Selfless // Dean Winchester

12. A Fun Night

It was a quiet night in Arizona and the trio had just checked in to a motel. Y/N was trying to fall asleep and failing;the red lights on the alarm clock showed half-past eleven, but one of the unfortunate side effects from constantly traveling the country was the change of time zones. They'd just driven in from Nebraska, and South Carolina before that, working cases involving vengeful spirits. The boys were in the room next to Y/N's, doing research, which translated to Sam trying to do research while Dean annoyed the hell out of him.

A few days had passed since the kanima encounter. Sam hadn't told Dean that Y/N knew he sold his soul, while Dean still kept his night with Y/N in Queens a secret. The latter didn't seem to be a big deal, but, judging from the comments and looks Dean gave her every now and then, she had a feeling that night may repeat itself soon. Ironically, Y/N was the only one who wasn't hiding something.

She'd had trouble falling asleep all her life, but tonight it was especially difficult. Too hot with the blanket, too cold without. The room was too stuffy, but when she tried opening the window, it smelled like someone was smoking outside.

Finally, Y/N could no longer stand it. She stood up and changed, then pulled on a hoodie. Slipping her room key into her pocket, she went outside. The air was crisp and cool despite the smell of smoke. Y/N walked a few steps over to the boys' room and knocked. She knew they were still up. Thin walls. Lots of bickering on their side.

Dean opened the door and immediately nodded for her to come in. "I thought you were asleep."

"I would be, by now, if you two would shut up," she replied, raising her eyebrows.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." She glanced at Sam, sitting on one of the beds, several books and journals beside him. He briefly met her gaze. They rarely talked; only once in a while when Dean wasn't around, to discuss leads on someone who may have an answer on how to break the deal.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" asked Dean, interrupting her thoughts.

Y/N's eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. "No." She'd snatched it from the back of the Impala on their last hunt. "Anyway, what are you up to besides arguing?"

Dean shrugged.

"Wanna go out? There's a bar not too far from here."

Sam declined the offer to join them, insisting that research was more important than having a fun night. Y/N felt guilty, but all their leads had been dead ends so far. She pushed the thought from her mind as she and Dean left in the Impala. As usual, it was a little awkward. He still didn't know why she had suddenly decided to hunt with them, but he didn't seem opposed to the idea.

Y/N was surprised at how well they worked together. She'd been anxiously waiting for them to fight about hunting styles, or the whole "ends justifying the means" concept- they both agreed killing a kid vampire to save a town full of people was worth it- but things went smoothly.

The Impala approached the bar. Y/N removed the hoodie and tossed it in the back seat.

Dean stared. "That is my sweatshirt."

"Get over it," she said with a small smile.

They spent the next hour in the bar, getting tipsy and flirting with the bartenders. Or rather Dean did that, while Y/N tried to stay sober enough to make sure he didn't do anything stupid or get himself killed before his year was up. Eventually, one drink led to another, and her head began to feel fuzzy. Before it went too far, she excused herself and stepped outside for some air. I could be having a lot more fun right now, a part of her reminded herself. The other part insisted on being responsible.

Presently, the door swung open and Dean looked around before seeing her. Huh. He wasn't as drunk as she expected.

"Hey," he said, joining her. "I was looking for you. What are you doing? It's cold out here."

Y/N shrugged her bare shoulders. "You should go back in. I'll only be a minute."

"We can leave if you want."

"What about that bartender? The blonde? You two seemed to be hitting it off."

Dean eyed her carefully. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled. "Let's go."

When they were back in the motel parking lot, the lights in Sam and Dean's room were out. Y/N and Dean stayed in the Impala for a minute, each waiting for the other to say something or to leave. Y/N felt uncomfortable yet content, and every time she glanced over at him, she couldn't help thinking about how nice he was acting, and how suspicious and out-of-character that was. She also really wanted to kiss him. Like, really, really wanted to.

"We should probably go inside," said Dean reluctantly. "Get some sleep."

"Yeah." She wasn't tired. "Probably."

There was a pause.

"Sorry tonight wasn't that fun," Y/N said.

"It's not over yet, sweetheart," replied Dean, surprising her. He looked at her, his head slightly tilted to the side. Y/N had noticed that he sometimes did this thing where he was half-smiling but also a bit distracted by whoever he was talking to, and his tongue just kinda rested between his teeth. And damn, if it wasn't the most attractive thing she'd ever seen.

"You're drunk," she attempted an excuse.

He shook his head.

"Fine, just kiss me already," Y/N said, unable to resist the feeling any longer. Dean obliged, crashing his lips onto hers gently at first, before things got more passionate. He pulled her closer, and she moved one leg onto the other side so she was straddling him without breaking the kiss.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled against her mouth.

"I agree," Y/N whispered back as she helped him pull his shirt off.

do y'all know the stress of writing these ^ kind of scenes while my entire family is in the room ???