Falling (Dean Winchester)

We're hot-blooded

Getting ready for the date with Dean proves to be more challenging than you thought. You want to look good, but not like you're trying too hard. Plus, considering that Dean has seen you in your pajamas, you really have no idea what to wear.

Because you invited him, it's up to you to decide the place you're going. At first, you thought to take him to the movies or to have dinner, but that's basically what you would do on a normal day after work. So, no, you had to be more creative this time. That's why, after pondering, you chose to go someplace probably unusual: a car exhibit. It was just in your luck that they are having one a few towns over. That being said, even if he's going to spend more time looking at the cars than at you, you want to look nice. In the end, you decide on your favorite jeans, a tight turtle-neck blouse, and boots. You're just finishing your make-up and hair when there's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Are you ready?" Dean's voice travels from the other side.

You pick up your purse and open the door. Dean's eyes roam your body appreciably, and you take your sweet time to do the same. Just like you, he didn't go over the top with his appearance. He's wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, as anticipated, but they're the good ones. The shirt hugs his chest in the right places, and the burgundy color is a nice contrast to his skin and green eyes. A slight blush covers your cheeks once his gaze clashes back with yours. He has noticed you checking him out because he smiles mischievously.

"You look hot." Dean's compliment is blunt, though you expected that from him.

Trying not to boost his ego, you reply: "Thanks, you look fine."

Dean's grin only grows wider, he knows you're downplaying your compliment. Though, he decides not to mention it. "Ready to go?"

You take his arm and guide him downstairs. Throughout the whole trip, Dean tries to pry on the destination of the date, but you refuse to spill anything. For some reason, you want it to be a surprise. Even when he's the one driving, you only comment vague directions on where to go. Sometimes, he turns his face to you, annoyed, yet there's a lingering smile on his lips that makes it clear he's pretending. In previous months, you never would've thought you'd be like this with him. All of your bickering before had been legit, you truly hated each other... or so you thought.

When you enter the road where the exhibit is supposed to be held, you start seeing cool cars here and there, probably from the people attending that thought it'd be a good idea to bring their own. Dean looks at a blue new Camaro with furrowed brows.

"Wait- did," a 70's Plymouth Barracuda turns into the corner of the parking lot. Dean instantly snaps his eyes at you. "Did you just bring me to the car exhibit?"

The way he says the car exhibit makes you realize that he probably already knew about it. "Yes... did you come already? It's been only for two days..."

"No, no," he shakes his head and continues driving to the parking lot. "I wanted to come, I just wasn't sure when..." He chuckles, "this is certainly a nice surprise, sweetheart." His right hand takes yours in his and doesn't let go until you get out of the Impala.

The exhibit center is more crowded than you anticipated, maybe because it's a weekend. Either way, Dean pays no mind to it, he is too excited to see the cars. When you climbed out of the Impala, a few people were all too eager to praise Dean on the car. Of course, he was more than willing to receive the words. It's no secret that Dean prides himself on taking care of his Baby, and you enjoy listening to him talk about it. Not because of what he says, but because of the smile that lights up his face in the most precious way. Well, fuck, you're in too deep.

The ticket office has a long line at the front, luckily for you, you bought the tickets beforehand online, so you don't need to worry about it. As it turns out, the exhibit is about cars in general. They have information ranging from the first motored vehicles to the last ones, some of which even use electrical or alternative fuel. Dean, of course, is more interested in the part of the exhibition that is about classical cars from the 50's to the 80's. And the muscle cars are certainly his downfall. Every piece has a small presentation card with facts; most of it is too technical for you to understand, like types of motors and tires, but you do your best to read it while Dean briefs you on what he knows. Unsurprisingly, Dean's wisdom is greater than those in the cards. He could very well give a tour if he wanted to. A few times you catch other people listening to what he has to say about the models. Not that he notices because all of his focus is on you... and the cars, of course.