Supernatural OneShots

*Soaked*

I walk out of the bunker into the yard, looking for Dean. I hear a noise in the direction of the garage, and walk towards it, hoping that it's him, because I'm not ready to fight right now. I smile at the sight.

Dean is washing "Baby", his precious 1967 Chevy Impala, wearing only a white t-shirt, and his old, ripped jeans. I bite my lip, seeing his shirt sticking to his body, revealing his abs, chest, and tattoo.

He sees me finally, and chuckles, asking, "What's that look for?"

I say, moving over to him, "Oh nothing, sorry."

He smiles at me with those perfect teeth, and I say, "I-I-I totally forgot what I came out here for."

He laughs, asking, "Was that my fault?"

I shake my head in response, but he adds, "Stop lying; I know when you're lying."

I say, my thoughts coming back, "Oh, I was going to ask you if you wanted anything for lunch. Sam was about to walk to town with me to get something."

Dean says, trying to flirt, "You know what I want."

I roll my eyes, saying, "Yeah, of course; I don't know why I even had to come out here to ask you. And was that your lame attempt to seduce me?"

"No, and maybe you came out here to see me shirtless."

"Um, if you haven't noticed, you're not shirtless." I say, raising a brow, and crossing my arms.

He peels his shirt off his body, and puts it on the hood of his car, saying, "Now I'm shirtless. You were saying?"

I say, smiling at him, and hoisting myself up onto the hood of his car, "What're you trying to accomplish here, Dean-o?"

"I'm attempting to wash my car, but this pretty girl is distracting the crap out of me." He says, sounding sarcastic, but somewhat sincere.

I raise a brow again, asking, "Why're you being sarcastic? That's basically what's actually happening!"

He smiles, saying, "Honestly, I've no idea; I just do it."

I roll my eyes, saying, "Yeah, sure."

Then he hands me a bottle that's halfway full with foul-smelling liquid. Gross!

I take it, saying, "Really? You think that I'm going to drink this with you right here? My brain will cloud up, and I'll say...things."

I hand it back to him, saying, "How about I help you wash your car, then you and I can go get some pie."

Dean says, "Alright, you can help, but on one condition."

I say, "God Dean, why're you so needy?"

He rolls his eyes, then continues, "You can help if you take your pants and shirt off, and put my wet shirt on."

I scoff, saying, "Fine. Why not? It'll just be a tease."

I grab his shirt, and walk into the bunker through the garage door. I close the door partly, so he can't see me, and I strip down to my bra and underwear. I pull the wet shirt on over my head, and it immediately sticks to my body, making me shiver in excitement and frigidness.

There's an awkward cough behind me, and I spin, seeing Sam sitting at the table, staring at me. I say, "Hey Moose, eyes up here."

He says, "Sorry, um, yeah sorry...do you still want me to go to the store?"

I say, smiling a little, "That'd be nice; you do see what's about to happen right? Or are you just that innocent?"

He makes a 'duh' face, then says, standing up, "Okay, I should probably go now. Y'all won't need me for like, then next...3 hours."