#omg deen

Put "Hey, Lover" in my ask for my reaction after a one-night stand with you

          There’s a warm body pressed to her back, and if she were less shitfaced, she’d have a knife to their throat. If they’re willing to sleep next to her, there’s no obvious need to kill them. She lets it go; she presses closer.

          Well, she was pressing closer until a familiar scent catches her nose. Leather and rocksalt. Fuck. Her eyes snap open. This was not good. It’s not good.

          They really shouldn’t have done this. That much was obvious by their life choices. Hunter and demon? They don’t play house and shag. Then again, when did anything Winchester go by the books?

          “Fucking hell.” She groans. But she can’t complain too much. He wasn’t so bad.

          Don’t judge her for remembering more than she’s admitting too. They have an unspoken agreement that hating each other was safe ground.

          She’s reaching behind herself, grabbing one of those perky nipples he’s so proud of and twisting. “Hey, baby. You have five seconds to agree never to admit this happened, or this hand is ripping something off a little further south.”