"So, we have another case..." You stared up at Dean from where you were sipping on your black coffee at the kitchen table, "And? You planning on sneaking out again when I fall asleep?"

Dean immediately shook his head, taking a seat next to you, "Nope, learnt my lesson, thanks!" You smirked to yourself, bringing your mug back to your lips, "What's the problem then?"

"It's a werewolf, babe, and I've studied his vics till now. They were all girls...and they kinda look like you, (Y/n)!" He flashed you a pleading look, which you knew meant he wanted you to stay back, again.

"We could use that to our advantage and use me as bait" You sent him a wink over your mug, and he groaned, "C'mon, babe, I promise this will be the last time I ask to stay home...please..."

Dean spent the whole day begging you to stay back at the bunker, but you were having none of it; you were a hunter just like him and his brother, and you were keen on doing your job right. You'd always known how dangerous the job could be and you'd made your peace with it.

During the whole drive to the motel you were going to stay at, Dean didn't talk to you, he barely even glanced your way; he was basically treating you like you'd treated him, 'eye for an eye' you guessed.

However, you didn't let his behaviour deter you. When you'd gone undercover with him and Sam as FBI agents, you'd managed to find out that there was a traditional carnival in town, and that the attacks always occurred there.

"It's definitely going to be freaking easy to spot a damn werewolf at a carnival were everyone is dressed up!" Sam agreed with his elder brother's statement, as he was already thinking of a way to make the beast come to you.

You had a plan of your own, one you knew Dean wouldn't be okay with, so you decided to only inform Sam about it, hoping to be able to make Dean forgive you after the wolf was taken care of and the hunt was over.

You slipped into the costume you'd asked Sam to get you, and you hadn't failed in noticing the blush on the younger Winchester's cheeks as he handed it to you and you winked at him before disappearing in the bathroom.

Fixing your make up, you made sure your hair was styled properly, and then made your way out of the bathroom. Sam immediately averted his gaze, already knowing what you'd be wearing, while Dean was stunned.

"(Y/n)? What-You're...fuck! Don't look at her, Sammy!" You smirked and slowly turned around to show your boyfriend the Red riding hood costume you were wearing.

The clothes barely covered your body, leaving your legs practically completely bare and you were sure that you wouldn't be able to bend since the skirt would end up showing off your butt to everyone.

Your boobs were pushed up and highlighted by the white shirt. The whole thing coupled with your pigtails and the red lipstick you'd chosen to put on; had Dean drooling all over the place.

"So? What do you think?" You stopped and looked at him, noticing how his eyes had glazed over with lust and his tongue was hungrily licking across his bottom lip; his eyes still trailing up and down your figure.

"I think that's something you should be allowed to wear only in our bedroom, baby, when no one else is around! Hope you weren't planning on heading to the carnival dressed like that...cause that ain't happening!"

You kinked your eyebrow at him in a silent challenge, "Really? And who's gonna stop me?" A wicked glint flashed in his eyes, but it was so fast you weren't even sure you'd actually seen it, "I know why you're dressed up like that...forget it!"

"I will be bait whether you like it or not, Dean! So you can either support me and have my back, or you can sit back and watch as I take down the werewolf. Cause trust me, I am taking it down one way or the other!"

Dean held your gaze for what felt like forever, none of you ready to back down, until he realized that this time there was nothing he could do to change your mind, and he let you have your way.

Walking down the crowded streets, you tried to ignore the glances that were directed to you and actually focus on finding the werewolf. Dean and Sam were walking a little behind you each on either side of you, making sure you were safe.

You could feel Dean's eyes in particular, following your every move, until your attention was drawn by a man on the other side of the street. His eyes held a ferocious glimmer, and as the moonlight hit him you could've sworn for a second that they were a brilliant blue.

You knew, and mostly hoped, that Sam and Dean had picked up on your sudden change in mood and stance, so you confidently made your way towards a dark alley; your eyes set on the man, who didn't waste a second in following you; slowly licking his lips.

