Buried Alive (Supernatural fanfic Dean x OC)

Sami let out a slow breath, her back pressing against the motel bathroom door as it clicked shut behind her. Dean looked up, caught mid-shave, a disposable razor still in one hand. His perfect green eyes narrowed in confusion.

"What are you doing, Sami?" he asked, brow lifting. "This is the bathroom. It's kind of a one-toilet situation."

Sami didn't answer right away. She just bit her bottom lip, heart racing as she stared at him-his broad shoulders, that worn Henley hugging his chest, the way his jaw clenched slightly when he was nervous. Dean. Winchester. Right here.

Dean's breath hitched as she stepped into his space. He instinctively took half a step back, bumping against the counter. Her fingers found the loops of his jeans, holding onto him like an anchor.

"Sam..." His voice was lower now, warning and wary, but his eyes flicked to her mouth and stayed there.

She reached up slowly, brushing her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, tugging him gently down. That look in his eyes-surprised, guarded, but very clearly affected-lit a fire in her chest.

"I thought you wanted me," she whispered. "You did the thing with your eyes. And that smirk... totally thinking about me in not-so-innocent ways, Winchester."

Dean opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"So," she continued, voice barely above a breath as she leaned in, her lips a heartbeat away from his, "what do you say about helping me with this... taking-my-virginity thing?"

Dean swallowed hard. His hands had found her hips at some point-maybe to steady her, maybe to stop himself from pulling her even closer. His voice was quiet, but rough around the edges.

"Sami... you don't joke about that. Not with me."

Her fingertips traced the edge of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble there, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not joking," she said, breath warm against his lips. "I'm on fire for you."