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Numbers {Dean}

Prompt inspiration: http://writeworld.org/post/136689757716/what-do-all-these-numbers-mean

Prompt: What do all these numbers mean?

Summary/prompt change: You might not have been Dean Winchester's first one night stand, but you weren't his dumbest, either. He just didn't know it yet.

You didn't like waking up in strange motels rooms beside strange men whose names you only had a vague memory of, but you found it oddly pleasant to wake up to such an attractive face.

He'd been odd, sure. At first, he was too absorbed in something on a pad of paper to notice you, a pen pressed against his lips. Later in the night, you caught him glancing at you while hustling some oblivious guys at pool. You'd had a brief thought about how you knew you'd regret falling for those eyes when the sunlight woke you up.

You were surprised what you remembered from the night before: the man's name was Dean, and he'd come into town with his younger brother, Sam. He was an Aquarius, he was a total smartass that made really bad (but really funny) jokes, and his rough hands had felt both sinful and heavenly as they trailed over your skin.

You were dressed in nothing but his shirt from last night, the covers slipping off of him and exposing more of his smooth skin as you slipped from the bed. You hadn't noticed it last night, but the hotel room was covered in papers. You caught sight of the notepad from last night and stepped closer.

It was a set of numbers and a little metal decoder. He couldn't seem to match up the numbers, because the numbers were the only thing on the paper. You examined it carefully, your eyes taking in each number. There were nine.

18 10 22 12 24 22 18 23 16

You picked up the code cracker and slowly twisted the dial. Nine letters. No number to align with one, but that was okay. You'd done this with your father when you were younger enough times to know how to do it. Nine letters.

You tore off the paper and set it on the table next to the notepad. You'd have to do this the long way.

It didn't take long for you to have a whole lot of nonsense on the paper. You had nine lines full of a jumbled mess, but you were determined. Dean was still asleep.

You turned the dial again, the letter A lining up with the number 10. First number. Eighteen.

It was an I. Your hands, used to the method of turning and writing quickly, finished out the puzzle with ease. You were left with a legible answer that made some sense.

I A M C O M I N G

Creepy. You wondered where Dean had gotten the message.

You felt hot breath on the back of your neck, a hand resting on the back of the chair. "Ah, so you're the curious type."

Your lips curled into a smile. "I'm also the smart type."

"You're not bad." Dean acceded. His lips were fervid on your neck. "Have to admit that it's pretty damn attractive."

"Attractive," you mused, tilting your head to the side to give him more skin to explore. "Not a word I would have thought to hear coming from you."

"Well," Dean said, his arms slowly sliding around you, "I guess you've misjudged me."

"I guess I have." You leaned your head back to look at him and grinned.

"Why don't we take this to the shower, and then we can hunt down my brother and show this to him?" He was intoxicating.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "You're planning on keeping me around? Dean, I'm flattered. I thought I was only a one night stand."

"Hey, no smart-assery." He said. "It's too early in the morning."

"Says the sarcastic asshole." You had to force down the laugh and the smile that tried forcing their way up.

"Yes. Says the sarcastic asshole. So. Shower and then this code, or would you rather do the walk of shame?"

You narrowed your eyes up at the ceiling, as if you really had to think about it. Because, you know, the choice between shower sex with a hot guy and the walk of shame was so difficult.

"You're overthinking this." Dean teased.

"You're right." You said. "Shower it is."

"No arguments there." He smirked and pulled you out of the chair. It was impossible to hide your smile after that. Your day could be worse.