Disclaimer: Still don't own Supernatural. But I can enjoy playing with Dean.

Author's note: This one is a tag to "Baby". We all know what Sam was doing while Dean was in that roadhouse, but what was Dean doing? After all, he said "Mistakes were made." Hehehe...

So, this one is short, sweet, and dirty. An add on to a mini-fic challenge I wrote on Tumblr a while ago...Only made a few changes to the top, but the smut is all new. Enjoy!

Dean/Reader insert

"Night Moves"

You'd felt his eyes on your ass all night as he drank his beer, schooled some young bucks in pool, and played darts with some of the regulars. Now it was closing time. "Alright, clear out!" you yelled. "Ya ain't gotta go home, but you can't stay here!"

A few of the regulars groaned, but knew not to mess with you. You and your baseball bat had cracked a few skulls. "That means you, too, tiger," you told him as you glanced at the clock. It was three AM and you were bushed.

"How bout you join me?" he asked.

You looked him up and down. Danger oozed from him, charisma too. It had been a long dry spell for you. You shrugged inwardly as you poured a couple of shots. If you were gonna make a mistake tonight, better to do it with a hunk of handsome like him. "I'm y/n."

"Dean," he said as he took your offered hand. His hands were rough, the callouses making you shiver as you imagined them on your thighs. "This your place?"

You downed a shot and shook your head. "No, but it belongs to my buddy. Just watching the joint for him while he's in vacation. Asshole went to Cabo."

"That bastard," he said, making you laugh.

"Yeah, guess he's earned it."

He downed a shot and you did as well before he leaned closer so he was in your face. You could smell the booze on his breath mixed with the scent that was all man. "And what have you earned?" he wanted to know.

You licked your lips and said, "There's a sofa in the back room."

"Bring that bottle of whiskey," he growled, the sound of his gravelly voice going straight to your clit.

You snagged up the bottle and sashayed toward the office. You didn't have to look to see that he'd followed you; you knew he had. Your senses were tingling as your body thrummed with need. You barely breached the door and his hands locked onto your hips as his mouth latched onto your neck.

"God," you muttered.

"Dean," he said in your ear, "But God works."

You turned in his arms and appraised him. He had a smirk on his face a mile wide. You put your hand on your hip. "Pretty damn full of yourself, aren't you, Dean?"

In answer, he picked you up and sat you on the desk. His one hand went to your breast, his other, down to the juncture of your thighs where he palmed your already throbbing clit through your jeans. "Sweetheart, you have no idea."

You licked your lips as your mouth went dry but you cheekily replied, "I'd like to be full of you."

Mischief lit his eyes. "That, I can do."

From there, it was a race to get naked. You needed to touch him. All of him. Usually these kind of hook ups were "insert tab A into slot B" half-clothed, but your hands were itching and his seemed to be, too, because the next thing you knew, you were stripped naked. He eyed you hungrily and you couldn't help but preen a little bit.

"Fuck. You're hot," he managed before he dropped to his knees before you.

You couldn't help it as your eyes widened. Most guys didn't care to go downtown, but this guy, he seemed all too inclined to get you off. He gently pushed your ass toward the desk, hooked your leg over his shoulder, and dove in.

Your hands automatically found purchase in his hair as he began figuring out what made you feel good. It didn't take long. Eight months of doing it for yourself had you screaming within minutes at another person's touch.

When he pulled away, that perma-smirk was on his face again as he declared, "Delicious," almost causing you to lose it. He gently removed your leg from his shoulder and stood, before pulling you with him toward the couch. He dropped down onto it, and bringing you with him, put your knees on either side of his thighs.

There was a fierce need in him now as he growled, "You clean?"

"Y-Yeah," you managed, need clouding your judgement. "You?"

"Sure am. The pill?"

"Shots," you panted as his teeth nibbled on your neck and his hands fisted in your hair.

"Good," he groaned as he thrust and suddenly, holy fucking shit, you were full. You gasped as you stretched and he asked through clenched teeth, "You okay?"

Instead of answering, you began rocking your hips. He caught on quick enough and gripped your hips as you rode your way through another orgasm. When you'd finished, and slid bonelessly to his chest, he chuckled.

You lazily lifted your head. "What?"

"You don't think I'm done, do you?" He picked you up as if you weighed nothing and laid you out on the couch. Instead of jumping right back in, he laved attention on your body, taking time to worship your breasts, paying particular attention to the delicate underside, and you hadn't realized his hands were moving until three fingers curled inside of you.

"Fuck!" you screamed as he brushed your g-spot.

His answering chuckle reverberated against the heated skin of your chest. He got you off yet again before his body covered yours.

Once he had thrust into you anew, he began peppering every inch of you his mouth could reach in kisses, causing your senses to go crazy as your whole body was assaulted by wave after wave of sensation.

The next time he pulled away, you could barely move, but that didn't stop him as he turned you over onto your back. You moved to get up on your knees, but he just held you down and began kissing all over your back. You'd never felt quite so...cherished before.

His hand dipped back into you and you let out a keening wail as he managed to hit your g-spot over, and over, and over again as his thumb massaged your clit until finally you were screaming, "No more! No more!"

That was when he helped you stand on shaky legs to bend you over the arm of the sofa. Your eyes widened slightly as he slapped your ass, but then he was back inside you, pounding you for all you were worth and it was all you could do to hold on as he shoved you over the edge.

The damn man had the stamina of a fucking racehorse as he got you off yet again before he pulled away once more and turned you in his arms. He was all smiles as he asked, "Had enough?"

"Of you? Never, sugar,"

He gave a little nod and led you to lay down on the sofa once more. You were exhausted and sweaty, and damn, you'd had the best sex of your life as he slipped back inside. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as he finally seemed to be wearing down, then with a growl in your ear, he came, dragging you along with him.

He fell to your side and you turned so there was room on the sofa for you both. Both of you were sticky, sweaty, and sated as he hooked an arm around you and you both fell asleep.

You woke about an hour later to the sound of the toilet flushing and water running. He had covered you with your jacket, you noticed as you sat up.

He walked out of the bathroom and smirked tiredly. "So, uh, I gotta jet..."

You nodded. "Thanks for the ride."

His grin grew. "Trust me. The pleasure was ALL mine."

You watched him go, enjoying the shape of that ass in those jeans before you blew out a breath. Drinks were had, mistakes were made, and you didn't regret a damn one.