Once the host had shown you and Dean to a table, you both sat there nervously. You had never been one to handle first dates well, and even though you knew Dean, you were still feeling a little awkward. He must have been feeling the same thing, his finger was currently tracing the lip of his glass, almost a slight blush to his cheeks.

Both of you were a little relieved when the waiter came over, asking for your drink orders. Dean looked at you, letting you order first. Ordering a beer, you turned to see a surprised look on his face. He ordered the same before his attention turned back to you.

It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying with those big green eyes gazing right at you. "Y/N?" He asked, a slight smile on his face as he waited for your attention.

"Um, sorry, got lost there for a moment." You muttered, turning slightly pink.

"It's alright. I was just saying I was surprised you ordered a beer. I would have pegged you as a wine drinker." He said.

You gave him a disgusted face. "Wine? No way. I've never been a fan of the stuff. If I'm going to drink, I prefer beer or whiskey."

"My type of girl." Dean muttered as the waiter brought your drinks. "I was just thinking we could order dessert, that way we can have dinner with Sam later."

You nodded, not caring what you ate with him as long as you were able to spend some time with him. "That's okay. I'll just take a slice of apple pie, with ice cream please."

Dean ordered the same, before giving you another look. "What?" You asked, a little flustered at the look.

"You're perfect. You didn't freak out too much over the ghost. You prefer beer and whisky to wine, and you just ordered pie. I think I might be in love." He said, holding a hand over his heart, and you blushed, waving away his words.

"So, besides loving pie and beer, what else do you love?" He asked you, and you shrugged.

"I, umm, well, I like to read." You stuttered, hating talking about yourself.

"I kinda figured that, the way you lit up over that journal, and your job. But what else?" He asked you, just as your desserts were brought out.

Taking a bite, you took your time chewing it, your eyes closing at how amazing it tasted. Opening them back up, you saw Dean, with his fork halfway to his mouth, his green eyes darkened with something you couldn't quite describe.

"What about you?" You asked, turning the conversation over to him.

"What's there to say?" He answered before shoving a huge forkful into his mouth. "I love my car, my classic rock, and killing things that go bump in the night."

Licking off a drop of ice cream from your spoon, you set it down. "Sounds like you're a straight forward type of guy."

He shook his head, pushing his empty plate away. Checking to make sure nobody was close enough to hear, he leaned forward, and you followed suit, enjoying the closeness. "Not usually. With my job, there are so many secrets, so many times that I have to lie to everyone. It's nice not to have to do that with you." 

"Dean, Y/N, what are you guys doing?" Sam interrupted, and you both jumped, sitting back in your seats. You both had identical looks of guilt on your face as you looked Sam's way.

"Well we were going to be looking for clues here but we got a little sidetracked." Dean tried explaining, but Sam just rolled his yes.

"While you two were goofing off, there was another death." He said, and your happy mood plummeted, ashamed that you were in here flirting with Dean while someone out there needed your help.

"What?" Dean exclaimed. "Who was it?"

Sam pulled a chair over, sitting down at your table, waving away the waiter who had come over to see if he needed anything. "Some girl named Sarah Wynkoop. She was 20 and was here with her fiancee."

Your gaze dropped to the table, sad for the life that was taken so rudely. "That's horrible." You whispered.

Dean stood up, throwing some bills onto the table. "Well, let's get going. Have they taken the body away yet?"

Sam shook his head. "Not yet. I just happened to be by the front desk when her fiancee called it in." He stood up, and you followed suit, following them out into the hallway. 

"Let's go get the FBI threads on and head over there before they take her body away. Maybe we can figure something out." Dean ordered, turning towards the stairs.

You stopped, and it took him a couple of steps to realize you weren't behind him. His eyes full of worry. "What is it?"

"FBI threads?" You whispered, making sure no one else could hear.

He sighed, before coming closer to you, taking your hand in his to comfort you. "Can we please talk about this in the room. Time is not on our side right now." 

You nodded, loving the fact that he kept your hand tucked in his as the two of you climbed the stairs behind Sam. Once you reached their room, you stood off to the side as they pulled suits out of the closets. Sam went in the bathroom to change, while a shrugging Dean decided to strip in front of you.

Your mouth grew dry as you watched as Dean slipped out of his flannel, then started peeling off his boots. You licked your lips as Dean started unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down over his lean bow legs. He must have known what he was doing to you, because as soon as he stepped out of them, standing only in a tight black t-shirt and his boxer briefs, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Like what you see?" He teased, making you blush. Chuckling, he pulled on his suit pants, before turning his back to you, stripping out of his t-shirt. You watched his broad and sculpted back move as he tugged on his pristine white t-shirt, just as Sam came out of the bathroom, looking very dapper in his suit.

"So, I didn't know you guys dressed up as FBI agents. Isn't that illegal?" You asked, as Dean put the finishing touches on his suit, making sure his badge was in his pocket.

"Extremely. But it's one of the best ways to find out information. You stay here, while Sam and I go check out the crime scene." Dean explained, surprising you as he leaned forward, and pressed his lips lightly to yours before following his brother out the door.