Falling or Flying (Completed) *currently editing*

Highway to Hell

"So I have to ask, your bio" I glanced up smiling at the green eyed man sitting across from me as we sat in some little dive bar on the edge of town. He seemed really fun by the messages we exchanged. I'm excited to get back on the dating horse, it helps he has a gorgeous smile.

"What about it?" He asked taking a sip from his beer with a sly grin. I leaned forward a little smirking back while I ran my finger along the rim of my glass.

"the 'I killed hitler, you're welcome' part. I mean if you did, thank you. You did a massive service to the world." I looked up laughing as his eyes kinda lit up. There was almost a twinkle to them.

"Yeah, I totally did, you're welcome. Guy was a real dick." He smiled. At least he has a good sense of humor. I swear though he's so familiar, god I hope I didn't fuck his dad or something.

"You're totally my hero then. So you never said, what line of work are you in, other than killing nazis?" I asked before taking a sip from my bright pink drink. He was reserved whenever I brought anything about his personal life up. It wasn't entirely a red flag, but what's the worse he could do to me?

"I'm a federal agent actually." He answered with a very macho voice. A part of me believes it but another part doubts it, it would explain the behavior. I was really paying attention to his body language now.

"So does that mean you're working a case in my humble little town?" I asked leaning in flashing my cleavage in hopes of learning more. He's been staring all night so there's a good chance I can get info out of him. It might lead to a job.

"Yeah. I'll probably be here another week finishing things up." He said taking another sip of his beer. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

He flashed me a smile making me a little angry but I could let it slide. Before I could say anything the waitress appeared with our food. I still find it amusing we ordered the same thing.

"They have the best burgers here." I picked up my food before taking a bite. God these burgers are the best, I'll miss this place when it's time to move on.

"Oh my god this is so good" He smiled with a mouthful before continuing to speak between bites. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a veterinarian. Just because the lives I save are furry, doesn't mean I'm not a bad ass. You should see the scars" I looked up laughing watching his smile return, his smile really is nice.

"You'll just have to show me." The smile quietly bounced back to him smirking at me from across the table.

"Then I suggest you eat quickly." And with that his eyes lit up, there's worse things I could do tonight that follow him to his hotel room. I needed a break, here's to fresh starts and new beginnings.

I soon found myself in his motel room, not a regret in the world. I hadn't been in the habit of going home with random men for a while, but exceptions could be made. Especially green eyed exceptions.

"God yes!" I screamed out while his hands were pinning my wrists to the bed. His body was heavy on top of me, and the kisses he keeps placing along my body were scratching an itch I didn't know I still had. God is he good at this, really good at this.

"Dean so I found out that, oh my god, I'm sorry I uh" I heard a voice say as he jumped off of me and quickly pulled a blanket over us both. Neither one of us heard the door open apparently.

"Son of a bitch Sam" he shouted out to the mystery man standing there while I untucked my face from the motel comforter to look at them both.

"Dean? I thought your name was Eddie?" I asked looking at him very red faced as he was staring at the man who just walked in. He's tall, kind of awkward looking, his hair is long, he certainly doesn't look like FBI.