You stared at the closed door for what felt like hours, before you forced your legs off your bed and started pacing around the room, trying to process everything that was happening between you and Dean.

Your mind kept playing his words in repeat over and over again, but the more you thought about them, the less sense they made to you. You were sure he wasn't actually expecting you to write something like that for him.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you considered his offer, thinking back at the way he was looking at you and wishing he'd acted on what he was telling you instead of leaving you hanging like that.

It wasn't fair, he couldn't just walk up to you, tell you that he wanted you in that sexy, deep, gruff voice of his and then just leave as if it was nothing. Your core was throbbing with need and it was all his fault.

You walked back to your bed, slumping on it face first and groaned as you tried to think of a way out. You knew he'd understand if you refused his request, but there was a little part of you that wanted him to feel what you'd felt as you read about him.

Still, you went over the encounters you'd had and the more you analysed them, the more convinced you were that Dean would definitely make fun of you if he knew how they'd gone.

You always seemed to be able to choose the worst men when it came to one night stands. Being a hunter meant you couldn't just settle down or get more than a one night kind of deal, and you never chose the right guy.

You huffed in annoyance, deciding that you'd be better off without Dean making fun of you for the poor choices you'd made in the past, and picked up your phone ready to text him that you were not going to do it.

Unlocking your phone you found a text from Charlie, 'So? Did the books give you any dirty, little fantasies on our green-eyed friend? -Charlie' You shook your head and told her that you'd already planned your revenge, when an idea popped in your head.

You had had fantasies involving the older Winchester, plenty of them, and not just those, you'd also had some pretty vivid dreams about him doing some unholy things to you; dreams of which you remembered every single detail.

You quickly called Charlie, hoping that she'd be down to help you with what you had in mind, "Charlie, hey! Yeah, I'm mad...but you could make it up to me if you help me with a little something that I have to do..."

You could hear the smile in her voice as she immediately urged in telling her what you needed, "Okay so, I read the books and..." After telling her everything that had happened and especially what Dean had asked of you; you proceeded in telling her what you needed from her.

"Well, now, you know that my sexual life kind of sucks, but I really wanna get back at him, and I thought about describing one of the many wet dreams I had about him...and since you have an amazing way with words, I was wondering if you'd be down to write it for me?"

For a second you thought she'd turned you down, but soon understood that you'd been wrong from the squeal that left her lips and made her sound even more excited than you were about the whole thing.

After all, you were sure Dean had no idea about the details regarding your sexual life, which meant she could write whatever you wanted. You told her to avoid any physical description of the guy; you didn't want him to find out it was about him.

She made you tell her in detail the dream you wanted her to describe and then went to work, assuring you that she'd send it to you in a mail as soon as it was finished.

You didn't have to wait for as long as you'd thought, after all Charlie was known to work pretty fast when she set something on her mind, and this time there was nothing that could stop her from finishing the job.

Smirking to yourself, you grabbed your laptop, logged in on your e-mail, and read what she'd written before you selected Dean from your contacts list and sent it to him; nervously chewing on your bottom lip.

You tried to calm yourself down but you couldn't, so after a few minutes you got up and headed to your bathroom, hoping that a nice, relaxing bath would help you take your mind off of him.

Dean on the other hand was calmly lying on his bed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn't stop thinking about the look on your face when he'd told you what he wanted from you, nor could he stop thinking about the fact that he was a breath away from kissing you.

He sighed, wondering if you'd ever even consider the request he'd made you; he was pretty sure you'd never do it. When his phone informed him that he had a new e-mail, he was more than a little shocked when he found out it was from you.

He excitedly opened the mail, and wasted no time in starting to read, eager to find out about what you liked and what you didn't when it came to sex. However, Dean soon understood that that, had been the worst idea he'd ever had.

I smoothed down the dress I was wearing, slightly pulling at the hem as it had ridden up my thighs and groaned for the one-hundredth time that evening.

Dresses usually weren't my thing, since they were unpractical for hunting and doing, well, basically anything when it came to me, but this hunt required a little flirting and teasing, and I had to sell my lie to the vampire.

I hated vampires, always lurking in the dark and managing to easily charm people, which obviously meant that it was all the more harder for me to find any witnesses, since everything always seemed consensual.

Tonight however, much to my surprise, it all went smoothly, so smoothly that I didn't even need to stop at the motel to get cleaned up before coming to the bar to celebrate, yet, another one of my successful hunts.

I pushed open the door and swayed my hips into the slightly crowded bar, the heels of the black stilettos I was wearing clicking on the floor and catching some of the patrons' attention.

As usual, there were some comments, very explicit comments, thrown my way, I groaned internally, again, and kept walking towards the bar, taking a seat on one of the many empty stools and calling for the bartender.

I sat there sipping on my drink , surveying the people around me, when my eyes fell on the guy sitting in one of the booths in the far corner of the bar. As if he'd felt my gaze upon him, he lifted his eyes and locked them on mine.

I felt the air being knocked out of my chest, he was gorgeous. I'd never seen a guy this attractive to be honest, and I'd seen a lot of guys. Heat rose to my cheeks as I realized I'd been staring for too long and averted my gaze.

I wasn't the type of girl to go home with a stranger, one night stands were never my thing, but if that man ever asked, I was sure I wouldn't even have to think about it.

