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

Chapter 18: The First Date

Dean raised his eyebrows at you. "I believe we've already agreed my, problem, ain't  little."

"Well I can't say for certain until later now, can I?" You teased.

The conversation ceased when the waitress came over with your drinks. A beer each, as well as coffee for Dean. After she poured the hot brew from the pot and you had both thanked her, she left once again and the hunter took a sip of each beverage.

"After you got your tattoo." Dean stated.

It took a while for you to realise what he was talking about. And when it finally registered, you 'hmm'd' with a purse of your lips. You hadn't been expecting that.

"Alright, your turn. No holding out on me." Your date continued.

An open mouthed grin spread across your face. "I really don't remember... I guess it was around then too..."

"Alright. I'll ask you something else then. You told me you've been on plenty of dates." You nodded as he remembered correctly. "What was the worst?"

"Really? That's what you wanna know?"

You felt him shaking in silent laughter next to you. "Yeah. So I can make sure not to do the same thing the next time I take a girl out on a first date."

This time he got your elbow. Followed by more giggling from you.

"The worst?" You confirmed once you'd recovered from your previous fit. "How about the time I didn't know it was actually a date."

Dean snickered at that. "You or him?"

You patted his thigh at that. "Me. I met a guy I went to university with a few years ago. Hadn't seen him in years and he moved closer to where I lived..."

"Hold up." Dean interrupted you. "This is starting to sound like what's his name, Charles? The tosser?"

"No. It wasn't Charles... Charles wasn't the tosser. The tosser was the dude in the club that night!"

"Yeah well if tosser means what I think it does, then Charles sounds like a tosser." Dean added slyly.

Your mouth opened in fake shock. "Charles is possibly God, if we follow Metatron's thought process. So you better be careful not to piss the big guy off!"

Your conversation continued like this, with more banter, flirting and multiple kisses. Barely stopping even as the two of you ate your meals. Dean had opted for his go to, a double bacon cheeseburger and fries, while you opted for something on the lighter side, knowing what was planned for the rest of your evening.

At one point you received a call from Sam. You had been so focused on your time with Dean that you'd missed the many messages he'd sent you. He was worried when he found you had left the library and expected the worst when he couldn't find you. Not putting two and two together and realising Dean was out of his room. You felt really bad about making Sam fuss over you like that but Dean told you not to worry about it.

You pulled up to the bunker around nine that night. Sam luckily nowhere in sight. In the war room, Dean pulled you in for another one of many more kisses you would continue to share during the rest of the night and after. One hand had wrapped around you back, keeping you close to him, while the other was roaming over the clothes you wore. "So. Your place or mine?" He asked with a glint in those beautiful eyes of his.