Requested by LyRogers. Thanks and I hope that this is what you wanted...

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"Are you sure you want to compete with me?" I asked him with a smirk plastered across my lips. He leaned over the table, looking up to me with his eyebrow raised.

"Do you really think you could beat me? At darts?!" He questioned and I moved closer to him. "Yes," I squinted at him then crossed my arms, "You don't think i could beat you?"

Dean stood up straight and hovered over you, "I'd like to see you try." I clenched my jaw and went over to the wall ahead, picking up the darts in the cup nailed to the wall. I went back to the floor mark then gave Dean half of the darts.

I threw the first one... Then the second... Then the third, all missing the centre by a centimetre or two. I groaned at how close I was to getting a bullseye. All Dean did was stare at me with a grin.

He threw his darts, one of them missing the scoreboard completely and I laughed so hard. He huffed and sweated under his breath then took his stance again, growing more serious than before.

He finished his turn with not much of a win, he'd have to do everything to regain his reputation. Right now, I was about to flush it down the toilet.

I walked over to get the darts then gave him his and held mine firmly in my hand. I let him go first this time, he happily took the offer though I know it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Dean's great at acting tough and experienced, that's what makes him a dork and I love him for that. In some things he's super experienced but darts... not that much.

At least compared to me.

"Ooh, close Dean! Very close... but I think I can clearly reach the centre this time," I commented and moved over to the spot and stood in position.

I leaned forward a bit, Dean standing right behind me. I bit my lip, I could feel how close he was and it was distracting me.

I stepped back a bit, much to Dean's surprise. I stood up straight, facing the dartboard but all my attention on Dean, watching him from the corner of my eye.

I spilled my arm back and threw-

"SHIT!" I exclaim, watching the darts fly to the other side of the board and miss the centre by miles.

I look back and grunt at Dean. He had grabbed my waist at the wrong time, and he knew well enough about that.

"What? It's not my fault you were bent over lile that looking all..." His eyes scanned mt body and I rolled my eyes.

He pulled me closer and kissed my neck softly, making me shut my eyes. I tried to get out of his strong grip but couldn't. "Let go Dean!" I yelled but he chuckled, hugging me tighter till there was no space between us.

"You move more and I'll be forced to go back to the Bunker and spend some quality time getting to know you better," He whispered in my ear and I laughed, to my surprise.

"JO LIKES DE-"

"Shut your cakehole JASON!" Jo Harvelle whispered furiously and Dean and I looked to her.

I glanced at Dean with an eyebrow raised. He kissed my cheek then let me go, scratching his head and feeling a bit shy about the whole PDA action that her caused.

"Jo and Dean-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Sitting in a tree-"

"JASON MCFLY GET OUT OF-"

"K I S S I N G!"

CRASH!

I flinched and grabbed onto Dean's arm out of fright. I saw the spray of glass and beer when a bottle shattered onto the ground.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked Dean quietly. He shrugged his shoulders then whispered a 'stay here'.

I watched him walk over to Jo, who pushed him off with anger and frustration. Everyone else at the bar started to go back to what they were doing.

Dean followed the guy called Jason out of the Roundhouse and I sighed. I gathered all my courage and walked towards Jo, who started cleaning the beer mess.

"Hey Jo, you alright-"

"I'm fine [y/n]," She replied flatly and I crossed my arms. "Do you need any help with that?" I asked but she looked at me with a clenched jaw.

"Jo, I'm just trying to be nice and help ok-"

"Why are the people around me the ones that get everything?!" She said loudly, "All I get is being stuck in this wooden nightmare serving drinks to people who don't give a shit about other people's feelings."

I continued to look at her, feeling pity for her. I was on the same place like her a while ago but then Dean told me he loves-

Oh.

"Everything turns out good in the end, trust me," I told her and she looked at me, unamused, "Hey that's coming from the person who was a demon's pet for an extended time."

TING!

I looked back and find that Dean was walking towards me. "Hey Jo, how are you doing?" He said with a soft smile.

"Fine thanks Dean."

"Took care of that douche bag, he won't be coming back here now," Dean informed and I smiled slightly, feeling proud of his consideration.

"You really didn't have to-"

"I am the 'no-douche' police Jo, I see one and tell them who's in charge," Dean winked at her, making her smile widely.

He looked to me and raised his eyebrows, "I think we should head back. Thanks for the drinks."

Jo watched him with a look... I know that expression too well. She was in complete awe. I smile discreetly, falling in love with Dean a little bit more.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" He questions with a grin and pulls me closer to his side.

"Nothing, you just made someone else's day and that made my day in return," I told and kissed his cheek.