Summary: She had been watching him since drink. Walked into the bar, little did she know, he was watching her as well. When she slips out the back, he follows and fun ensues. Dean/Reader
A/n: writing smut in the third person is bloody hard. Also, the pic prompt for this story is up on my blog.
3rd POV
Dean was dead tired and so was Sam but first they wanted to get something to eat, so they stopped in the first bar that they seen. Dean ordered the biggest burger he could find on the menu and much to Dean's surprise, Sam ordered it as well and two beers for them.
She was sitting at the bar, she was kinda depressed because the guy who her friend had set her up for a blind date, didn't turn up. She knew that she should have left but she thought, fuck it and decided to stay and drink.
Like every other woman in the bar, she noticed when Sam and Dean walked in, she had to admit that they were both pretty hot but there was just something about the one wearing the leather jacket that drew her to him, she wanted to go and talk to him but a larger part of her didn't because she held back.
Dean had noticed her as well when he sat down, he kept looking over at her every chance he got. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the bar; she had long, flowing red hair, gorgeous green eyes and full kissable pink lips that were begging to be kissed. He wanted to go over and talk to her but he figured that a girl like her would already have a guy and wouldn't be interested in a hunter.
Sam had to call Dean's name a couple of times and when Dean finally looked at his brother, Sam told him to just man up and go and talk to the girl, Dean just shook his head and told him that he didn't know what he was talking about. Dean took a swig of his beer and Sam gave him a knowing look; one that he knew Dean didn't see.
Sam knew what was wrong with Dean, he had been able to get close to a woman for awhile, Dean was always thinking that he was worthless and that no one would love him but he was wrong, oh so wrong and Sam tried to tell him that on many occasions but Dean wouldn't listen.
Once Sam was done his beer, he told Dean that he was going to find a motel room and he also told Dean to go and talk to the woman he had been eyeing since they walked in. Dean said no and went to the bathroom. Sam decided to make a move; he went over to the bar and talked to the woman that Dean had been eyeing.
He told her that his brother was interested in her and she admitted that she was interested in him as well. Sam then told her that once Dean came out of the bathroom, to make sure that she made eye contact with him again and then motion for him to follow her out back. The woman agreed and Sam promised her that he or his brother weren't killers.
Sam left not long after and the woman waited for Dean to catch her eye, she then motioned for him to follow her, paid her tab and then slipped out the backdoor. She didn't have to wait long till Dean was there.
"Hi, Sweetheart," he said to her.
"Hi, handsome," she replied.
"My place or yours?" Dean asked knowing full well what was going to happen.
"I'm closer." The girl replied and then took his hand and led him down the street.
It didn't take them long to get to her apartment and start attacking each other, clothes were on the floor in no time flat. The woman was panting, she hadn't felt this heated in a long time and she prayed that it never ended.
"I'm not stopping till your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name," Dean said to her while he had her pressed against the bedroom door; how they got to her bedroom, she didn't know.
She nodded and said, "That sounds fine to me,"
Dean picked her up and threw her on the bed. She bounced lightly and Dean crawled up her legs, kissing and caressing every inch of her creamy skin. His ministrations were driving her wild, the things this man's tongue could do. Dean kissed down her body again and began to kiss her inner thighs. She groaned because she wanted him in closer to her vagina, he looked up at her with a smirk and then began to lick her already dripping folds. She moaned again, this man's tongue was magical.
Dean worked her into frenzy with just his tongue and she came so hard screaming his name at the top of her lungs. He helped her ride out her orgasm and once her breathing even out, he sat up, wrapped his member in a rubber and then thrust into her. Dean let out a groan; it felt good to be encased in her heaven.
He waited for her to let him know to start moving and when she did, the room was filled with their bodies slapping against each other and their moans and groans. Dean rode her hard and she met him thrust for thrust, she he was exploding inside of her with an animalist growl. He collapsed down on top of her and they laid there panting.
"That was fucking fantastic," she said once their breathing had even out.
"I thought so as well," Dean replied with a smirk on his face.
"Ready to go again big boy?" she asked with her own smirk.
Dean nodded and she flipped him over, put on a new rubber and began to ride him. Dean grabbed her; in his opinion, gloriously, rounded boobs and squeezed and kneaded them as she rode him, she was an expert in riding him he took note. She knew exactly when to add more pressure and when to move her hips in the right way to make him groan. It wasn't long till she had him coming again and she milked him with everything that she had.
They were both spent, so they decided to get some sleep, it had been a long time since Dean cuddled with a woman and he noticed how nice it felt to have a woman in his arms again.