DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

07. Hurricane • Angst / Smut

Sypnosis : In which, he, for once, desired more than a one night stand.

Contains : brief smut.

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Third Person’s.

    There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy,
Where a boy lives behind bricks,
He's got an eye for girls of eighteen,
And he turns them out like tricks

   Dean Winchester was always known as a womanizer, a man who prefers late night chats with random woman at the bar that will eventually settles at a motel, bodies dancing together in harmony that both of them can sing through the night, as it went on. He was never the one for relationship, but he can be the right one for a lonely girl at a bar.

      He slept and leaves when the sun rises, not bothering to leave some note for the poor lady to wake up to. He just snatch his clothes back on, check himself in the mirror then leaves, with the girl he slept with still sleeping peacefully after a night of complete bliss.

     But it was uncommon for him to want something more than one night stands.

    Sure, he had Cassie, who he loved with all his heart. Lisa, along with Ben, who he lived with and played as a happy family that he can get as his own. But she was different, she was everything he wanted. It all started when they slept together, for the first time.

   It was a rough hunt. A coven of witches that kills people for entertainment, which Dean is not fond of — along with his immense disliked towards the creatures, that made the hunt a bitch. After being thrown here and there (one of the reasons why he hated witches), they managed to gank those bitches with wounds and bruises on their skin.

     When they get back at the motel, the brothers washed up and ate, then Dean told his brother that he was going to ‘lose some’ at the nearest bar and Sammy should accompany him, but Sam being himself, rolled his eyes and said: “It was a tiring day dude, I’m beat.”

      There he sat, sporting a glass of whiskey, listening to the music filling the whole bar as some people dance and socialize.

      “Hey.”

    He looked beside him, seeing a woman, who was wearing a smile on her red plump lips. She gestured at the stool beside him, “Mind if I. .”

     Shooking his head, “Nah. It’s nice to have company of a beautiful lady like you so, I don’t see why not.”

     “You have flowery words, mister. I like it.” She chuckled.

     “I have something too that you might like.” he wiggled his eyebrows, lips turning into a smirk as the alcohol he’d been drinking kicks in. “Just saying.”

     “And apparently, you had a dirty mouth,” she smirked and whispered to his ear, “I love it.”

    “I know we just started talking and all, but do you wanna get out of here?”

   “Thought you’d never asked.”