Hey guys. This one is just an intro for a short series of stories that I will write in one continuous story line. The first two will be back to back, but the rest will be kinda separated. I will warn y'all, the first few will be short and tame, but the last one will be EXTREMELY hot if you like Winchest stories.
Enjoy!
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It's just another night working at Mike's bar serving beer to the regular drunks in town. So far, you've had two oldies comment on your jeans, one drunk smack your ass, and a group of kids admire your rack aloud through your tank and name tag.
Of course, it's tiring, but the night seemed to be looking up.
Two guys you've never seen in town before walk into the bar and find a table in the back corner.
One was really tall with long hair and dark eyes, the other slightly shorter with short hair and a square jaw, both in flannel and really tight jeans.
Looks like there's more edible food on the menu tonight.
You continue to work and find them both staring at you, then you sit at the bar and take your break. A drunk jerk sits beside you.
"Heey, pretty lady," he slurs. "W-wanna ddrink?"
You hold up your glass.
"Got one. Thanks."
He leans in close enough that you can smell the liquor on his breath.
"W-wanna 'nother one?" he says before burping.
Before you can say anything else, a hand finds it's way to your shoulder.
"Sorry, buddy, but she's taken. Move on." He leaves and the shorter of the two handsome strangers takes his place. "And what am I going to call my newfound hero?" you ask.
He grins. "Dean."
"(Y/n)," you practically pant.
"Drink?" he asks and you nod vigorously nod. The two of you sit and talk for about an hour before he gives you his room number and disappears.You get up and dance for a while and are met by the other - slightly more sexy, in your opinion - stranger. You grind your hips together to the beat, and you both lose yourself to sweat and music.
Of course, you are flattered by his more direct approach.
Finally, you take a break for a drink. He wraps his arms around your waist boldly and nuzzles your ear.
Yup. Definitely like this better.
"I'm Sam," he says, nipping at your neck. You shiver.
"(Y/n)," you say, sighing. He laughs as your heart begins to race underneath the caress of his lips and teeth. One of his hands moves dangerously close to the waistline of your jeans.
"You like it rough," he asks as he pulls your hair and bites you yet again, chuckling when you barely hold back a moan. You nod slightly, loving how dominate he was being. "B-but I already made arrangements with your friend."
"My brother?" he growls before taking your ear between his teeth. "We'll be here for the next three days. You'll have time for the both of us. Besides, I'm willing to share a beautiful pet like you for a night." He places a tender kiss to the back of your neck.
"It's a pity," he says in a breathy voice. "Daddy wanted to play with his new pet."
Heat went straight to your core, and he walked away, leaving you undoubtedly aroused at the bar. You stare as he sits with his brother, Dean.
"What a tease," you growl in their direction before downing what was left of your drink and get up to dance. You move to the heavy beat and turn to see burning and heated lust in both of their gazes. You chuckle to yourself since you've seen that look many times, though you've had no experience sating it.
Hopefully, that would change.
Soon.
"Care to join me?"
Neither move and you proceed to dance teasingly by yourself, getting both hot and sweaty, then return to work. Once you get ready to close, you find Dean in the parking lot patiently standing by his sick looking Impala.
What can you say. You dig nice cars.
"Not gonna make it to the room, are we?" he asks. You shake your head. "Nope."
"Where?"
You grin slyly.
"Car."
To be continued...
