Is Magic Girl in Love? [DEAN WINCHESTER STORY]

This Turned Out Swimmingly

       It's Saturday night and here I am wearing a skanky black boob showing dress that Dean picked out. My classy red dress was "not sexy enough." I drove with the Winchesters here and that was a tense drive. Sam, like before, tried to make small talk but neither Dean or I wanted to talk. We were still fuming from our last fight about whose car we were going to take. Dean won, which is stupid. We played about 12 times before it wasn't a tie. 

     We have been here waiting for a guy to hit on me for like the past 20 minutes and honestly it's kinda insulting. By the tenth minute, Sam walked over and sat next to me and gave me pointers. "You look too tense"  "Don't face the bar" "Show your boob more Dean says" I shot a glare at Dean for that one, but he was busy checking out some girl's ass. Of course, he is he couldn't be paying attention to more important things. Honestly, what does she have that I don't? Just because you can basically see her butt doesn't mean you should stop making sure I'm still alive. 

After the awkward talk with Sam, he went back to Dean sitting in the back corner sorta watching me, and honestly, it's made me insecure. Making sure every move is correct. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" A deep voice asked. It was husky, but not even close to Dean's. 

I turn to see an attractive jet black haired man, "Depends, can you hold yours?"

He chuckled and took the stool next to mine, "Depends what's the drink? The name's Clayton."

"Paris." I giggled and flipped my hair, I feel like a fricken barbie. Plus, with these pointers Dean gave me I know are good, doesn't mean I don't want to do it any less. Anything he tells me to do, it's just like an impulse to do the opposite.  

"Paris, what a lovely name. Now, what would the pretty lady like to drink?" He looked me up and down, checking me out. I made sure to squeeze my breasts a little more while doing so. 

"Sangria." Usually, I'd go for something stronger, but like everything else, I'm doing. Dean said to go for something girly. 

"Coming right up." While he was ordering, I made a quick glance to Sam and Dean. Sam was watching intently and gave me a quick smile of encouragement. Dean, on the other hand, was clenching his jaw unusually tight, and sending daggers to the guy next to me. Geesh take a chill pill there Dean, I don't even know if he's a vamp yet. 

"So Paris," I look back up to Clayton's brown eyes. They're dull and not really appealing to look at. Nothing against brown eyes, it's just his eyes aren't bright like green or blue. Before he continued his sentence, he leaned in right up close to my ear "Let's say after this drink, you and I go somewhere a little more private."

Well, that can't do, first I need to make out with you. "Hmm, tempting." I lean in close to his face, "but I want a little taste of what I would be getting." I lean in more, laying my hands on his thighs. 

"A girl with priorities, I like it." He then attacks me into a kiss. It was aggressive and hurried. Horrible kiss and already I think it's a vampire. There isn't any breath or much saliva, I feel dirty just saying it.

I don't close my eyes, and I turn myself to be able to see the Winchesters. We made hand signals if I feel the holes or not. So I, just as aggressive as he, stick my tongue in his mouth. 

Sorry to be so blunt, but I'm on a mission.

He, like every guy would, fights for dominance but while doing so I use the tip to feel his gums. This is just an awkward process all around, because of many reasons. First I'm staring at two other guys while I'm making out with this one. Second I have my tongue in a supposed vampire and third I'm straddling him. 

Bull's eye, I've felt the little flaps of skin where the holes are and I pull Clayton's hair a bit. That was the sign. If he wasn't the sign was to simply stop kissing him. My idea, Sam and Dean wanted thumbs up or thumbs down but any perv or anyone watching at that moment would notice me giving me a thumbs up to two other guys across the room. And my dignity is too important for that. 

While I'm tugging his hair, my eyes land on Dean. His jaw is still tense and he's looking everywhere but actually me. Sam still watching as a pervert would do, but Dean he looks so angry right now. It's a look I know from experience, but with a tinge of something else. Not just pure anger.  Honestly, if I didn't know better I would say he was jealous. Ha. Yeah, I don't know better. 

I pull away, still close to the guy's face made a shrug and whispered, "Hmm, yeah sure. It'll do." with a little wink at the end, to show him I was joking. 

"It'll do? Oh, I'll show you something you'll never forget." I hop off his lap and he takes my hand and hurries out the door. 

While we are running away from my trusty saviors, I have to calm down my heartbeat. I don't have a weapon on me, I choose not to because some guys are handsy during the makeout process. You tell me, while you are kissing someone, how would you react if you felt a knife hidden underneath his or her's clothes. Yeah, so here I am with a vampire, outside with no weapon. With my faith into other hunters whom I've butted heads with more than once. This is great. Thanks, Dad.

A few more steps into a dark alleyway, of course, Clayton turned around and pushed me up against the wall. And started whispering, "So Paris, tell me something. Was I supposed to figure out you're a hunter?" 

With that, the last thing I saw was a fist going straight to my face. Shit.