Hope you guys liked my first chapter! Now, I think Dean needs a little love...

You gripped a machete tightly as you made your way through the old mansion. Dean and Sam were at your backs, them holding sharp machetes as well. Suddenly, a blonde vamp sprung out at you from the dark, teeth bared aiming for your neck.

You swiftly kicked it in the mid section and stomped on it, slicing off its head. You glimpsed a brunette vampire going for-

"Dean!" you yelled. You jumped forward, slicing off the monster's head.

"Thanks, Y/N" growled Dean. He made his way into the center of the nest with Sam, you walking backwards following along, back to Dean.

It wasn't long before the three of you exterminated the vampires. As you stowed your items in Baby, Dean approached you.

"What's it, Dean-o?" you said absentmindedly. You wanted to reorganize the mess of the Impala's trunk and redraw the devil's trap on the boot.

"Let's go get a beer, Y/N." said Dean.

"What, you wanna go pick up some sluts in the tavern?" you replied, grumpily. Dean looked at you strangely.

"No, I wanted to pick up bitches. Of course I don't want to pick up sluts. I just want to get a beer with my best girl friend!" said Dean, sarcastically.

Best girl friend. You sighed, that was the only way Dean would ever see you. That little space between 'girl' and 'friend' changed everything.

"Sure, then." you replied, still grouchy. "I felt like hustling some big headed sons of bitches at the bar anyway. I want to buy a new pair of boots."

Sam decided to go back to the Sunnyside Motel you guys were staying at to research and look for more cases. Dean drove the newly organized Baby to the nearby bar.

You stepped out of the Impala and sighed. You could see tall, busty women with open button downs swarm the bar. You felt you had no chance compared to them, with your Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes.

Dean wolf whistled, catching the attention of the banshees. You sighed and tramped off to go buy some Heineken. There was a cute bar man sitting there. You smirked and made your way over.

"Beer, Heineken, one pint," you ordered.

"Whatever the pretty lady wants," grinned the bar man. " My name's Robert." He spoke with a British lilt. You smiled back.

Once the tankard was plopped in front of you, you instantly gulped down half of it.

"You know how to drink, don't you?" he said. "What's your name?"

"Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N," you replied. He smiled. "Nice to meet ya, Y/N".

The two of you chatted into the night, you forgetting about Dean but figured he was probably screwing one of the blonde bitches.

So what? Maybe I'll screw Robert, you thought. He did seem nice enough.

"Wanna get out of here? My shift ends in a bit," he said, flirtatiously.

"Definitely." you leaned over the counter to kiss him, when-

"Hey!" a deep voice growled.

Goddamnit Dean! You thought. You finally pick up a guy, and what does Dean do? He scares him away!

"Shut it Dean. I'll be at the motel later, okay?" you said angrily. Dean shook his head.

"She's coming with me," he said, strictly.

Disappointingly, Robert didn't make much of an attempt to contest him, probably because Dean's gun was visibly sticking out of his pocket.

"What the hell Dean? I finally get a date for once and you scare him away!" you yelled, once the two of you were out of the tavern.

"Shut it Y/N." he growled.

"Why?!" suddenly, you could feel rough lips on your own, moving against yours. You melted into the kiss, the kiss you wanted since you joined the Winchester's hunt.

Dean broke away. "I like you okay. Okay. That's why." Dean was blushing red, something you never see him do.

"Get in the car, Dean. No, not the front, the backseat." you winked flirtatiously at him, him winking back after understanding your words.

Needless to say, you two didn't get back to the motel that night.