Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Sin City (2)

Sin City (2)

Kylie's POV

As I stood in front of the foggy mirror in the bathroom, fuming at Dean's words, I decided that it was time to get back at him. It started out as a little revenge, using all of the hot water in the shower, leaving him to take a cold shower which would hopefully shrivel him up into a little prune. Then, as I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, I decided that he deserved a little more revenge than that. He deserved to feel what I feel ninety percent of the time when around him.

So, I did myself up a little.

It started out with a little extra fluff in my hair, then a red shade of lipstick followed by some darker eye shadow. I threw on a pair of jeans that were cut on my thigh, and a nice red shirt that had the belly cut so everyone could see my navel.

"You look desperate." I whispered to myself in the mirror.

With a quiet sigh, I made my way out of the bathroom with full intention of changing, but then the unimaginable happened.

Dean's back was turned to me, he had changed into a clean shirt, one that clung to the muscles of his back. "About time you got out-" He started to speak, but when he turned to look at me, leather jacket in his hands, he stopped.

I immediately felt self-conscious, wanting nothing more than to hide away in the bathroom behind me. But when I stared in Dean's green eyes, they didn't show humor or disgust.

They showed lust.

He cleared his throat, his hand reaching up to scrub the back of his reddening neck. "I've never seen that outfit before."

I threw caution to the wind, standing straight and confident while staring Dean in the eye. "It's an outfit I had from working in Jersey. Got me extra tips." I shrugged. "I figured if we're in a city of sin-"

"Become the sinful." He finished, his jaw clenching.

"I'm just trying to fit in." I shrugged before giving a slow strut to my bag, pulling out a pair of black leather boots.

I swear I heard the familiar sound of Dean's groans, but when I turned to look at him, he was looking away.

"Y-you gonna be able to work in those?" He asked, his voice stuck in his throat.

I let out a soft chuckle. "We're going out for a drink Dean. If we end up finding something, I'll let you big boys chase it down." I replied smartly.

The motel door clicked, Sam walking in with a look of frustration on his face. "What were you two doing? I've been in the car for like-" He trailed, his annoyance turning into shock once his eyes landed on me. "W-wow." He let out. "Y-you look nice." He stuttered looking from me to the ground and then back to me. It was as if he was a teenage boy talking to his first crush.

I gave a small smile, trying not to look embarrassed. "Thank you." I muttered, my hand nervously fluffing my hair. "Now that you boys have established that I look good, can we go now?"

"Yeah."

"Of course."

The boys spoke simultaneously, their words jumbling up into an awkward mess, but neither one of them moved from their spot.

"Great." I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'll be out in the car whenever you two are ready." I shot at them before heading out the door and down the motel hallway.

A smile of success covered my face as I strutted my stuff like I was the hottest thing in this town. 

When I reached the Impala, finding neither Winchester brother behind me, a victorious laugh escaped my lips as I slid into the back seat of the car.