barely had time to register the force that was heading his way until she slammed right into him, snatching the toy away from his hand. Dean landed hard against the wooden floor and stared up at the furious woman now straddling his hips, knees digging into his ribcage.

"I thought it was a bag of tools! I need some to put your bed frame together!"

"And you thought this was a bag of tools?! Who gave you the right to look through my stuff?!" she argued.

"Well it is a bag of tools, just not the ones I need." He chuckled, letting his hand reach for the small vibrating egg and jabbing at her with it, the setting on as high as it could go.

"Stop it! It's not a toy! Well...it is but just-" Her body jerked as Dean pressed the small egg to a particularly sensitive spot on her inner thigh. Her face flushed bright pink and she landed a hard smack to his chest. "Don't do that!"

Dean arched an eyebrow and stared at her curiously. "Do you like it there?" His voice lowered to a sultry whisper.

She pushed off him and covered herself as if she was naked and vulnerable. "Get out."

His eyes widened as he shut off the toy. "Hey, I didn't mean to make you upset. I was just playing."

"Get. Out." She repeated, even more stern.

Shit. I fucked up. Dean nodded, deciding not to protest. He would eventually mess up his chance with girls, it never failed to happen but this one got to him. He hadn't thought much of it at the time but Rayla clearly did. Now he'd have to make up for it by apologizing. Or not…

That's what he wanted to tell himself. That no woman was truly ever worth the time and effort to keep around but curiosity was getting the best of him and he wanted to dive deeper into her mind.

It was around 4am when Rayla returned from her second job. Truly she was dead tired, but this was only because it was Friday. On the weekends the office closed and she could rest up all day tomorrow. That was definitely something she was looking forward too. She climbed up the few stairs to the patio and realized that there was something in front of her door. When she stepped a little closer the automatic lights illuminated the space and she saw the same brand of beer that she had enjoyed with Dean just a few days before. A little note was attached to the 6 pack that read:

Sorry I was an ass. If you still need help let me know. I'll bring my tools over next time

-D

She sighed and shook her head. He was persistent alright but at least he wasn't a complete idiot. She grabbed the beers and unlocked her front door stepping into her house that was now littered with half empty boxes and discarded bubble wrap. None of her furniture was up yet and she had just been sleeping on the mattress on the floor. The only thing she had fully unpacked was her closet and makeup-the essentials of course. Maybe she would take Dean up on his offer. There wasn't enough time in the day to get this all done and at this rate she'd be living out of boxes for another two months. She hoped he'd be there tomorrow. His car was in the driveway but she noticed the gaps of time that he wasn't there, wondering where exactly did he go. Maybe he has a girlfriend…. She didn't like that thought but cleared it from her mind none the less. Her mattress was calling her and who was she to argue.

The next day, Rayla made her way over to the man's house, taking a few deep breaths before knocking. His car was still there so he hoped he was inside. She hadn't really noticed much movement inside the house. She waited a bit, staring at her wedge heels and her nicely painted toenails, before knocking again. A few minutes passed by and she decided to give up. Just as Rayla turned away the door swung open and Dean appeared, in nothing but pajama pants, his bed hair sticking up in random places.

"What?! Oh…oh shit. Hey Ray. Damn…" His blue eyes took in the high waisted shorts and small red and white polka dot bikini top that adorned her perfect body.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Dean couldn't resist the way her teeth tugged at her bottom lip all coy. His mind was already racing with things he wanted to do to her.

"No," he lied. "What's wrong?"

"I got the beer and the note. I wanted to stop by and ask if maybe your offer still stands. I need some major help and just really don't have the time. I worked two shifts yesterday and by the time I finish everything by myself it'll be months. Will you still help me?"

Dean pushed his soft curls back and smiled. "Hell yeah, toots. Wanna get started?"

Dean and Rayla plopped down on her bed that now sat atop her bed frame and box spring thanks to Dean. It was the last thing they had done for the day after flattening boxes, putting away things, and setting up a few other pieces of furniture. Her muscles ached and she couldn't help but feel the kinks starting to tense in her neck and shoulders.

"We got farther than before at least." he sighed.

"I'm dead tired and I need a shower."

"Well you didn't exactly wear clothes to move shit in. I've never met anyone that does hard labor in heels and makeup."

Ray rolled her eyes. "Doing housework in heels is a good workout. That how I got my legs to look this amazing."

Dean looked at her long slender legs and couldn't help but agree. He wouldn't mind wrapping those legs around his waist or dedicating every inch to kisses. "It has paid off."

She giggled and kicked off her heels before turning on her side to face him. "You hungry? We can order takeout."

"Fuck yes. I'm starving. You like chinese? There's a good place around here."

She nodded and got off the bed heading towards her bathroom. "Yeah, order whatever! I'm going to take a quick shower!"

Dean watched as her top was tossed out into the bedroom, her shorts and underwear following after. He wanted everything in the world to get a sneak peak but knew that would only get him kicked out again. Instead, for what felt like the first time in his life, he behaved. He ordered food for them, not exactly sure what she would've liked to eat but hoped that she enjoyed what he ordered for her anyway. Ray was taking a long time in the shower and Dean thought he would just close his eyes for a minute and rest up.

