Summary: A one-night stand with Dean makes you crave more.
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The smell of bacon wakes you up. For a moment you feel disorientated, you're used to rising to a tranquil house. It doesn't mean that it's noisy right now, but the sounds coming from the kitchen prove that you are not alone in your home. At first, you get a little spooked because you live alone, but when you move to stand, a small ache between your legs reminds you of the night before. Yes, you remember now that you didn't come home solo last night. Though you are not sure why he's still doing here. You thought he'd be gone by morning, it was a one-night stand after all. You're not mad that he's here, but you're not pleased either.
You stand up from the bed, and slowly make your way towards the bathroom. The amazingly good sex you had was totally worth the tenseness of your body. You only hope that breakfast won't be awkward. After peeing, you put on your nightgown to cover your nakedness and make your way outside your room. As you walk through the hallway, the sounds coming from the kitchen grow louder. You can hear a soft humming and the coffee pot brewing the sweet nectar. You turn the corner and enter the room. Dean's naked back greets you instantly. His muscles flex while he cooks in front of the stove, he hasn't noticed your presence yet.
You met Dean Winchester a week ago when he came into your little town asking weird questions. That's the first time he told you that he was FBI, he even showed you his badge. And it's true that there was something odd going around your recent neighbor's deaths, but you didn't think the FBI would be interested in that sort of thing. Though, you answered all of his inquiries. Part of the reason why you did it was because you thought he was hot and maybe would get a chance to bang that. That didn't happen until yesterday. However, in the following days of his arrival, you encountered him plenty of times. That wasn't very unusual considering you live in a small town where basically everybody knows everybody and newcomers don't go unnoticed. So, every time you would pass him on the streets, you show him a slight smile and a sexy walk. He never failed to reciprocate. Once you even approached him at the diner to flirt with him. You had expected to walk out that night with him and your arm and then take him home. Nevertheless, that didn't happen. Shortly after you started talking to him, he received a call from his partner about a new lead in the case and had to leave. You had been very disappointed. So, yesterday's rendezvous was long overdue. You both craved for it, and it was noticeable by the way he left light bruises on your body. Not that your mind.
"What are you doing?" you ask from the kitchen's entrance. Dean is startled by your approach, he turns around so fast that the spoon he is holding goes flying. Heat goes to his cheeks in embarrassment, but he tries to cover it with a light cough.
"Just doing some cooking, I hope you don't mind?"
You pick up the spoon and hand it over back to him, "Not really, but I thought you'll be gone by now?"
He laughs lightly as he continues cooking. On the stove there's bacon and eggs, it looks good. "I would've, but I thought I should... thank you for last night."
