A/N: Hey everyone, it’s savvy!dean here bringing you just a little something to get you through the week.
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It was the same thing every evening. You’d lock up the store, grab your jacket, and tell Dean goodbye. He’d send you a wave from underneath whatever car he was working on and you’d head home, wishing you had the courage to say more. To do more.
But tonight your boss had you work late to restock air fresheners. Ridiculous. You could have waited until tomorrow but he was in a bad mood and wanted it done tonight.
When the last one was finally in place, you stood, stretched, and walked to the garage. A classic rock song played softly on the radio. You spotted Dean’s boots sticking out from under the car.
“Hey,” you said, taking a step closer.
His body jerked. You heard a loud thud and then a muffled curse.
Stifling laughter, you watched as he rolled out from under the car. But when he sat up, a smudge of grease on his cheek, your throat dried.
“I didn’t know you were still here,” Dean said, rubbing his head. “Gary made you stay late?”
“Of course. Those air fresheners aren’t going to stock themselves.”
He rolled his eyes and stood. At his full height, he towered over you. That was one of the first things you’d noticed about Dean three months ago when he’d shown up in the shop out of nowhere and asked for a job. You didn’t know where he came from, only that there was an instant moment of attraction the second you saw him--and he’d been avoiding you ever since.
“So…” You shifted awkwardly from one foot to the next, trying not to stare at the veins in his forearms when he wiped his hands on a rag from his pocket. “I’m going to head out.”
“You can’t,” he said immediately.
You blinked. “What?”
“I mean, it’s dark out. You shouldn’t go alone.” He walked to the desk next to you to grab another rag. “I can walk you to your car.”
Warmth filled your stomach. You opened your mouth automatically to decline even though you wanted to be near him as long as possible. But then he looked up and his eyes locked on yours. His strong hands stilled on the rag.
“I want you to be safe,” he said.
“I...I usually walk home. It’s only a few blocks.”
He shook his head. “It’s dangerous.”
“I do it almost everyday.”
“In the light. But at night…” He glanced away but I didn’t miss the haunted look in his eyes. “It’s dangerous.”
“Dean,” you whispered. “What happened to you?”
His jaw clenched. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He looked back at you, determination on his face. “Like I said, it’s dangerous. If you got hurt…”
Your heart clutched. What was he saying? Did this mean he actually cared?
“Dean,” you start, breathless.
His eyes captured your again and he moved another step closer, making your heart race. “Listen, I know I’ve been keeping my distance, Y/N. That doesn’t mean I don’t see you.”
“I see you, too.”
A muscle worked in his jaw. Like he was fighting a losing battle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, like I said. And you…”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me. At least not right now. But don’t...don’t shut me out forever.”
He swallowed and took another step so that the toes of his boots were touching the tips of your sneakers.
“Y/N,” Dean whispered.
Your heart beat wildly against your chest, dying for him to make the first move.
“Dammit,” he said, tossing the rag on the desk. And then he yanked you into his arms.
His mouth captured yours in one swoop while your mind blurred with shock and desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, making a low moan of pleasure in your throat. Dean pressed you back against the wall, holding you captive while he slid his tongue along your bottom lip.
“You keep getting under my skin,” he said, breath warm on your lips.
Your knees almost buckled at the feel of it. “You’ve been under my skin since the first day you walked in here.”
His eyes clouded with memories. “I don’t want to think about that. Any of it.”
You reached up to brush your fingers on his cheek, and his eyes shut briefly in response. “You don’t have to. Not right now.”
“I want to get out of here. Get a drink. Eat. Spend time with you.”
Your heart leaped with happiness. Yes. Yes. That was exactly what you wanted. What you’d been waiting for.
“Then let’s get out of here,” you said, well aware he wasn’t moving an inch. His body still pinned yours to the wall.
He leaned in, forehead resting against yours just briefly. “Thanks for understanding.”
“You’re welcome.”
Then he pulled back, took your hand and guided you to the front door. He grabbed your jacket to help you put it on and then took your hand again to lead you outside.
“Stay close,” he murmured, his shoulder brushing yours.
You nodded. You wouldn’t have it any other way.