Ray spent about a half hour in the shower, washing off the day's sweat. When she got out she let her hair dry naturally and redid her eyebrows before adding just a simple coat of mascara. She slipped back into the bedroom in nothing but a silk robe and saw Dean sprawled out on her mattress. One forearm was across his eyes, blocking out the light above while his other hand lazily rested against his stomach. Ray couldn't help but smile. He just looked so damn...cute.

She made her way over to his side of the bed and sat down beside him. Dean didn't even stir when the bed sunk down. She carefully dragged her nails up his smooth skin, feeling every breath beneath her fingertips. Ray wondered if she should just let him sleep or wake him up. The food would be there any minute, surely he'd want to eat. Her thoughts were cut short as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the food. She left Dean alone in her bed and made her way downstairs. She decided on leaving Dean's food in the microwave and to let him rest. After she was done with her meal she retreated back to the bedroom and dimmed the lights. Dean was still fast asleep, now curled up on his side. She decided to join him this time, settling right beside him on the bed and pulling up the light cover sheet. Dean wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. It had been awhile since Ray had been this close with anyone. She was both scared but extremely comforted. She didn't know where this was gonna go, or even if it was going to go anywhere at all.

The red digits on her alarm clock bore into her mind. She would have to part ways with Dean in just a few hours to get ready for work. If only she could stay in his arms all day…

The annoying ring of Ray's alarm on her cellphone cut through the silence and jutted her awake. With a few blind pats to her bed she found her phone and pressed dismiss, ending the horrific sound. Beside her, she felt Dean stir, pulling her body closer to his and gently breathing against her ear. "What the hell was that?" he grumbled.

Ray turned over slightly making their lips just centimeters apart. "My alarm. I have to start getting ready for work. I'm sorry."

Dean finally pulled his hands away to run them over his face and dig into his tear ducts, wiping the sleep away. "Fuck….what time is it?"

"Around 8. We were asleep for like 4 hours." She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, hearing her shoulders pop.

Dean watched her in the dim streetlight that poured in through her window. Her silk robe had risen close to the apex of her thighs and hips and the ribbon closure had loosened, leaving the front open enough to expose the round curve of her breasts. He didn't want her to go to work. If she stayed in bed all night with him, she would definitely have a much better time then whatever job she had to go to. "Do you really have to go?"

She scoffed. "I never pegged you for being so sappy, or is that just because you're half asleep?"

"I'm just saying...we could do something better than your boring job." He yawned and slipped his hands behind his head still staring at her body.

"How do you know my job is boring? Hmm?" She tossed her legs over the side of the bed, ready to get up and head towards the bathroom but he stopped her.

"Whatever it is...I can do better." His fingers worked quickly in the dark to undo the ribbon closure of her robe and let it fall open. His lips covered her neck with kisses and small bites, testing her limits. Ray couldn't help the small moan that escaped her. She wanted to resist, after all she barely knew Dean but she couldn't deny that he was too damn cute for his own good. Not to mention his body was the source of her fantasies these past couple of days.

"What makes you think I want this?" Ray tried to argue.

Dean gently ghosted his fingers down her stomach and traced her hips towards her thighs. "Oh, I don't know. The cute sounds you're making, the way your breath is speeding up-" He moved himself behind her and separated her thighs, slipping his fingers towards her core. "You're also getting pretty wet. So tell me why you don't want this?"

Rayla tried to close her legs and keep his prying fingers from rubbing over her small bundle of nerves and sliding down to her glistening entrance. "I don't know you...I-I...I have to get to….mhm! Work!" She squirmed against his body making Dean feel the way her bare ass rubbed against the denim of his crotch. Her nails were digging into his thighs and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

Dean groaned against her ear. "Fuck Ray...you look so damn good…"

"Shut up!" She whimpered. She bucked her hips towards his fingers wanting him to go a little bit deeper. Her head was saying no but her body was saying Yes! Yes! Yes!

"Tell me to stop and I will…"

It had been over six months, should she really tell him to stop? "Don't...please…." Inhibitions aside she gripped his wrist and made his fingers dive deep inside her. Dean's free hand roamed up her stomach to cup a breast, pinching and tugging gently at her excited bud.

"I think I like watching you squirm like this. You're so fucking beautiful."

Ray sneaked her hand up behind Dean's head and pulled him close. "If you don't stop talking I'll go to work right now."

The man smirked and had to stifle his laugh. "Riiiiiight. I'm sure you want to stop...this." He emphasized his last words by diving two move fingers into her and working them at a furious pace. Ray's body arched against him, her nails digging into his jeans, her toes curling against the wooden bed frame. Every thrust of his fingers was met with a small clench of her muscles.

"Dean...oh god...Dean!"

Her entire body clenched and then-

Her phone alarm went off. Ray's eyes shot open as she stared at the dark ceiling. Was that all just-? Did she really just have a sexual fantasy about him...again?! Ray let out an audible FUCK and slammed her hand against her mattress. She wanted to chuck her phone across the room and slap herself for acting like such a teenage girl. Then she realized she might not be alone.

With a quick turn of her head, Ray found that she was indeed alone in her room, the only reminder that Dean had been here was a small note written on a greasy piece of brown paper bag. He had left before she even had a chance to wake up. A double edged sword-he didn't have to deal with her frustration of getting woken up in the middle of a dream but also she wanted him to be there. With a heavy sigh she turned off her alarm and headed to her bathroom, the uncomfortable wetness between her thighs a reminder of what she didn't have.