You look both ways down the hallway, making sure none of the boys were there. You felt kind of bad for trying to hide your one night stand from them, but you couldn't deal with the interrogation that would follow soon after.

Without being too obvious, you grab the guy's hand (his name is like, Blake, or something) and begin to lead him down the hallway.

"I had a really great time last night." Blake (???) says, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Mhm." You kind of disregard his statement, trying your best to be quiet.

Either he hasn't gotten laid in a long time, or you were better than you thought, because you thought the sex last night was "eh" at best. He wasn't too wild or passionate or sexy. He was cute, though. Blond hair, blue eyes, creamy skin, cheek dimples (and adorable little dimples in his lower back that you found out about last night). He was cute, but not crazy-wild-sex cute.

You two had successfully made it past the bedrooms and the kitchen, and none of the boys were in there. That means they were in the study or out on a hunt. You prayed to Cas for the latter.

The spiral staircase leading up to the front door comes into your sight. You breathe a sigh of relief. You may actually pull this off.

You drag Blake to the stairs. Your foot had just touched the first step when you hear, "(Y/N)?"

Fuck.

Now caught, you turn to your right and see both Sam and Dean sitting at the table, staring intensely at you and Blake.

Thanks for nothing, Cas.

"Oh, I didn't know you had roommates." Blake says light-heartedly, obviously not knowing how much shit you were in.

"Unfortunately," you mutter. You turn to look at Blake, not knowing how to politely tell him to get the fuck out of there before he gets bombarded by Sam and Dean. "Uhm, thanks for last night. I'll call you."

"Do you have my number?" Blake's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Yep!" you say quickly, gently pushing him up the stairs.

You didn't have his number.

"Talk to you soon!" you call after him as he walks up the steps. He smiles at you cheerfully then finally walks out the door. You breathe a half-sigh of relief, thankful that he was gone but also realizing how much trouble you were in.

"So, (Y/N), who was that?" Sam says teasingly, hiding his smirk while taking a sip from his mug.

"A guy." you answer quickly, starting to walk towards the hallway.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Dean springs up from his chair and catches you before you could get away. He walks you back to the table, saying, "You're not going anywhere until you tell us who that guy is."

You sit down in one of the chairs, feeling the intensity behind Sam and Dean's stares. You sigh, putting your head down, and mumble, "A guy I met at the bar."

"So, a one night stand?" Sam asks.

"Yeahhhh..." you answer.

"(Y/N), we've told you before that you need to be careful." Dean says, his voice stiff with agitation.

"I am careful!" you defend back. "I don't just go pick up any random guy and have sex with him. I make sure they're clean, not psychos, respectable, all that crap. Plus, you guys hook up with random girls all the time, so I don't know why it's such a big deal when I do it."

"We just want you to be safe." Sam says calmly.

"Yeah, I get that." You roll your eyes. Sam went back to reading the lore, seemingly content and done with the conversation. You look over at Dean and see that he was still staring you down. He looked absolutely pissed. You sill didn't understand how he could be so upset by this. As if he's some saint that does even half of the background check on random girls that you do on random guys. What a fucking hypocrite.

Now angry as well, you get out of your chair and make a direct beeline to your room. You shut the door behind you and sit on your bed, running a hand through your hair. Just as you were about to lay down, there was a knock on the door.

"God fucking damnit," you mutter, standing up and opening your door. Dean is standing there, still looking pissed as hell. "Dude, I heard you and Sam loud and clear. I get-"

"Do you know how much danger you could've been in?" Dean cuts you off as if you weren't even talking. He steps forward, causing you to back up. He enters your room and shuts the door behind him. "I mean, can you even comprehend what that guy could've done to you?"

"He could've done a lot, but he wasn't very good at all." you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

Dean ignores your comment and keeps going, "Seriously, do you ever stop and think about you're doing?"

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Here we go...

"You just skip along and do whatever the hell you please. You disregard my advice and don't listen when I'm trying to help you. And to top it all off, you bring other guys in to our home and you don't even consider that other people live here, too. It's all about you, isn't it?"

"First of all, I can do whatever the hell I want. Second, I don't have to listen to you or Sam. Third, you do not have the right to come barging into my room and scolding me on a decision that's completely up to me and that's already happened and over with. Why don't you just admit that you're jealous that I have guys craving my attention? How many girls have you brought home lately, Dean? None! None at all!"

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I'm far from jealous." His eyes grow darker and his stare becomes more intense. You notice that the two of you are almost face to face, and the tension between you and him is intensifying with every word that's spoken.

"You sure? You seem pretty jealous to me." you challenge, raising your eyebrow at him.

"Well, for one thing, I don't crave your attention. I command it." he says cockily.

You scoff. "Yeah, right! You must have a much bigger ego than I thought!"

Dean grabs your hips and pulls you to him, kissing you roughly. You're so stunned (yet admittedly turned on because of the unfulfilling experience last night) that you kiss back instantly. The sexual tension between you two only grows, causing the air around you to heat up. His lips move with yours, his hands moving to your lower back. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling yourself melt into the heated kiss.

He pulls away abruptly, still keeping his hands on you. "See?"

Realization hits you. He was just proving that he had power over you, he didn't really mean that kiss.

You shove him away, embarrassed and angry at yourself for giving in.

"Seemed like a pretty needy kiss for someone whose attention isn't focused on me." Dean raises his eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up in a pleased smile. He was obviously happy that you gave in so willingly.

"You arrogant son of a bitch." you sneer. As you turn to walk out of the room, Dean grabs you by the arm and pulls you against him again. This time, you try to fight him off, but he's unfortunately stronger than you. One of his hands grips your wrist, and the other rests on your lower back. Your skin feels warm and tingly under his touch. His green eyes stare down into yours, that cocky smile still across his lips.

"I bet he didn't do it right." Dean smirks.

"Do what right?"

"Treat you right. The way you want to be treated."

You scoff again. "And how do I want to be treated, Dean?"

"Roughly." he almost growls. Your womanhood begins to tingle at his words, and you involuntarily gulp in surprise. He hums in delight. "Knew it." He pushes you down on your bed, pleased at your shocked (but still turned on) expression. He takes off his flannel shirt and tosses it on the floor, climbing on the bed and hovering over you while never breaking eye contact.

"You like to be dominated, don't you, (Y/N)?" When you don't answer he continues. "You want me to be in charge. You want me to take control," He lowers his head and brushes his lips against your neck. "Isn't that right?"

Your chest heaves up and down with the quick, deep breaths you're taking. He was right. You wanted a man who knew what he wanted and would take control.

He takes your heavy breaths and loss for words as a yes, and begins to place soft kisses on your neck. His breath fans over your neck whenever he moves to a different spot, causing you to squirm underneath him.

A deep laugh vibrated his chest. He locked eyes with you, a smile on his face as he said, "Let me give you what you want."

(Guys I'm terrible at writing smut so I apologize for not finishing but leave a comment if you want a part two!)