Supernatural Imagines

Flustered/Dean

You were a bartender, supporting both your parents along with your older sister. Your parents were old and refused to go to a nursing home. But you might force them to go anyway. Being a bartender means you could get your stress and frustration out on a bunch of one night stands. Your confident attitude and badgirl reputation left anyone weak in the knees.

And Dean Winchester was no different.

He walked into that bar hoping to score a one night stand, lucky for you. He saw you and almost instantly knew he had to take you home with him. He had forced Seam to get a seperate room for this reason. He walked up to the bar causally, as if he didn't care.

"What can I get you, hun?" You asked him, leaning against the counter.

You wore a tight t shirt, exposing your breasts more. The leather pants weren't helping Dean either with his arousal.

"Just a beer will do." He smirked at you, biting his lip.

The lip bite and smirk always seemed to get girls. They always blushed and smiled but you were different. You smirked right back and bent over purposely to get his attention. He gulped at the sight of your round ass. You stood back up and handed the bottle to him.

"You look like you've seen some shit." You tilted your head in a cute way.

That always seemed to work for guys. They thought you were sweet and innocent until they got you into bed.

"Oh I've seen enough for 100 lifetimes." Dean sipped his beer.

"What's your name, Sugar?" You asked.

"Dean." He answered.

No last name, mysterious, you thought.

"Well Dean, you look like you could use more than one beer." You told him as he drained the last of his.

You handed him another.

"Oh the house." You winked.

He blushed. Somehow you had gotten him flustered. Nobody ever made Dean flustered, especially not girls he planned to take back to his motel room. It was usually the other way around. You smirked at the fact that he was blushing. That was a good sign.

There was only a couple people in the bar, and almost all of them were waiting for food. So you stood and began to speak more with Dean.

"So what are you doing in town?" You asked.

"Road trip with my little brother." Dean answered.

"Fun. I went on one of those once, with my older sister." You told him.

"You the younger sibling?" He asked.

"Sort of. I do all the work in the house." You told him.

"Wow. Me and my brother have the same line of work so." He shrugged.

"Oh yeah, what do you do?" You asked.

"FBI." He showed you his fake badge.

"Huh. Don't take you for an FBI agent. You've seen more." You told him, observing him.

"Oh really?" He asked, staring at you with curious eyes.

"Yeah. Alot more. Plus you're too handsome to be an FBI agent. Can't mess up that pretty face." You smirked.

He blushed again. What were you doing to him?

"Thank you." He smirked at you.

"You seem to be that type." You told him, finally figuring him out.

"What type?" Dean asked, genually curious.

"The type to travel alot, have too many one night stands to count. Get drunk off your ass 6 days a week." You told him.

"You got me." Dean chuckled. "But you... you're hard to read."

"Oh yeah. Lemme tell you what type I am. I go to work 7 days a week 12 hours a day. I take a one night stand home 90% of the time. I may look inccocent but I could have you in your knee's in a second." You told him.

"Wow. Looks like we both are looking for someone to take home tonight." Dean smirked.

"Hm. I guess we are." You winked.

He blushed once again.

"You're cute when you blush." You smirked.

He blushed even more. You laughed at his reaction.

"I get off in 20 minutes. What do you say we get out of here?" You smirked

"Sounds good to me." Dean drained his beer.

20 minutes later, you were climbing into Dean's 67 Impala. He kept a hand on your thigh the whole way to the hotel. He dragged you inside and pushed you against the door, smashing his lips to yours. You kissed back egarlly. You shoved off his jacket and shoved him back onto the bed, slipping your tight shirt off your body. Your black bra was tight against your boobs.

"Damn." Dean muttered.

"Like what you see, babe." You smirked.

He grew once again flustered.