"What can I get you?" The bartender, Jonathan, asked. "The usual Jon, thanks!" You replied and smiled.

You had just come back from killing a family of werewolves all on your own. They didn't call you 'One of the best living Hunters' for no reason.

"There you go," Jon gave you your drink, a refreshing but strong cocktail, especially made for you. You nodded and took the drink happily. It was a custom for you to have it after every successful hunt, and that happened ninety-five percent of the time.

"Dean, look! That's [y/n], the best Huntress alive right now!" You heard a man whisper to another. You turned around to find a rather tall guy with a little shorter than shoulder length hair, standing next to a slightly shorter guy with blonde hair.

Hunters? Probably... They look like the Winchesters. They fit the profile alright, You smirked at the thought.

"What can I get you, sir?" Jonathan asked the man who came and sat next to you. From what you had heard other Hunters talk about, one of the Winchester brothers, Dean, was a player.

You glanced at the man sitting next to you. You were pretty sure that Dean Winchester was about to play his best card on you.

"Great evening to be sitting at a bar, huh?" Dean said, taking a shot. You grinned, "Yes... Indeed." You were awaiting what he'd try to do to win you over.

"I'm Dean, Dean Winchester," He introduced. "Yes," Was all you said, leaving him confused. You changed your sitting position, trying to make yourself more... Appealing. You didn't intend to leave this guy alone, without you having your share of the fun.

"You didn't have to leave Sam all alone. He could have joined in on the fun as well," You said and held the glass between your fingers. You turned to Dean, you knee was touching his.

He scratched his head, "Uh, you know us?" You smirked, "Every Hunter knows you. You've greatly affected the world, positively and negatively." You winked and leaned over, closer to his ear, "I loved the time when you were a demon." You licked your lips to tease him.

Dean definitely wanted you. But he'd need to try hard before you'd even consider.

"You like demons huh?" He questioned, Taking another shot. You raised an eyebrow, a smile curled on your lips. "I can arrange that, if you want," Dean said, not taking his eyes off of you.

"Oh really? And how are you going to do that?" You asked. You were enjoying this too much. "Come with me, I've got a place. I'll show you all my demons," He answered and ran a hand through his hair.

You rolled your eyes with a grin plastered on your face. You contemplated on whether he won the conversation or not. You couldn't let go of the fact that he's pretty sexy. Dean Winchester, in the flesh, and you get a chance to go home with him and possibly have the best night ever...

"Alright Mr. Winchester, I'd love to see how you arrange for such things," You said and chuckled. You leaned over and kissed his cheek. You could feel him shiver.

You held his hand and pulled him out of his seat. You guided him towards the bar's exit.

On the way, Dean gave his brother a thumbs up with a smug smile. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. The brother would be left alone for the night.

You walked towards Dean's car. Once you reached, you grabbed Dean's jacket and pulled him towards you. You kissed him like you've never kissed anyone before, moaning lowly.

"I've heard stories about you but... I never thought I'd get to actually meet you," You said once you pulled away, tracing the stitches on his jacket.

"Were they good stories?" Dean asked, a little concerned. "Oh yes..." You replied, "Maybe you could add another one to the collection tonight?"