Keeping your breathing even, you slipped your hand into the basket you were carrying, immediately finding your silver dagger and clutching it with everything you had in you, ready to fight as soon as the time was right.

You could hear his heavy breathing and hurried steps, bringing him closer to you by the second, making your heartbeat increase as more adrenaline pumped through your veins.

Your feet slowed down when you saw that the alley had no exit and you slowly turned around to face the werewolf; your eyes locked on his as he approached you, "You smell real good, you know that?"

His broad form blocked your visual completely, which meant you couldn't see where Dean and Sam were or even if they were there at all. Steadying yourself, you tried to look as defenceless as you could, hoping to be able to catch him by surprise.

He smiled at you, his white teeth sending a shiver down your spine since you knew how easily they could tear you to shreds, before you flashed a quick glance to his hands, noticing the threatening claws he was with no doubt ready to use to rip your heart out of your chest.

Another step back and you felt the cold, hard wall behind you, signaling that you had no where else to go, you had to take him down or he'd end up eating you for dinner.

You drew in a shuddering breath, watching intently as he moved closer to you, until he was standing right in front of you; the few inches between your bodies allowing you to be able to fight him back in case he attacked.

"You should know better than to walk out dressed like that. Didn't your mama tell you there are big, bad wolves out here?" You smirked, leaning closer to him and taking your dagger with you as you knew he was too focused on your face to notice it.

"She did. Point is, I'm not afraid of them" Your answer gained you a growl from him and before you knew it, he was pushing you against the wall; his clawed hand in the middle of your chest pressing down on it and constricting your breathing.

You stomped your foot on his, making sure to use the heel of your red boot and watched him as he groaned in pain, momentarily losing his focus on you and giving you the chance to make your move.

Gripping your dagger as tight as you could, you plunged it in his chest twice and he collapsed on the street in front of you; more pained groans leaving his blood stained lips.

You were vaguely aware of Dean's voice calling your name and the sound of boots rapidly approaching you, but the only thing you could focus on, was the adrenaline pumping in your veins and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Crunching in front of the werewolf, you gathered all your strength and stabbed him one last time in the heart, watching as he changed back to his human form. Your breathing was ragged and your hands were slightly trembling as the adrenaline started to leave your body.

Dean reached you, a panicked look on his face as he checked you for any injuries; his eyes falling on your chest where your white shirt was ripped, "You think you can take care of the body by yourself, Sammy?"

The younger Winchester nodded his head, staring at your bloodied state, "Sure, just take her back and make sure she's fine" Without adding another word, Dean shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

The drive to the motel was silent, Dean didn't utter a single word to you and you were still a little shaken up to realize that he was mad at you for taking on the werewolf by yourself.

After bandaging your injuries, which consisted in some minimal scratches that you were sure were going to heal in a few days, Dean sat down on the couch with a beer, while you took a quick shower, mindful of your bandages, and then went to bed.

You soon understood that Dean was mad at you when after three days he still didn't talk to you. You also knew that he was using your silence treatment method against you, and you had to admit that it was pretty annoying to be on the receiving end.

On the forth day, you couldn't take it anymore, you didn't like the idea of him being mad at you, especially when you knew that he had every right to be since you'd put yourself at risk; so you sent Sammy out and pulled on an outfit you knew Dean'd love.

Your high heels clicked on the floor with each purposeful step you took towards Dean's room, and you were fairly sure that he knew what you were up to when you pushed his door open.

He was sitting at his desk, going through, yet, another lore book; he'd never done so much research when there were no hunts involved in his entire life, but he needed something to help him keep his mind off of you.

You walked up to him, and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently working the knots that had formed there, but he still didn't budge. You leant down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, "I'm sorry, Dean"

You felt him relaxing a little after your words, but he kept his mouth shut, "I baked you a pie..." Dean smiled at that, and you knew you had him, "Not hungry"

"Uhm...okay! Is there something, anything, else I could do for you?" You trailed your hand down his chest and let it rest on his bulge, "You're hurt, (Y/n), stop doing that" You chuckled and pressed a kiss on his neck.

