a loaded gun ( autoplay )

     “make out with you?  if you want to do that then you need to      come closer to me,  dean.   and honestly,  i don’t care about      what other  women said  about your  oral skills.     that,  right      there,  is you  being  all talk  when  you  could  be over here,      pressed up against  me with our  mouths connected.   if you      know how this shit works, then work it finally.”

     fuckable.  she’s going to allow herself to get a good laugh      out of that one  before she focuses her gaze back to him.        “obviously,  dean,   i’m not  most women.    i’m me.    but,      yeah,  they’re alright.   might have been great to hear you      sound like  a middle  school kid.    might have  just shown      even more  how badly you want me.   might even help to      hear what you want to do to me, just a f.y.i.”

     “… cute?  let me tell you, dean, it doesn’t help a girl open her      legs when  you call her cute.   being straight  forward is  one,      but calling  her cute?       i’ll give  you one  chance to  fix that      mistake before  i even tell you  what i say  to that.   you have      one shot.  make it count.”

     “so, is that why you’re here?  sorry for prying, but hunters      can be so hard to read sometimes.  i’m just trying to read      through all the mixed signals i’m getting from you.”

        she’d go to grin,  her head cocking to the side when going to undo         the few buttons of a shirt that dean left at her home.      smirking at         her initial movement,      did she go to grin playfully, glancing south         at the lingerie she wore beneath.      its red and black fabric a mere         reminder of the relationship they had.      with another glance at his         being did she go to lean back,          shoving the fabric off her arms.

        “so, do you like it or are you just gonna stare at it like it’s something         you’ve never seen before?”

        the winchester was never a fan of clothing, but her matching bra         & underwear actually turned him on a little, earning a 'hm' from the         hunter before his hands gripped her thighs. if she wanted to tease         him, she could have taken her time with the removal of her shirt.         this was a little much for clothing that would just be torn off, but         he was sure she had other plans for him. there was something         about the way that she stared at him that said she wanted him         submissive tonight, to do what she wanted, which didn't seem         fair to him. it was his birthday, after all, so he felt he deserved         to be treated right. though even the slight taste of her turned          him on, causing an immense amount of pleasure to move         through him. maybe this would be a good present after all.

     there was a light hint of a smile to her lips when he spoke.  mostly, for      feeling grateful of his agreement.  if he did not, she was sure she’d be      a dead woman taking on the case on her lonesome.  so his presence,      for now, was godsend.   “sounds good enough to me.   but we should      start searching.  clock is ticking before sundown.”

        she was right -- they needed to get to work as sundown was         approaching quickly. something about meeting another hunter         always startled the winchester. it seemed as if they were the         only ones alive, but hunters happened to be everywhere. most         of them dying off rather quickly, but others living to tell the tale.         it was quite the story to tell at a bar to some lonely girl that he         had just recently taken down three werewolves with his bare         hands. not many could say they had done it -- nether could         dean -- but it felt nice to think that what he did was unique.

        she’s happy that he’s here, that they aren’t playing mind games on one         another while he’s busy with work,   while she saunters about the shop         thinking of the months prior.   to have him there, it was enough to bring         her to have some peace.     biting back her lower lip, she’d go to giggle         against his lips,     her mouth pressing to his for a long moment, fingers         going to run through his locks,     her toes curling at the thought of how         they’d managed to      do this for so long without knowing the desire of         needing one another,  and yet there she was, willingly putting her heart         on the line for someone to be considered a threat to her own being.  no         matter that, she’d fine herself leaning inwards,   lips pressing to the top         of his nose.  “so, wanna see your present or do you wanna have dinner         first?”

        there was no wrong answer to that question. food or pussy.         such a hard thing to answer, though he knew exactly what         he wanted. a hand moves through her locks as he looks          into her eyes, wondering if she really had a present for him         or happened to just be playing games with him. he figured         he'd find that out shortly. 

                  ‘ show me my present. unless it's something that                    i won't like, then let's just get some dinner and                    be civil adults. ’

        “everyone knows,   well, not everyone, but people who know you know         what day it is, and i wanted to celebrate.”  she’d move a bit nearer, her         lips tugging into a grin when going to press a kiss to dean’s nose.  “i’m         not one to normally celebrate, but i figured that, now that you’re here, it         would be good … you know?”   she’d go to straddle atop his waist, her         attention wandering over dean’s.  she may have imprinted, but her love         for him was rather obvious.  especially by the affectionate stares and a         few late night calls.  “so happy birthday babe.”

     “love at first sight?  if that were so, i would have had you      balls deep in  me by now,  dean.   and did we not come      to an agreement  back then?   i have a  genuine feeling      that you’re still not being honest with me.”

