Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x BAMF!Hunter!Reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned).
Word count: 5340 (yeah).
Summary: The boys need help to wrap up a case and randomly call Y/N. The thing is she and Dean already know eachother.
Warnings: Smut, (please practice safe sex at home kids!), cuss words, violence, killing (typical SPN stuff), drinking and driving and probably some other stuff that I cannot remember now, oh yeah, the character might be a bit outta character, it’s crack just go with it.
- My prompt: Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean I can’t rock climb.
So, I’ve been dealing with this fic for the past month or so and I still feel is not good, It’s been a while since I written something this long and cracky, so I would like to apologize before hand for what you’re about to read! I wanna thank Harley @docharleythegeekqueen for the reading over and amazing words of encouragement!! Unbetad so I bet there’s lots of mistakes.
I forgot to add, the readr is a really short girl, like 5′ (5′1″ maybe)
someone I could make fun of, like my sister @nadiandreu7 jajajaj
Dean’s been eyeing her since the moment she walked through those doors. Five inch heels, reverberated inside his ears with every step she took up till she sat down at the bar. Legs crossed, feet not touching the ground, dismissing every pathetic attempt of approach by every guy that dared get close to her.
Finally he stands, normally he’d let that type of woman just walk by him but that night he was up for a challenge. He hadn’t decided what line to use or what to say, he just leaned on the bar by her side. “I saw you decline every guy that came up to you…”
He could see her annoyance in her feature even before she could see him. And the moment her eyes met his, something in her face changed, she licked her lips and cocked an eyebrow at him, expectantly.
So, what are you looking for?” His other arm went around the back of her barstool.
She shrugged; her beautiful smokey eyes went down to his feet and slowly moved up, lingering on strategic places before stopping on his lips.
“The name’s Dean.” Courtesies first he extended his hand to her.
“Y/N.” She shook it. Little hand looked even tinier in his and the wheels on his mind started turning. He bet she could make everything look bigger!
Less than an hour and a few drinks later she’s leaning against Dean’s side, knees touching, and he got closer to her than anyone in that bar could have ever dreamed of as he whispered into her ear. “Wanna get out of here?” He breathed out the words, purposely; the smell of her was intoxicating, something fruity mixed with something very similar to gunpowder. He grinned when she shivered and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin on her neck.
“I thought you’d never ask.” It was her turn to whisper into his ear. “I have a room nearby.” When he growled in response she jumped off the barstool, leading the way outside.
Once the cold breeze hit them, Dean couldn’t help but pick her up from under her arms and placed her against the wall at his height.
“Hey!” Was all she said before he placed a soft kiss on her lips, testing the waters before she opened her mouth and allowed him to become a little rougher.
Five minute drive to her motel room, located right across the road from the one he and Sam were staying in. She pulled his face down from the collar of his leather jacket in the parking lot, surprising him, clashing her red lips to his and walking him backwards until his back hit the hard door. She manhandled him, pushed him aside to open the door but tugging him by the wrist to stay exactly where she wanted with a firm “Stay!” command and Dean loved it!