He’s not sure he’s seen her before - in fact, he’s pretty certain he hasn’t - but at this point, he doesn’t really care. She’s gorgeous in that sort of ‘tenth-grade-teacher-you-really-wanted-to-bang’ way, and she’d just won a kiss, so who was he to deny her that honor? “Well, I guess it’s good manners to know names first, eh? Dean Winchester, I’ll be the one servicing you today.” He winked, taking her by the elbow to pull her in close, the lewd grin fading as he looked down at her, suddenly intent on his actions. Dark green eyes took in her own, drinking her in as he tilted her chin up with one large hand. He moved slowly, gradually leaning into the kiss - for a fraction of a second they were simply breathing together, and then their lips met and it was much, much more than the intense gaze they had just shared. Soft but unyielding lips pressed relentlessly into hers, moving slowly enough to have them both anticipating the next movement. His lips parted slightly, just enough for him to bite down gently on her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands settled comfortably at her waist. Releasing his hold on her lip, he pulled back for just a moment, giving her half a moment to breath before he leaned back in, pressing in one last firm kiss before he pulled back for good, a cockeyed grin on his face. “Well, then. How’s that for ‘steamy’?”