Supernatural OneShots

*Last Night*

I wake up, the memories of last night filling my head.

The gorgeous stranger at the bar who bought me a drink, and chatted with me even though I seemed a bit disoriented. He was nice. But what I didn't know was that he'd take me to the back, and fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to feel my legs for a while. I never actually saw all of his face. I saw his eyes, green apple colored, sparkling when I thought he smiled. Those beautifully sinful lips caught me off guard, especially when he had them all over me, screaming for more. His voice was deep, and rough sounding, making me wet as soon as he started speaking. His fingers were worn, but when he touched me, he gave me the sense of magic, feeling my body respond to his contact with my curves. His noises he made, low and erotic, had me groaning because of how amazing he made himself sound, as well as myself. When we both collapsed, I said some things that I don't know if I meant them or not, but he whispered something in my ear, causing me to fall asleep in his arms, hoping that maybe he'll be with me.

I sit up carefully, reaching over as if I thought he'd be next to me, but of course, he's not. I frown a little, then get up, and get in the shower, scrubbing what happened last night away, along with unspoken feelings.

When I get out, I put on flannel and some spandex and walk out into the hallway to the kitchen. My best friend, Daisy, is sitting at the table, and when she sees me, she smiles, asking, "So, how was it last night?"

I open the fridge, looking for something to drink, and ask, "What do you mean?"

She laughs, "You came home last night, muttering nonsense about this green eyed beast, then went to bed, making me think you'd been laid or stoned."

I pour myself a glass of milk, then sit up on the counter, saying, "You really wanna' know?"

She nods.

I grin, then say, "He was gorgeous, and he had great hands....ooh, my god, I should've got his name. He smelled like gunpowder, which is unbelievably sexy, and also of leather. It drove me wild. His tongue was...."

"Yes thank you for cutting it there, I don't wanna' hear about that part."

I laugh, then ask, "So, how're you and Sam, huh? Sammy? You two are serious, for sure."

She blushes, saying, "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say we're THAT serious!"

"Yeah you are, Daize. You guys are so attached that you can't go very long without seeing each other. He's always texting you and whatnot, and I'm over here, single as fuck."

"Well, you could always get with Sam's brother. You still haven't met him yet, even though Sam and I are both trying to get you two to meet up, but no, you're both stubborn as hell."

I snort, "You mean 'the mysterious Dean'? Yeah right, like he'd actually like me. No way!"

"You'd be surprised. And he's on his way over to come get me, since Sam is doing something for a case. You could say something to him then?"

"I dunno. We'll see."

I get all the morning stuff done, and am reading 'Harry Potter' when there's a knock at the door. Daisy yells to me from her room, "Als, can you get it?"

I yell back, "I got it!" I push all of my nervousness down, and stand up, walking towards the door. I open the door, and almost fall over.

Oh god...

It's him!

I stutter, "H-hi, I uh...I'm Ally..."

He cocks a brow at me, looking concerned, "You okay, sweetheart? You look like you've just seen a ghost."