Abducted: Part Two SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

A/N: WARNING: This story features sex and will be present from now on.
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March 2015

Dinner was, well you don't know how to describe it. You and Dean had shared many meals in the time you'd known him. But this meal, with the promise that you were taking things to the next step, was unforgettable.

Lebanon wasn't exactly a large town and the choices for your date were limited. But you didn't care. You were with him, and you happily followed him into the local diner in the Main Street of town. His hands never leaving some part of you for more than a few seconds at a time, as if his life depended on the heat of your body.

You had settled down into the cushioned booth, side by side, even though it was only the two of you. And once the waitress had come over to take your orders, Dean turned to you and stated bashfully. "I know this isn't exactly a first date kind of place, but I hadn't really planned this far ahead."

"Are you kidding? This is the best place, simply because it's just me and you." You reassured him. "I have to ask though, did you plan the sunset or was that just pure luck on the timing?"

His weary smile turned into his award winning grin instantly and he wrapped his arm around you to pull you close once more. "That. Was pure luck... I had real good timing though, right?"

"Right." You agreed and then cheekily added. "It definitely won you some brownie points too. I might not have agreed to moving things forward so soon, if it hadn't been for that view."

Ever quick for a comeback, Dean continued the banter with, "Well, thanks sweetheart. I know I'm pretty awesome to look at."

You playfully shoved him with your shoulder, currently nuzzled in under his arm and then turned to look at him. Having realised you'd actually never commented on his looks to him directly before, you admitted just how attractive you found him. "You are you know. I'd take you in a dumpster too."

"I know you would." His face inched closer to yours. "You've been wanting to get into my pants since we met."

"I never said that!" His mouth captured yours before you could protest and you could feel the cheesy grin behind it.

Fuck, this is amazing, you thought. How did I get so lucky? To end up here in this country of all places and meet him? He's kind, caring, funny, charming, sexy... The list could just keep growing really.

As Dean pulled away, he asked you. "So when then? When did you first want a piece of this?" He used his hand to encompass his torso, further emphasising his question.

And you facepalmed at the sight. Your whole body shaking as you giggled into your hand. A whistle of air leaving your mouth with each sharp movement. The laugh reminding you yourself, of a cartoon dog from your childhood. Dastardly, Muttley? You couldn't recall the name.

When you finally calmed down, you looked back up at him to see him grinning at you. His eyes sparkling in delight. "So? It's a serious question sweetheart?"

"I know..." You shook your head. "The whole, added movement of your hand just got to me, that's all... Um... I honestly don't remember..."

"You don't remember? Or you don't want to tell me?" His grin turned to a smirk.

"I really don't remember..." Your features all widened in defence. "It was before you were a demon, I told you that much... Wait? Why do you want to know? Maybe I should be asking you when you first had your little problem because of me?"