Supernatural OneShots

No Strings Attached (p1)

"Wow, I just-I can't believe you're-wow...the man, the myth, the legend." I say, sitting across from Dean Winchester in a greasy bar. Yes...Dean Winchester. I can't believe it either! He chuckles, after taking a sip of his beer, "Oh, I'm no celebrity...I'm just me...that's it." I scoff, "Please. Dean, I've been hearing about your family since I was a kid. You guys are like gods to the 'hunter network'." He asks, "Right...when did you say you started?" I put my glass down, then say, "Well...I was eight, I believe. I remember my first kill was a werewolf." Dean seems impressed, but also solemn. He says, "Yeah, that was around the same time I started. It's a hard life, but someone's gotta do it, you know? Even though death seems to follow me around like a groupie." He adds, after seeing my face of realization and guiltiness, "Oh, I don't mean like you...I meant like, um, Becky. I think that's her name. She was horrible. I mean, she obviously had good intentions, in a way, but Sam and I weren't really flattered." I giggle, "I know, she's crazy! I met her once, and yeah, she's nice, but she needs to calm down. Like, I get that she's a Sam girl, but seriously...fans shouldn't be that way. I'm not even that crazy, but then again, I'm a hunter too, so..." Dean gives me a look, and I ask, "What?" He says, "What do you mean you're 'not that way'?" I reply, "Well, Becky was crazy enough to kidnap Sam and drug him, wishing to have a happy ending with him. I wouldn't do that. She should've just respected that Sam didn't like her like that." Dean nods, then I add, "Though she tried to argue with me, and I was ready to bash her head in." Dean chuckles, "Oh god, what'd she say? She's all bark, and no bite, you know." I sigh, "I know, but...she said you didn't have a lot of fans. But then she said that her friend liked you, and I flipped. I told her that if she let her friend stalk you like she does with Sam...I'd kill them both. Of course I'd never do it, they're innocent. But I just thought that you and Sam didn't need another fan stalking you." Dean smiles, then says, "Well, thanks to you, we don't have to worry." I smile back, then look down at my lap, knowing I'm blushing. He actually took that better than I pictured. I ask, after drinking half of the glass, "So...how's Sam anyway?" Dean replies, "Oh he's-actually I've no idea, we haven't talked in a while." I say, teasing, "Ooh, brother drama." He rolls his eyes playfully, saying, "Nono, we just decided to do solo hunts. We told each other that we'd call if we needed help. So yeah, it's been a while."  I say, "Yep, that sounds like you. 'Mister Lone Wolf'." Dean scoffs, "Oh please, I would assemble my own pack, and be the Alpha. I don't really need Sam, he's just a preferred hunting buddy though." I feel my stomach flip when he says my trigger word. 'Alpha'. Over and over again, repeating itself in my head. I can't even hear what he's saying anymore. I swallow, then pull myself back to reality, not wanting to waste this chance I have to talk to a Winchester. I nervously giggle, saying, "Well don't let him hear you say that." He chuckles, then says, "Oh, he knows it." He takes a few more swigs, then says, "So, what about you sweetheart? How's life going for you?" I roll my eyes playfully, then reply, "Well...just as suckish as any other hunters life is. Just how it is, I guess. No contacts, no friends, no long term hookups. One night stands. Bloody hunts. Bruised skin...no strings attached." Dean says, "I know what you mean. It's just better that way, you know?" I nod. But as I'm looking at him, watching how his fingers move, his chest rising and falling, his eyebrow raising, and his little smirk, I can assure myself one thing. By all these signs, and by the way he's looking at me, he wants more from me than just a talk. And I can already tell our night's gonna be amazing. He asks, smirking, "You wanna...get out of here?" I raise a brow, and reply, "Hell yes."