Let Me Help You Relax (smut)

Let Me Help You Relax

You woke up in the bunker, really feeling that last hunt. 'How did I end up getting involved in this,' you thought to yourself. You reflected to a few months ago when Sam and Dean managed to save you from a Vampire's nest that you somehow got caught up in. The things you come across when you are a bartender. You shook it off, got out of bed, and didn't even bother to change out of your pajamas.

"Hey Y/N," you jumped at the unexpected voice that was echoing from the other side of the kitchen. Dean. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he did a small laugh.

"No, it's okay, I'm just not awake yet. I need coffee," you poured yourself a cup from the fresh pot that Dean had obviously just brewed. Turning to face him, you didn't bother to add anything to the coffee, you knew you needed every last ounce of pure caffeine possible. You reached your coffee cup to your lip. When it came back down you felt Dean's eyes scan over you seductively, avoiding eye contact. Suddenly you felt incredibly uncomfortable in your tiny shorts and tank top. He must have noticed when you shifted your stance, because then he almost seemed embarrassed that you caught him, almost.

He cleared his throat, but before he could speak, you stopped him, "Where's Sam at this morning? Usually he is the one I run in to this early." You sipped and cringed at your black coffee.

"Uh, he went out to grab a few things. He said he might have found us a case but we were out of a few basic supplies. Rock salt being one of them," Dean nodded as if to say 'we are obviously going to need that eventually.'

The idea of being alone with Dean was suddenly very stressful. You had been alone with him before, but there was a shift in the atmosphere this morning, and you couldn't put your finger on it. "Well, I think I'm gonna go jump in the shower." Yes, that sounds like a good idea, clear the air a little.

You went to step away from the counter you were leaning on and Dean took a swift step towards you, stopping himself when he realized it made you jump. "Hey, you seem tense. You okay?" He asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

You leaned back on the counter again, knowing this wasn't going to be an easy escape, "yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed. I don't know how you guys do this for so long. What's the secret to keeping your sanity?" You laughed at your own semi-serious joke.

Dean smiled, "well we are used to it, grew up in the life." He said truthfully. "But I know its gotta be difficult to walk into this much later in life." He shifted his weight away from you, but you could tell this was a defense in what he was about to say. "I could help you relax a little, if you'd like." You felt the lump in your throat quickly develop. Somehow your instant reaction was to look over his face for a clue of joking. Dean smiled at your 'deer-in-the-headlights' impression. "Hey, as your friend," he held his hands up, "you're stressed out, we all get that way. Even me, being raised in the life."

You swallowed hard, scared to ask the question that was screaming in your head, "What are you suggesting?" You knew by his tone of voice and the lust in his eyes that it wasn't innocent.

Dean was so relaxed and straight-faced, you couldn't believe how nonchalant he could be when he responded, "Well, I'd be lying if I tried to say you weren't attractive. All I'm suggesting is that I help you out." He sighed when he realized his vague description wasn't working for you. "Look, I know we are just friends and you are still adjusting around here. So we can make it simple. It doesn't have to be intercourse. Strictly platonic. I'll help you with yours, which in turn, will help me with mine." Seriousness still lingered on his face.

"What?" was all you could muster out.

He walked over to you, smiling when he noticed you were trembling. "Come on, baby girl, let me take care of you." He put his hand on your back and gently pushed you toward him. You slowly set your cup down behind you, automatically obeying. "You said you were about to take a shower, right?" You just nodded, "my shower has a massage feature." Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled, baring no teeth. You allowed him to lead you into his bathroom, keeping his hand on your back, but generally you were walking in front. He didn't want you to feel forced, so he let you walk ahead of him.