Right as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a presence behind me and turned around to find those same eyes staring at me. He had a friendly smile on his lips, one that soon turned into a smirk when my chest and cheeks turned pink.

"Hey there, beautiful !" God, even his voice sounded like sex, his deep and husky timber sending chills down my spine as I struggled to find my voice and not make a fool out of myself , "Uh...hi!"

I chanced a small smile, hoping for it to look half as seductive as his and he offered me his hand to shake, introducing himself and politely asking me if he could take a seat next to me, and who on earth was I to decline such a man?

We made small talk for a while, and just like every other time, I lied straight to his face, but it was necessary after all, I couldn't just tell him I killed monsters for a living ; not that it would've probably mattered, we were both set on other things.

He licked his lips and I found myself biting down on my lower one, my mind drifting off in fantasies involving those lips and my neck, or chest , or far more intimate places; the images flashing through my mind making me blush.

Dean stopped for a second, noticing how his breathing had quickened already and nothing had happened. Just the thought of you thinking about that guy going down on you had him panting; his chest constricting with jealousy.

He made it pretty clear he was flirting right from the beginning, just like I did, after all I didn't have that much time to waste, after this was done, I was going to go back to the motel, rest a little and then find another hunt.

I leant on the counter, giving him a nice view of my cleavage which he seemed to gladly appreciate as he tried, in vain, to keep his mind on track with what we were talking about; not that I really knew what the subject was either.

My hands went to play with my hair as I giggled, literally giggled like a school girl, but I didn't really care at the moment; I just wanted a taste of him and then I'd be gone in the morning. No strings attached, that was the rule.

Growing bolder, he placed his big, slightly calloused and rough hand on my knee, giving it a firm squeeze and assessing what my reaction was going to be, before he slowly trailed his hand up my thigh, snaking his fingers under the hem of my dress.

He shifted closer to me, his legs pressed up to mine and his breath fanning across my skin as he whispered into my ear, taking the lobe between his lips and lightly sucking on it.

I shivered at his touch, or maybe it was his voice; probably the combination of the both. My hand found his biceps and I drew in a deep breath at the feel of his muscles moving under my fingers. Could he get any more attractive?

Every word he read got him angrier, one possessive thought after the other clouding his mind, because even though nothing had ever happened between you, Dean still considered you off limits for any other man.

He slowly raised an eyebrow at me in a silent question, and I nodded my head as he closed his tab and mine, and took my hand, leading me out of the bar and towards his car.

His hands settled on my waist and he pressed me against the side of the car with his body, while his lips captured mine and they felt just as good as I'd imagined they would.

I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me and deepening the kiss; my lips immediately parting for him once he licked on the bottom one and asked for entrance.

I moaned into his mouth and his grip on me tightened, before he was opening the door to the backseat and helping me in, eager to finally touch me. He attached his lips to my neck, biting on the skin as I arched into him, tugging on his soft locks.

A groan left him as he sucked a hickey on my flesh, knowing that his mark would be on my neck for a while, and then he was pushing my dress up, as I worked on the buttons of his shirt, hurriedly undoing them.

We were both panting by the time we'd managed to shed all of our clothes; hands gripping and pulling as our lips connected again; the weight of his naked body pressing me down into the seat of the car.

I tugged on his hair when he pushed into me, filthy groans leaving our kiss-swollen lips as I dug my nails into the muscles of his back. Curse after curse started to leave us as I held onto him and he increased his pace.

Reading about another guy taking you had Dean's blood boiling in his veins, every ounce of his body overtaken by jealousy that he wasn't sure he'd be able to contain for much longer.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him into me and he growled, unclasping my bra and letting my breasts free, kneading them in his hands before he circled my nipple with his tongue.

His teeth gently bit on the hard bud, and I groaned his name in a low voice as pleasure flooded my body. I let myself enjoy his ministrations , my head swimming in lust and arousal.

His hands were everywhere at the same time, setting my skin on fire as he worked to bring us both to our peaks, groaning to me how much he was enjoy it and drawing one moan after the other out of me.

By the time he was done reading, his hand was clenched in a tight fist, his nails biting at his own skin as he tried, in vain, to wipe from his memory the visual image he'd made about the whole scene you'd described him.

Taking a deep breath, he got up from his bed, slamming his bedroom's door behind his back as he walked to your room. When he got there, he didn't find you, which only added to his anger as he set off to look for you around the bunker.

Frustration was added to his anger as he checked every room, but you weren't there and he was practically fuming while he walked to the gym, to see if you were practicing.

He was greeted by Sam, but you were no where to be seen, "Are you feeling okay, Dean? Are you sure you don't have a fever or something? This is not the kitchen" The younger Winchester chuckled, and Dean just scoffed.

"Real funny. I was looking for (Y/n), have you seen her?" He tried to play it cool, not wanting his brother to find out about what was going on between the two of you, "Uh, she went out, said something about you forgetting her juice and the milk...again"

Dean nodded, thanking his brother and walking back to his room with a frown on his face. He didn't like the idea of you being out by yourself; he never really did because he'd always thought it was dangerous, but at the moment the reason was different.

He closed his laptop as soon as he reached his bed, he definitely didn't need to re-read that thing, since he already felt like he was going to burst at any given second. He drew in a deep breath and hoped his brain would shut up as he waited for you to be back.