Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

The Failed Hookup, Outing, Labels, and Pit Stops- Destiel

Dean and Cas have been messing around lately. It hasn't become anything serious yet, but they are sleeping together without anyone knowing about it. They haven't disclosed their weird relationship at this point, so Dean still does as he always has.

He heads to a nearby bar on one of their cases to hopefully get drunk and find someone to hookup with. Cas isn't on this case, he's dealing with something to do with Gabriel right now, but Dean needs some relief. He doesn't feel totally guilty about his decision, but there's something in his gut telling him not to do this.

As Dean steps into the bar, he sees that it is packed with people. He looks around, seeing many gorgeous women, and a few handsome men. He doesn't really care who he hooks up with tonight, man or woman, so he sits at the bar, ordering a bourbon.

When he gets his drink, he spins the barstool around, looking over the bar. There's a small dance floor that a group of women are on, he guesses a girls night, and next to it, a mechanical bull. He takes his drink over to the ring where the bull is, watching a few different people try it, and fail quickly.

When a very attractive woman hops on the bull wearing a cowboy hat, boots, a tight tank top, and jean shorts with a thick black belt, Dean watches intently. This woman rides this bull so perfectly that Dean eventually forgets what he's doing. After a long ass time, the woman is thrown off in Dean's direction, standing up to see Dean chuckling.

"What? You couldn't do better." The woman smirks, looking at Dean. When she starts to walk off, Dean walks to the entrance of the ring, smirking down at her.

"Wanna see?" Dean asks, downing the last of his drink. The woman stares up at him, her dark brown eyes practically glowing.

"Good luck, I've been doing this for years." She says, walking to the seat Dean was previously sitting at and making herself comfortable.

Dean smirks as he steps in the ring, hopping up on the bull and nodding to the man who's controlling it. It's been a while since Dean has tried this, but he's willing to give it a shot. He looks at the woman as the bull starts moving slowly, and he winks, holding onto the saddle with one hand, the other on his thigh.

The woman laughs and Dean smiles a genuine smile as the bull speeds up, spinning and bucking him back and fourth. At some point, he's feeling more confident, so he lets go of the saddle, gripping the bull tightly with his thighs. He points at the woman, blowing her a kiss, and the bull picks up more speed, Dean sliding back and fourth on it.

When Dean's officially surpassed her time, he smirks her way, hopping up to where he's standing on the saddle, his boots firm under him. He rocks his body weight back and fourth as the bull still fails to throw him off. Soon, he's hearing cheers from around him and the woman looks impressed.

When someone yells out, "New bar record!" Dean smirks, and sits back down, still using no hands.

Eventually, he's thrown off the front of the bull, landing right by the entrance where the woman stands. "Impressive." She comments, holding a hand out for Dean. Dean takes her hand and stands up, running his hands through his hair.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Dean asks, walking over to the bar with her.

"I'll have whatever you're having." She says, sitting down next to Dean at the bar.

Dean nods and tells the bartender, "Two bourbons and some tequila shots."

Dean looks back over to the woman who sticks her hand out, "I'm Liv." She says, shaking Dean's hand.

"Dean." Dean replies, smiling.

"Looks like you've had experience riding, huh?" Liv asks, making Dean smirk, but also blush, thinking back to him and Cas.