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Eye of the Tiger: Dean Winchester

(A/N: Ok, this one is pretty obvious...cuz who wouldn't connect Dean with Eye of the Tiger by Survivor?)

    I sat in the back of Dean's '67 Impala, restless.  We were on a wendigo hunt and hadn't made any progress in two days.  Even with our collective minds working together, we had yet to track the creature.  We were on our way to the home of its most recent victim.

    "Agents Spears, Simpson and Moore, ma'am.  Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"  Dean flashed his fake FBI ID to the woman standing in the doorway of the small cabin.  The woman had been crying, understandably, but nodded us in and showed us seats in her living room.  "I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am.  Can you tell us what you remember?"

    The woman placed her hands in her lap and sighed.  "It all happened so fast.  Mike and I were just sitting by the fire, relaxing, when he heard a noise at the door.  He walked over to the window to check and the next thing I knew, the window was busted and Mike was being pulled out by some kind of animal."

    I looked at Sam.  He knew what it was, but wasn't going to tell the young woman.  "You didn't see which way it took him by chance, did you Mrs. Monroe?"

    She shook her head.  "I ran into the bedroom.  I just keep praying he's ok, that this was all a bad dream."

    After a few more questions, we left the cabin and got back into the Impala.  Dean turned to me, then Sam.  "Ok, so this wendigo has now attacked three people in three days.  We've got to be close."  Sam and I both nodded.  Dean turned the car stereo on and we heard the familiar bass line.

    "Dean, turn it up!"  He readily complied and we sang along with the guitar riffs.  "Duh...duh duh duh...duh duh duh...duh duh duuuuuuh..."

    Dean was drumming on the steering wheel, I was playing air guitar and Sam held his imaginary mic to his mouth.

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'till we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger

After our impromptu car karaoke moment, we stopped at a nearby diner and sat in one of the small booths.  Sam pulled out his laptop and connected to the diner's wifi before looking up a few things.  I was sitting next to Dean, watching his eyes as he drank his coffee.  Okay, maybe I was watching his lips too.  Not like he'd ever use them on me.  I bit my own bottom lip, then looked at Sam.

"So get this," Sam states, looking up from his screen.  "According to local newspapers, the last time there were incidents like this was 1995...then 1972...well, you get the idea...every 23 years.  Definitely a wendigo.  I'm looking at the town's plan and there's a series of abandoned mines not far from the Monroes' cabin."

I rolled my eyes.  "Why am I getting the strange sense of deja vu?"

Dean smiled into his coffee cup.  "I don't know...maybe that obsession with video games?  Haven't you been playing that one game with the wendigos lately?"

I blushed a little.  "Maybe..."

Sam's laugh broke my eye contact with the placemat.  "Ok, so our best bet is the mines, right?  Let's make sure we're armed with flare guns and gank this bastard."

I chugged the last of my coffee and hopped out of the booth before the boys could get their stuff together. 

An hour or so later, we were at the entrance to the mines, prepping for the ambush.  I wrapped a bandanna around my (H/c) hair to keep anything...unpleasant from getting into it.  We'd all picked up flare guns, so we were all armed against the wendigo.  Sam walked in ahead of us and I was between him and Dean.  Suddenly, I felt a strong pull on my arm and before I could breathe, my body was flush against Dean's.  He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his, pressing his lips to mine.  My eyes went wide with shock before instinct kicked in and I kissed him back, fisting my hands in his leather jacket.  A moment later, he pulled away.

I stepped back, regaining my balance.  "What the hell was that for?"

Dean gave one of those cheesy grins before patting my butt.  "For luck."  Then he followed his brother into the mine.

I walked behind him, muttering to myself.  "Probably the closest I'm getting to getting lucky with you...jerk."

*Time skip brought to you by the pizza man*

I stood in the shower, washing away the dirt, blood and gross of the hunt.  We'd gotten there in time to save Mike and get him home to his wife...but I couldn't get that kiss out of my brain.  Why did he decide right then that it was a good time to scramble my brain?

I stepped out the shower and wrapped myself in a towel before leaving the hotel room bathroom.  The boys were at least courteous enough to let me have my own rooms when we were on a hunt.

But when I walked out of the bathroom, I was not alone.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with a knife he kept in his pocket.  Seeing me, he stood up, looking at the floor.  "Sorry, (Y/n), I just had to explain..."

I grabbed another towel in the bathroom and started drying my hair.  "Explain what exactly?  How you decided to just kiss me out of nowhere when you've never shown any interest previously, and while were in the middle of hunting a wendigo?"

"Yeah...that.  Uh, well, it seemed the right thing to do, you know, with these things, you're never sure if you'll get out alive, and I wanted to...in case something happened, I just wanted you to know...well..."  He took a hesitant step toward me.  I considered my options before choosing to stay right where I was.

"Let me know what, Dean?"  I was pretty sure I could assume what he meant, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"This."  He grabbed my waist and plundered my lips with his.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and welcomed his kiss, sliding my fingers into his brown hair.  He pulled my body tight against his, the pressure the only thing holding the hotel towel to my skin.  He pulled away for a second and looked down, raising an eyebrow.  "Now, what was that I heard about getting lucky?"

My face turned a brilliant red and I looked down, biting my lip.  "Heard that, huh..."

Dean lifted my chin and smirked.  "I'm a hunter.  Ears like a hawk."

My own lips curved to form a smirk.  "What about the eyes of the tiger?"

He gently pushed me back toward the bed.  "Oh, darlin, that's not the only part of me like a tiger..."  Kissing me again, he threw the towel off of me.

Needless to say, Dean Winchester spent the rest of the night showing me what kind of hunter he really was.