"Actually I might've asked Cas for a little help..." You peppered more kisses along his neck, noticing how his muscles tensed as he tried to restrain himself, "...and I have a surprise for you, turn around"

Dean did as you asked of him, and you took a step back to give him enough room to turn, "Well, that's...you look-fuck!" His eyes trailed up your body; his mouth going dry by the time he'd locked them on your (e/c) ones.

You smirked at him and turned on yourself, showing him the new lingerie set you'd picked up for him, "(Y/n)? Tell me Cas didn't see you like this" His green eyes darkened at the thought and you bit on your lower lip.

"What if he had?" Dean stood up at that, an eyebrow raised as he stared down at you, "Are you trying to ask for forgiveness, or trying to get me even angrier?"

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, "I'm just kidding, you're the only one who gets to see me like this, cause I'm your babe, right?"

He nodded, finally bringing his hands on your waist, "Damn straight you are! Now, let me see how hot my babe looks in this new set, baby girl" You bit on your bottom lip, trying to contain your excitement as he took his time admiring you.

"You like it?" You let your finger trace his chest, reaching the neckline of his gray form-fitting t-shirt and slightly pulling it down; your heels making it easier for you to place a kiss on his anti-possession tattoo without having to lean up too much.

"Mmmhm, if it wasn't for Sammy, I'd have you wandering around like this all day...everyday" His finger looped in the waistband of your lace underwear, and he played with it for a second before he let it snap back in place.

One of his hands found the small of your back and Dean pulled you flush against his still clothed body, while the other one tangled in your tresses and he tugged on them, tilting your head back until he found his desired position.

His eyes locked on your (e/c) ones, the primal look you only saw a few times evident as he stared down at you; his tongue slowly licking his lush lips and you had to stifle a groan you felt threatening to spill.

Dean however noticed, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as you swallowed the dryness in your mouth and then proceeded to clench your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction.

Ever so slowly he ducked his head down, the hand in your hair keeping you still and preventing you from leaning up and finally pressing your lips to his. You stood waiting for him to take mercy on your aroused state and give you what you wanted.

The barest brush of his lips on yours had you releasing a soft sigh, and then he was pulling back; an amused expression on his face. You wanted to scold him for leaving you hanging, but you knew that would defeat the purpose of asking for forgiveness.

He seemed rather pleased with your lack of complaints, and he loosened the hold on your locks, smiling down at you. The hand that was on your back found your ass and he gave it a squeeze, before he was moving away from you.

"Wait, where are you going?" Your hand went to his bicep and you lightly tugged on the fabric of his flannel to keep him close to you, "Gonna go eat that pie you baked, sweetheart"

Confusion must have been evident on your face as you stared up at him and watched him as he started towards the door, "Uh...okay, I could use something cold to drink" You went to follow him, but he turned around and pinned you in place with his gaze.

"You stay here, I'll bring you something with me" You opened your mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow and effectively shut you up; a smile spreading on his face, "Now, be a good girl and wait for me on our bed"

A nod of your head had him grinning like a fool, and he waited until you climbed on the bed, before he went to get his pie. You sat in silence waiting for him to come back, and you were hoping he wouldn't let you wait for too long.

Ten long, interminable minutes later, Dean was pushing the door open with his hip; a huge piece of pie sitting on a plate in one hand, and a glass full of, what you guessed was, ice tea in the other one.

He handed you your drink, and you smiled at him in thanks, your eyes glued to him as he grabbed the chair and dragged it until it was at the foot of the bed, facing it.

You furrowed your brows together, since you were expecting him to sit down next to you, "Why are you sitting there? There's plenty of room next to me, Dean..." You patted the empty space near you, trying to look seductive enough to convince him.

"I can see that, baby girl, but I don't think you're sorry enough yet" He maliciously smirked at you, cutting through his dessert with the fork and slowly bringing it to his pink, full lips.

You licked your own, sucking the lower one into your mouth, and groaned in frustration as you realized that he was going to take his sweet time and tease you until you begged him to take mercy on you.