"Hey, (y/n) look at those two hotties." your friend stated as she pointed you to the direction of two men, federal agents so it seemed. "Yeah, your right. We should go talk to them." You said with a grin as you walked over to their table.
You both stopped to look at the two men. "Hello agents. Come here alone?" you asked sweetly rubbing on the taller one's chest. His hair was long, your type, and he had quite a muscular build.
He looked up and smiled at you, "Y-yeah. My names Sam, and this is my brother, Dean." He pointed at his older looking, yet shorter brother who winked suggestively at your best friend. Sam instinctively placed a hand on the one you had roaming his chest, stopping you cold. His touch was electrifying, like heated pleasure that flowed from his fingertips. You could hear your heart pounding over he various noises in the bar only to be interrupted by Sam' voice,"Wanna get out of here?"
Wow, that was quick.
He walked you out into the parking lot and into the back of a black 1967 Chevy Impala. As soon as you both piled in he leaned over and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. "What's your name?" he asked in almost a whisper. You got confused. No man has never really cared to know your name. "(y/n). Why?"
"Whats wrong with knowing?" He asked as his hand was resting on your shoulder. You looked down a little, "No one has ever really cared to know my name. It's just a name." He frowned a little and then carefully caressed your face with a warm cup of his hand. "Well, (y/n), you're about to see just how much I care.
((WELL GUYS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER POSTED. SORRY IT'S SHORT, I'M SLEEPY. LOOK OUT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, THINGS GET EXCITING! DON'T FORGET TO LIKE/COMMENT ))
