Seupernatural (Dean/OC)
The guy at the end of the bar is leering at him. He's a big dude, dressed like a hunter, but he's not one. He’s just some Midwestern nobody who probably owns a cabin that’s not even haunted. Sam thinks he’s trying to pick a fight, but Dean knows better. Dean knows that he’s about to go fuck that guy in the alley outside.
Dean’s lips are as cold as his sleet-soaked knees, and as he wraps them around the guy’s dick, it almost burns. It’s whiskey and a pistol-whip, hot cocoa in bed. He doesn’t know the difference anymore.