            ‘ fine. i’ll leave then. ’

     a sudden idea comes to mind as the other hunter speaks.  his words      alone what spurred  such thought into  her mind frame.   as much as      she  hated him  being there ,  on  the verge  of possibly  stealing  the      case from her…  she figures, why not have him stick around?   surely      she could handle it herself with the resources she has, but she didn’t      have enough  to solve it as  quickly as desired.   more death s would      come  before  then  and  that  was  the  dead  last thing  any hunter      wanted  on  a case.     it  was  their  job  to  save  lives.   not  let  the      monsters that  go bump in  the night kill  innocent people.   so when      he finishes speaking,  full lips purse  in his direction.   a lock of brown      hair being tossed back over her shoulder as she speaks.

     “actually, i could use a little help.   wouldn’t mind  if you stuck around      for it for that reason.   more lives are at  stake as this monster keeps      becoming more  gruesome with their kills.   see, i think this one in an      old  one  and  had  plenty  of  experience  in  this  area.      probably      becoming careless  because  it  knows  it’s  causing  a  fright  in  the      town.   and as  morbid  as  it is,  it’s  feeding  off  the  fear.   so extra      hands isn’t  something  i’m  opposed  to.   we  can  exchange notes      after we search the house for further evidence if you’re up for it.”

        finally, another hunter that didn't seem to hate his guts. it wouldn't         be the worst idea to work together on this, even if they wind up         hating one another. comparing notes, resources, and skills ; they         could take this creature down together. if it was a werewolf, dean          would have been able to handle it himself, but it was obvious that         there was something else going on here. something a lot darker         than what was letting on. there was a chance they would find out         today, out of all days, or they would have to visit another crime         scene if the monster decides to kill again. hunters were supposed         to save && kill the baddies, not stick around until someone else dies.         sadly, that's how it happens most of the time. no matter how hard          they try, lives were always at stake and they could never save them all.

      ❛ somethin’ tells me you have a death wish. ❜

        “I heard it was someone’s birthday …”  She’d come in, pie in hands         when going to give the hunter a small peck to   the cheek.  “Happy         birthday, Mr. Winchester.  It’s cherry pie.  Hope you like it.”

        someone actually wanted to celebrate his birthday. someone         that he loved dearly and truly wanted to spend his day with.         a pie was good, but maybe not the only thing that he wanted.         there was a lot of tension settling between them lately, as they         teased one another over the phone and inside of the shop.

     “i swear, i came to this town to work on a fucking      case.   not to  be  trailed  by  you.   so may  i ask      again as to why you’ve been following me since      the crime scene?”

            ‘ it’s part of my charm, winchester. ’

     large eyes nearly roll at the sight of him coming towards her.  she can already      sense the  stench  of  how  much  he didn’t  want her  there.   if it meant that      much to him,  he could leave  of all things.   she was there first,  afterall.   but      this  wasn’t  the  moment  for  child’s  play.   they  were  obviously  both  for a      reason;   and  that  reason  being  a  case,  so  she’d  mentally  -  though  he      wouldn’t hear - suggest that he’d knock it off.   gesturing towards the covered      body, a singular brow arches.  

               “another heart ripped straight from the body.  they think it’s an                animal attack, but they can’t wrap their heads around on how                an animal this wild got inside.    but obviously it had a little fun                before going  for the  kill.   doesn’t quite add up at all,  but the                neighbors have  claimed to have  not seen or  heard anything                at all.”

     from there,  she gives a  shrug  and  glances up  to the male.   expression      emotionless though eyes were nearly taunting in a way she couldn’t help.        he continues to reek in the same way and it’s nauseating her. 

                 “might just search the house for further evidence.  see if                  there’s  anything   else   we   don’t   know   but  should.”

        && now she wanted to boss him around. not something that surprised          him but was, nevertheless, annoying as all hell. a hand moves to rub         the tired from his eyes, as the drive here was long, but it was truly just         so he wouldn't feel the need to slap her upside the head. it was bad          enough having to work with his little brother, but add a cocky huntress         to the mix and he might as well be sent to hell again. there was just         something about working with others than the winchester absolutely          hated. most likely because he was screwed over by 'hunters' more         than once. funny stories, but stolen cases weren't exactly his forte. 

                       ‘ sounds like you've got it all figured out. would                        you like for me to step out on this one ? if not,                        we're going to need to compare notes and try                        to catch this killer. it's obvious that they're going                        to keep killing until they're caught. no wild animal                        could have done this, unless someone is sicking                        wild dogs on store owners.. which makes no sense. ’