Forbidden romance

Dean

I sigh throwing my papers down heading to the assistants office and grabbing myself some more coffee. Today I was meeting my assistant at 8 but right now it was only 7. I was heading for my office when someone bumped into me.

I winced at the hot coffee hitting my skin.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry, Mr. Winchester!" She squealed.

I was about to snap at the person when I looked up to see the girl from the elevator and she was looking at me the same way I was probably looking at her.

"You." We said at the same time.

"You're (Y/N)?"

"You're Dean Winchester?"

We sat there, too shocked to say another word.

"Can you take off your shirt?" She broke the silence.

I rose an eyebrow and smirked.

"I just want to make sure that your chest isn't burned."

"I'm fine mom." I mocked giving her a smile.

She took a step towards me and quickly unbuttoned my shirt leaving me in my white tank-top.

She unbuttoned hers handing it to me and walking back to her desk and yanking on her jacket, but I got a glimpse of her tattoo

"Who's (Y/D/N)?"

"That's my daughter." She smiled. "And I promise that's your size. I prefer men sized buttoned down shirts."

I nod pulling on the shirt.

She was right. It was the perfect fit.

"I'll take you're shirt to the dry cleaners."

She said shoving it into her bag.

"So." She dragged the word slightly jumping on her tippy toes playing with her fingers. Those fingers that were in my hair just yesterday in the elevator.

"So." I did the same.

"The whole thing in the elevator won't mess with our work, right?" She asked looking up at me.

I looked into her (Y/E/C). They looked so familiar to me.

I just nod and she did the same. "And I am really sorry for it." She smiled walking away from me.

"You know it was me who made the first move right?" I laughed.

She turned around to face me with a smile

"Actually, it was the elevator." She turned back to her office and sat down in her chair.

I smile doing the same.

What is this girl doing to me?