I Like You ~ Part One Dean x reader Warnings: NSFW Summary: Your car breaks down in the side of the road, but luckily, there's a Winchester nearby, ready to save the day. Thud. Your boot thumped against the tire of a midnight black '67 Mustang. It wasn't like her to break down, but the smoke coming from the undercarriage was a definite sign that you weren't going any further on this old highway and kicking the tires sure wasn't going to get her running again, so you popped open the hood and took a quick look. It was apparent that you did not have what you needed to fix her up on the side of the road at the moment, especially not at 2:30 in the morning. Thankfully, the familiar buzz of a neon vacancy sign greeted you just a short way up the road and you were able to snag a room for yourself. Seeing as you weren't going to be able to grab anything from the McDonald's from in town, the vending machine seemed like the next best thing. All the spare change you could gather jingling in your pockets, you sauntered out into the cool, winter air and set your sights on the vending machine. Turning the corner, you felt your shoulder collide with something hard, but before your lack of coordination landed you flat on your behind, a strong arm found its way around your waist. You looked up and all you saw was green. A bright, beautiful pair of soft green eyes, twitching themselves into a gaze of concern. "Are you all right? I'm sorry I didn't see you there." That voice. So kind but so..husky. You nearly forgot how to speak. "Y-yes." You cleared your throat and nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I should've been more careful." Your smile was sheepish at best. You only prayed he didn't notice it falter when he reclaimed his arm. "Oh no, that was all me." He chuckled. "Looks like I took on one too many bags of Doritos." Kneeling down, he began to pick up the numerous bags, stuffing them into his jacket pockets. You couldn't help but giggle like an inane schoolgirl. His grin had that affect. "Well, they are delicious. Can't have too many I suppose." You could feel that dumb, telling smile creeping onto your face as you watched the corners of his lips turn up in amusement. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing at a dump like this at this time of night?" He took a casual step closer. "My car broke down just up the road. Cut my journey short a bit." His brow arched, intrigued. "Yeah? How far? I could take a look if you'd like. I'm pretty good with cars." His smile seemed a bit proud, but honest. I couldn't help but return a grin. "Thank you, but I know what's wrong. The seal on the coolant system leaked into the engine and it overheated. Unfortunately, I can't do a damn thing about it until I can get into town tomorrow to find a new seal, so here I am. Motel paradise for the evening." His brow furrowed, inquisitively. Somewhat surprised even. "You know a thing or two about cars I take it?" "Sure do." Your smile was genuine. Some of your best memories came to the forefront of your mind. Tinkering on your dad's car on Saturday afternoons, both of you singing along to whatever rock anthem came onto the old radio, until you had the engine tuned up just right. "What do you drive?" The question broke your reverie and a playful, mischievous smile made it's way across your face. "I'll tell you, on one condition. What's your name?" His chuckle coaxed subtle dimples in his cheeks. "Dean. And yours?" He took another step closer and you could smell him. A gentle blend of leather and the faintest scent of motor oil. It was heavenly. "(Y/N)." He nodded, as if giving his approval. "I like that name. Always have." You could've sworn you were blushing, but if he noticed, he was enough of a gentleman not to give it away. "Well, deal's a deal.'67 Mustang. She's in damn good shape too. Surprised she's down for the night, honestly." If he didn't look surprised enough before, he certainly did now. "I'm sorry, did you say a '67 Mustang? No way." His chuckle was hearty, but not mean-spirited. "I gotta see it. I could take a look at it too. I keep spare parts in my car, just in case. Maybe I can find a seal that fits." "Really? That would be great. Thank you." Your soft, grateful smile earned you one in return from Dean and you followed him to his car. "Wow." You looked over the Impala, impressed. "She's beautiful. And in such good condition." Dean's smile turned into more of a proud smirk, he loved this car. That was obvious. "Yeah, I work on her whenever I can. We've been through hell and back together." He chuckled gently, as if laughing at something you wouldn't understand. You furrowed your brow and a curious smile played across your lips as you observed him. He shook his head, grinning as if he understood your inquisition. "Long story." He opened up the passenger seat and closed the door after you before hopping in to the driver's side. A very short while later, you arrived at your car and he whistled as he stepped out. "Damn. She looks good." You giggled before you could respond. "Thank you. I like to think I treat her well." He nodded in agreement and to your pleasant surprise, stripped off his jacket and his flannel button down, leaving him in just a form-fitting white t-shirt. It took some will power to keep your feet rooted and your jaw in it's proper place. "Mind if I take a look?" His words almost surprised you and your immediate reaction was to clear your throat. "Hmm? Oh yeah, no go ahead." You watched his smile shift into a shy, sideways grin as he popped open the hood. You could've watched him for hours, hell, days even. Shoulder muscles tightening, oil staining his toned arms and calloused hands as he tinkered around. All too soon, he handed you back the wrench he finished the job with and dusted off his hands. "All done. Let's fire 'er up." The smile on his face was so genuine and full of excitement like a kid who had just taken his first trip to Disneyland. