Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Teasing - Dean Winchester

A/N: This was from the smut prompts but it ended up being pre-smut. Hopefully you like it anyway.

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You were riding a high from a successful hunt. For once everything went according to plan. You and the Winchesters had dusted a vamp nest. In and out, no injuries. A cause for celebration. Plus, it hadn't been far from home so you'd been able to drive back to the bunker instead of spending another night in a shitty hotel.

Unlike the boys who always seemed to want to get drunk and/or laid after a good hunt, you were just in a fucking fantastic mood. They gave you shit for it, but they both secretly loved spending time with you when you were like that. Which was why Dean was sat across from you in the booth instead of trying to pick up his flavor of the night. And you were loving the attention.

"Did I ever tell you that I used to work with a vampire?" you asked as you shifted in your seat, unable to settle.

Laughter danced in Dean's eyes as he took a sip of his beer. "No, don't think you did."

You nodded and tried to look serious. "Yeah, he was a real pain in the neck."

Your companion groaned as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "That was worse than the last one." You'd been telling bad vampire jokes for ten minutes.

"Hey, I'm being serious here," you insisted. "He quit that job to become a poet. He went from bat to verse."

He laughed in spite of himself. "These are horrible. You need to shut up before you embarrass yourself."

You licked your lips and grinned. "Why don't you come over here and make me?"

His expression turned serious as his laughter faded. "Y/N." It may have only been your name, but there was a warning in his tone. The two of you had been playing this game for a while. You liked each other. More than liked, truth be told, but Dean was putting up a good front. He didn't want to risk losing you as a friend. You, on the other hand, were far more concerned about losing the chance to spend the life you had with the love of your life. So, you pushed and he pushed back. Eventually, either he'd give in or you'd give up.

"What's the matter, Winchester? Afraid you'll like it?"

He shifted his gaze to look past you as a muscle twitched in his jaw. You loved slowly riling him up. The way his eyes turned a darker shade of green. Or how his shoulders eased back as his stance shifted to make himself more comfortable in his jeans. Or the way his jaw went tense as he tried to resist what you were offering. Normally, you tease a little and back off. But you were tired of the game and ready to make him yours. Plus, you were really fucking horny.

You leaned across the table to speak in hushed tones. His eyes darted a look at the cleavage now on display. "Come on. We'd be fantastic together and you know it." Your tone shifted to a mocking one. "It's okay, Deany. There's no reason to be scared. I'll take care of you."

He stared at you with a deadpan expression though you could see the amusement in his eyes. "Fuck you."

You dropped back into your seat with a smirk. "I'm up for it if you are."

Dean growled and muttered something under his breath as he slid out of his seat. His hand clasped around your wrist and he pulled you from the booth. He kept hold of you as he dragged you to his car. Instead of opening your door for you as he usually would, he turned you so your back was pressed against the car.

While he left no room between you, he stood off center so his thigh settled between your legs. His warm breath fanned across your skin as he peered down at you, studying your face. "What has gotten into you tonight, sweetheart?"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat finding it much harder to continue the flirting with the close proximity. "You, hopefully."

He tilted his head back as if praying for patience. You hoped he didn't pray to Cas. The last thing you needed was the angel showing up right now. Then, in a flash, his lips found yours. They were warm and softer than you could possibly imagine. Your fingers found their way to his hair and tugged when he deepened the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip demanding access.

Far too soon, he pulled back and laid his forehead against yours. "Are you sure about this, Y/N? Because you mean too much for me to lose you."

"As if you could get rid of me, Winchester."