There's an Exception to Every Rule

by Southern Spell

If there ever was a reason to break a rule, Dean Winchester was it.

There's an Exception to Every Rule

You don't do one night stands; you just weren't that kind of woman.

Then again, there's an exception to every rule, isn't there?

Maybe it's those green eyes.

Or the swagger in his walk…?

…the way he wears those worn in jeans…the way his shoulders look in that leather jacket…those scuffed and broke in boots that are worn for necessity, not fashion?

It might be how smooth he is with the come on.

Maybe it's the rebel without a cause vide he throws off.

Or maybe, before he even saw you looking at him, caught up in his own thoughts while nursing a beer at the bar, he appeared lost, with the weight of world resting on those impressive shoulders of his, looking like there wasn't a hope left in the world for him. Totally beaten down.

Or maybe it was that crooked grin he shot you from across the bar when he noticed that you had noticed him, making you think you imagined that earlier impression of his gloom mood.

He won't remember your name in a week, but you won't forget his – ever. He was that one-time, never going to happen again, I'm going to take this secret to my grave, one night stand you couldn't turn down.

You sigh contently the next morning, deciding that if there ever was a reason to break a rule, Dean Winchester was it.

Because let's face it ladies, they don't make them like that anymore.