You put on a tight black t-shirt with a deep v-neck, denim shorts that were too... Short and black heels. You dressed skimply just for the sake of attraction. You and the Winchesters were hunting down a few vampires who were taking victims from clubs.

You put on some eyeliner and eyeshadow, making your eyes smoky. You wore the darkest and most luring red lipstick you had. You put on a choker as well because... Well, you like chokers. You left your hair open, straightening it out. You could say yourself that you looked pretty sexy.

You walked out of your bedroom and towards the Bunker's library, excited to show the boys what you looked like.

"So, what do you think?" You asked as you twirled around. All Dean said was 'wow'. He scanned you from bottom to top, a smirk plastered on his face. You walked over to Dean, holding his shoulders seductively.

"Do I look good enough?" You grinned as you traced the stitching in Dean's shirt. "Oh I'd take you home any day. I'm free tonight, so..." Dean replied and ran a hand through his hair.

You chuckled, "Yeah okay big boy, maybe later." You patted his shoulder and he frowned.

You looked over to Sam, whose head was stuck into a bed. "Sammy, how do I look?" You asked and he looked up, trying extremely hard to not stare.

"Yeah you look... Good, great," He said and you raised your eyebrow. He cleared his throat, acting as if you weren't standing there. You walked towards him and sat on the table, crossing your legs.

"How do I look?" You repeated, grinning. "I said that you look good," He answered, a bit nervous.

"Only good?" You questioned, with a smirk, as you held his hand. "You look... Fine... Uh, what are you doing?"

You leaned closer towards his face, kissing him on the cheek. He turned red, and cleared his throat.

You giggled a bit, "Oops. Uh Sam, you've got a bit of..." You wet your thumb a bit and rubbed the lipstick stains off Sam's cheek. He stayed still, jaw clenched and muscles tensed.

You smirked. You knew how much Sam was into to you, your source being his brother Dean Winchester. You liked him a lot but you guys never talked about it.

You jumped off the table, Sam eyeing your body. "Well, we should get going guys. It's way past 7pm," You told and Dean nodded.

You strutted towards the Bunker's door, the boys on your tail. "Dude she's something," Dean said to his brother, whistling softly.

Sam hit his arm, glaring at him, "Dean don't." His brother raised his eyebrows, "What? I'm just saying. Don't you want to... Sleep with her?" Sam ignored him, walking off as Dean continued to blab.

*****

You sat at the bar, music blaring out of the speakers. It was so loud that it vibrated within your chest. You turned back, finding Sam and Dean in the distance. You nodded to them and they nodded back.

"Hi."

You looked at your right to find a handsome, young guy in a black leather jacket looking down at you as if you were a bowl of ice-cream.

"Hey," You said smoothly. You scanned him, licking your lips and acting as if you were attracted to him. Honestly, he wasn't your type but... You had to do it for the case.

"Is anyone sitting here?" He asked and you shook your head. "It's all free, waiting for someone like you to show up," You said and smirked.

He chuckled, "So... What is a fine gal like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

"Being bored sucks, especially when you don't have any... Entertainment," You said seductively, your knee touching his.

He leaned closer to you, "I can arrange for some entertainment. Would you want that?" You raised and eyebrow and grinned, "I'd love to see what you can come up with."

He held your hand, kissing its top then pulling you out of your seat. You glanced at the Winchesters, who held onto their guns discreetly.

The guy pulled you towards a dark alley, a little away from the club. "I'm Nathan by the way," He said as he stepped closer to you. He placed an arm on the wall and the other wrapped around your waist.

"[y/n]," You said and you pulled him for a kiss, making it as passionate as possible.

"I can make it all much more interesting. All you have to do is drink this," Nathan said once he pulled away. You looked at the tube filled with a thick, red substance, obviously vampire blood.

You acted curious and unaware. "What is that?" You asked and he opened it. "A wonder. Something that will change your life," He said and you opened your mouth slowly. He slowly tipped the tube, the liquid just about to pour out.

You knocked the tube out of his hand swiftly. You punched him in the gut, then kicked him in the face. He stumbled, shocked by the sudden attack. You kicked his stable foot, making him fall over.

"Alright boys, you can come out now!" You called out and the Winchesters appeared with guns pointing at Nathan.

You placed your foot on his chest and pressed it hard. "You know... For a vampire, you're not that bright," You said and he glared at you.

"You set me up," He coughed up some blood. "Of course honey," You said and raised your eyebrows, "You're so not my type."

*****

You walked out with a machete dripping with blood. You washed your hands using water that filled up a small bucket. Sam and Dean did the same.

"I can proudly say that it was a successful hunt," You smiled widely and Dean gave you a thumbs up, "Thanks to you [y/n]. I had never got to see you all..."

"Sexy?" You continued for Dean and he looked at you with no words. "Yeah, I'm definitely not this type of person," You put on a serious face, "Never again. He wasn't even good at kissing." You shivered a bit.

Dean laughed a bit and you smiled. Sam remained quiet, which slightly bothered you.

The three of you walked back to the Impala, feeling happy and relieved that the hunt went well.

*****

You got out of the Impala, feeling completely exhausted. You just wanted to collapse onto your bed and sleep for two days straight.

"Hey [y/n]..." Sam said beside you as you both climbed down the Bunker's stairs, "When you said that he wasn't your type, what did you mean?"

You looked at him with confusion and he ran a hand through his hair. "W-What is your type?" He asked hesitantly.

You couldn't take it anymore. You gripped his shirt tightly pulled towards you. You placed your lips on his, wrapping your hands around his neck. His automatically wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Honestly, you're my type," You said after pulling away, "And you're definitely a good kisser." Sam gave you a small smile.

"A-Are you saying that you... Like me?" Sam stammered and you nodded. You played with a few strands of hair that were on his face. "Yes I'm saying that exact thing," You said and he kissed you again.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," He said and you slapped his arm a bit.

"Idiot! You should have manned up and said so! I've been crazy about you since we had met," You shook your head in shock and Sam grinned.

You held his hand and pulled him towards your bedroom. Dean winked at him on the way, whispering, "Look at that. Sammy's all grown up."