Evenwith your eyes glued to your glass, you could feelthe hunger in green eyes.
You were used to dealing with hungry stares when at the bar. But his were… Different.
You could sense how he savoured every inch of you with a flick of his tongue catching a stray droplet of beer on his lip. As if that same tongue was travelling the length of your body.
As Dean slowly stalked towards you, the calloused fingers travelling along the bar top sent pleasurable shivers through your body.
With Dean it was different. With him the hunger was palpable.
And Dean couldn’t wait to indulge in it. He’d have you melt on his fingers like chocolate. He’d commit the taste of you to memory. He’d savour every moan, every whimper. He’d drown in sugar and spice, in you. All night.
Everynight.
But first… Dean needed to make you his. First he needed to catch you. His skittish little kitten. Always so quick to run away.
But not anymore.
Dean was done playing. It was time he claimed his prize. Time he took what was his.
Of the endless ‘will-they-won’t-theys’. Of secret glances and his name sighed into the heated air of your bedroom. Pretending your fingers on your body were his as you traced countless dirty daydreams of lust-blown pupils and calloused hands; tugging, pulling, claiming.
You wanted him. Neededhim.
And by the way he seemed to be nearly branding you with forest fire eyes. Dean wanted you too. Across the bar, your hunter was growing impatient.
Yeah…
It was time to stop playing. Time to let him catch you; to let him claim his prey.
Dean clutched the bottle in front of him. Letting it cool the prickling in his palms as his eyes refused to leave you across the bar. He wanted you.
Damn it, no.
Dean didn’t just wantyou.
He craved you.
You were an itch he couldn’t scratch. A hunger that also echoed in the eyes of the other patrons in the shithole of a bar as they leered at you. Swallowing heavily, Dean clutched the bottle a little harder as he rolled his tongue against his lip.
It was such an obviousfact. Yet, tonight, the word ‘hunter’ took on a whole different meaning. Glancing over, you caught him watching you from the other side of the bar again. Hungry eyes devouringyou as his tongue wet his bottom lip.
He hadn’t even touched you yet, and still your body was ablaze as you squirmed in your seat. The feeling of those green eyes, burning like a forest fire where they traveled the length of you, had you quietly whimpering with need.
Series Summary: Y/N finds a job at the law office of Dean Winchester as a secretary. As she attempts to navigate her way through life after her mother’s passing, the last person who’d she’d expect any help from gives it to her in ways that she didn’t know she needed.
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N:And this will bring us to a short (I hope) hiatus in this series. I need to plan everything out before continuing it, and hopefully that won’t take me too long! Hope you guys enjoy! Beta’d by my darling @deangirl93
Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he stared at the pattern in the oriental rug on the floor. He could feel his therapist’s eyes on him, waiting for an answer, but he didn’t want to give her one. It had been two days since he had bent Y/N over his desk and she had been avoiding him ever since. He couldn’t blame her – what kind of a person does that?
Series Summary: Y/N finds a job at the law office of Dean Winchester as a secretary. As she attempts to navigate her way through life after her mother’s passing, the last person who’d she’d expect any help from gives it to her in ways that she didn’t know she needed.
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N:Finally getting some action! I loved writing this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy! Beta’d by my darling @deangirl93
The busyness of the previous week had rolled over into the current one; the start of Y/N’s third week at the office. It was Tuesday, and Dean had sent her some more case summaries to look over and correct, among some other mundane tasks. She was tired, still not fully over the events of last Wednesday – Aaron had been blowing up her phone all weekend with apologies, but she wasn’t ready to forgive him. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to. She thought about what Dean had said to her last week in his office. And if anyone is giving you a hard time, you tell them to fuck right off and send them to me. Understand? He seemed to be so protective over her, so caring. She had no clue as to why; he still didn’t know the first thing about her, and they hadn’t had much time to speak through all the work they had to do.
Tags:Dean being protective and slightly dominating, language
Series Summary: Y/N finds a job at the law office of Dean Winchester as a secretary. As she attempts to navigate her way through life after her mother’s passing, the last person who’d she’d expect any help from gives it to her in ways that she didn’t know she needed.
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N:Sorry I’m like two weeks late… I had finals week (but I have a degree now so yay!) and then I was on vacation for a week and have been pretty much non-stop doing things since then but I finally have time again! Hope you guys enjoy, Chapter 6 will be up shortly (like tonight) because I feel bad for leaving y’all hanging for two weeks. Beta’d by my darling @deangirl93
Y/N thought about calling in to work the next morning, but she knew that it’d likely cost her her job. Mr. Novak had offloaded some of his clients onto Dean, so things were busy this week as they tried to schedule meetings and organize court dates; which was Y/N’s responsibility to take care of.
She walked into the office a little later than usual, her eyes red and puffy from crying through the night. She kicked the door shut behind her with her heel before making her way to her desk, placing her tumbler of hot coffee down on the wooden surface. She shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the nearby coat rack, before sinking into her seat. Powering on her computer, she caught a glimpse of the time; it was 9:10, which meant that Dean was likely in his office by now, as he had always arrived promptly at 9:00.
Summary- Dean is afraid of losing Y/N. So, in true Dean fashion, he starts to push her away before he gets too attached. But what happens when she’s had enough?