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger over his lips as you dug into your jacket pocket for your keys. "Would you like to do the honors?" You dangled the keys before his gaze and he took them all too eagerly. "Yes ma'am." His wink sent butterflies rocketing into your stomach. Turning the key, you both heard the engine turn over and purr like a kitten. He couldn't have been prouder. "Wow. She sounds great. Thank you." You tried, you really did try to keep your composure, but you couldn't help but to bite your lip and shift from one foot to the other as you smiled at him. It was then that you noticed something else in his eyes, something almost dark. Nothing dangerous, just something exciting. Something like lust. Pure, red-blooded lust. And you liked it. No, loved it, when you caught him glimpsing over your skinny jean and leather-clad body. This was your shot and you would be damned if you weren't going to take it. "You know, I've got a six pack back in my room, if you wanna celebrate. It's the least I could do for you helping me out." The flicker of lust in his eyes soon consumed them and his smirk turned into a full on smoldering grin as he nodded in compliance. "Can't say no to that. What're we waiting for?" Without missing a beat, you both climbed into your respective card and nearly raced back to the motel parking lot. Once inside, you faced a choice. Offer him a beer and casually build to what could possibly be some seriously mind-blowing sex, granted you don't blow it with your awkward disposition, or. You could not overthink the situation for once in your life, throw yourself at him, and pray to God that he doesn't think you're insane. You chose the latter. You turned the lock and spun around, grabbing the open ends of his jacket to hold onto as you leaned up, pressing your lips to his in an almost desperate fervor. You needed him. Now. Apparently, the feeling was mutual. Dean knelt down slightly to place his hands firmly on the back of your upper thighs as he pushed your back flush up against the door, returning the passion of your kiss. Your legs found their way around his hips, as his teeth took hold of your bottom lip and tugged just hard enough to illicit a moan. You could feel his smirk move to your neck as kisses and gentle bite marks danced across your delicate skin while his hands explored your chest, causing you to writhe in his lap as your moans began to crescendo. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged at it in excitement each time you felt his growing member throb beneath you. You couldn't wait anymore. "Just fuck me. Please, Dean, oh please, just fucking give it to me." Your plea was hoarse and uninhibited. Primitive, almost. He liked it and you could tell by the way his eyes lit up when he moved you from the door to the bed, never disrupting the intimacy your bodies found. "You want it?" He breathed. "How badly?" Oh God, he was hot. Too hot. You couldn't take it. "Oh, so badly. Please, I need it. Please, sir." Your hands fisted into his hair as you crashed your lips into his, begging him to take you. You felt your jacket being undone as his generous bulge grinder against your center. You broke away from his soft lips reluctantly and you both began tearing off each other layers, until you were both exposed, him hovering over you. He took a second and leaned back slightly, examining you. You felt your cheeks flush and thought for a moment something could be wrong, until he looked into your eyes with his gaze once again softened. "You're so beautiful." The words sounded honest and caught you off guard. "Thank you." In the loudest voice you could muster, you whispered back, unable to break his mesmerizing gaze. He smiled softly, leaning down to ever so gently place his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you savored the sweet kiss, pressing your hand to his neck, tightening your grip when you felt his large member slide inside of you slowly. You moaned your approval against his lips, and he returned the favor, groaning low in his throat as he carefully deepened the kiss you shared. He pulled his hips back and began to rock himself in and out of you, slowly, gently at first, kissing you all the while. Until, you started shifting your hips up into his, allowing him to sheath his entire length inside you. You both paused and groaned at the pleasure you discovered and then you felt his thrusts intensify. Your hands flew to his back as his found your hips, using each other as leverage, you became a gyrating mass of ecstasy. Pounding in and out of you, you felt his length grow even harder and you could feel he was close. Watching his face contort in pleasure as he groaned, you allowed yourself to be pushed over the edge and soon enough you were pure ecstasy, bursting and writhing beneath him, crying out his name as your walls tightened and clenched in the midst of your glorious orgasm. His eyes grew darker, hungrier, more desperate to join you. His grip locked tighter in your hips and he moved fiercely, keeping his eyes locked on yours, focusing on the pleasure he was bringing you, until he found his. Groans escaped his throat, guttural noises flying around as he exited your slit and released himself onto your stomach. Collapsing beside you, he hooked his arm behind your head as he caught his breath. Grabbing a tissue off the nightstand, he wiped away the mess he made as he kissed your temple lazily. "I'm at a loss for words. And that doesn't happen often." His chuckle caused a grin to spread like wildfire across your face. "I'll take that as a compliment." You replied with your own gentle laugh. "You should. That was great. I liked it." His happy eyes searched yours for a moment as his chuckle faded, but you couldn't tell what for. You don't think he could either. He looked just as puzzled as you when he breathed out his next words. "I like you."