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"I can't believe a Halloween haunted house is actually haunted," you mumbled to yourself, straightening your hat and stomping your feet into your high "leather" boots. You looked in the bathroom mirror and scrunched up your face, somewhat regretting allowing Dean to pick your costume for you. You were wearing a "sexy cowgirl" outfit, complete with brightly colored lacing around your hat's stiff brim, cowboy boots that almost reached your knees, and a woefully inaccurate jean skirt with red tulle sticking out the bottom - not to mention the plaid shirt tied under your breasts that left your stomach exposed. You shook your head and closed your fingers around the doorknob, walking into the bedroom you and Dean shared. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," you said as you looked down at your revealing costume and pulled on the hem of your short skirt. Dean shot you an exaggerated wink and sauntered over to you, his eyes greedily taking in your uncovered skin and the less realistic version of his own cowboy costume - which wasn't actually a costume at all, but rather the clothes he'd gotten in Sunrise Wyoming after a real cowboy had complimented him on his "blanket". You'd always wished you could have been there to see that. "Well," Dean slid his hands around your waist, his work-harden hands brushing against your exposed skin, "I think you look hot." You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Of course you do, a girl who lets you into her bed is wearing a scantily-clad cowgirl costume. It's basically your biggest fantasy come to life." Dean tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you close enough to share breath. "Not quite," he mumbled, his mouth unfairly close to your own. "Because in my fantasy," his lips brushed yours, "these clothes don't last very long." Your breath hitched as Dean pulled you in for a bruising kiss, his hand finding its way into your hair and gently holding the back of your head. You melted into your boyfriend's embarrass, his lips and strong body against your own the only thing you could focus on, like you'd hit the mute button the rest of the world, until – "Dean? Y/N? You ready to go?" You pulled away from Dean at the sound of his brother's voice, thoughts of the case you were supposed to be working once again at the forefront of your mind - even if the man who's hand was currently working open the knot in the front of your shirt was fighting for prevalence. You took a deep breath and stepped away from your boyfriend. "Yeah, we're coming!" You straightened your shirt and then reached up to do the same for Dean, erasing the evidence of your brief coupling. "To be continued?" you asked, mischief dancing in your voice. Dean leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, then opened the door and ushered you out. "To be continued."
