Oh Mr Winchester - Dean Winchester x Reader (Neighbors AU)

Chapter 5

Dean shows you how good he can really be with his hands while making suggestive implications and you in return tease him on the kitchen counter with little to no clothing. 

"So not any boys over this time?" the man asked as he worked on getting the shelf fixed.

"Hm? Oh nah, no." you shook your head, for a moment getting distracted by his arms and how good he looked with the sleeves of the flannel rolled up "No projects to work on for this weekend."

"Is that so huh?" he raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly so "Come on sweetheart, it's just me here." he said with a small chuckle and you shrugged.

You laughed, looking away for a moment "I know real well, but I'm just being honest. Besides-" you bit your lip stealing a glimpse at him "Boys will be boys, Mr Winchester. A man is what I really need."

"A man huh?" he sounded a lot more interested than he let it show as he tried to keep himself occupied and not fully look at you; although he did pause in thought for a moment.

"Yeah of course." you shrugged, watching him curiously "There's no shame in that. Like... I wouldn't blame you if you were interested in a younger girl, Mr Winchester. If anything-" you licked your lips as he looked up at you "I think a girl my age is just what you need."

"How so?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, lips parted and eyes darker.

"Various... reasons." you bit your lip "Girls my age are really nothing like you can imagine, Mr Winchester. If anything, somuch more. Speaking for myself, I can certainly-" you paused, trying to fight the grin as he looked up at you so captivated and eager to hear you say more. He seemed to be almost holding his breath, trying to keep in any sounds too.

"Doesn't matter." you laughed, shaking your head, stealing a look at him to see his jaw clench in frustration at your obvious teasing and you could almost swear a growl left his lips.

"Anyway-" you cleared your throat "I- I somehow always knew it, you know, but I really can't stand it now. I can't stand boys now, they're simply tiring. You literally have to spell it out for them to understand, can't make a choice on their own. I mean am I asking too much? Just someone to rock my world but they have no idea how to use their hands properly, let anything else."

"Well, hate to say it cause it makes me old but-" he laughed slightly "I told you so, princess." he shrugged, a little too satisfied "Not everyone knows the right moves." he winked and you chuckled.

"You sure do." you shrugged, watching him curiously as he went on with his work "But sadly... not all men can be like you, Mr Winchester."

"I'm flattered, sweetheart." he broke into a big grin "But I'm sure you can do much better than this."

"There is no better than you, Dean." you mumbled, shaking your head as you chewed on your lower lip and looked down at your feet. Unknown to you was the grin that formed on his lips as he looked at you.

"Besides-" you spoke with a smirk "Nobody can pull off a flannel the way you do. You're really rocking it, Mr Winchester." you said, a grin forming on your face when you heard him laugh.

"Thank you, princess, but I'm sure you'd be able to pull it off better than me." he said, getting up on his feet to grab a tool and continue with his work.

"I don't have that many." you shrugged "But still it's-" you started again but all words got caught in your throat when he got up and without wasting a second he started taking it off, and with a small smirk handed it to you.

"Wh-what?" you blinked, looking back and forth between him and the flannel.

"Just take it, I'm sure it will look much better on you. Besides, I'll go outside to work and I'd just end up making it dirty while you can make it look perfect." he winked and you laughed shyly, shaking your head.