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Tiny Dancer

This is my first time writing SPN! Just a short blurb, not beta’d soz for that. A fluff piece, let me know what you think!

Her hips swayed with the beat, lost on the melody of a song pumping out of unseen speaker. Her hands floated around her in an almost mystical fashion, moving from her hair to her waist then above her head. Her hair fell over her face, hiding mischievous eyes until she tossed it back with a flip of the head, timed with a guitar riff. She smiled, teeth flashing and then a laugh bubbled from her, coming from deep in her soul. It was a magical sound, enticing to the ear and attracting you like a magnet with an irresistible pull. It drew in everyone around her, eyes once fixed on a beer or friend now focused on her and only her. Conversations slowly died out all around the bar, the transfixing woman on the dance floor was much more interesting. She was the only one there, dancing to a song she had picked and seemed to not have a care in the world who watched. This wouldn’t have been remarkable in any other bar in the world, a woman dancing to a song and enjoying it. But, this wasn’t any bar. It certainly wasn’t the type of bar anyone danced in. This was a bar for drinking, solemn conversations, and silent introspection. To say that this was different would be an understatement.

She didn’t care though, not in the least. She could feel their eyes on her, unsure of what to make of her. And she kept dancing, spinning on one heel and swinging her hips for momentum, bringing her other foot down and rolling her shoulders in time with her torso. One hand slipped into her hair, pushing it back off her shoulder and out of her face again, then down her chest and stomach. It slipped behind her only to be flung back up with the other, her head whipping back and forth to the music, feet walking her in a wild circle. The song comes to a close and her hands fly out to her sides, head rolling back and hair falling off her shoulders as her dancing ends. Her chest is heaving and the smile on her face has only grown wider. She laughs now, loudly and feels exhilarated.

He watched her dance by herself, eyes gliding over her body and the way it moved. It was hard to resist watching her at first. He had tried to, honestly. The conversation with his brother was an important one and he knew that. He really did, and he had tried to stay focused but then she laughed and he was hooked. His eyes strayed from his brother and landed on her, taking in every inch of skin. She was magnificent to look at and he was dumbstruck as to why she was here in the first place. It wasn’t normal for him to feel this way watching a woman, completely enraptured. He watches as her body rolls, the shirt she wears riding up just a bit above her jeans and he feels as if he’d drank a fifth of whiskey. His head tilts to the left a bit, craning for a better look at her as he hears the song come to a close. Before he could even register what he was doing, he’s on his feet and moving to the jukebox. Hand fishing in his pocket then his jacket, he slips out a wallet and removes his credit card, fingers hovering over the screen to select his songs.

She plucked her drink off the table, taking a long swig of it and sighs, massaging the back of her neck with one hand. She looks around the bar, eyes falling on the tall man standing in front of the jukebox. She picks her way over to him, ignoring the men watching and stands beside him. She hums in approval as he pauses on a song and he tilts his head toward her, a smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth.

“That one?” his voice is commanding and tantalizing all at once.

She grazes her teeth over her bottom lip, looking him in the eye. Her tongue darts over her bottom lip, wetting it and then takes a sip of her drink before nodding. The edge of the glass rests against her lips, his hand rests on the side of the machine and they stare at each other for a moment. His brow slowly raises and she matches it with her own, hip cocking out to the side. He leans against the jukebox and crosses his arms over his chest, her free hand rests on her hip as they have a silent conversation. After a few minutes of standing like this she shrugs her shoulders then turns on her heel and walks to the bar. He watches her go, eyes roving her frame and settling on her hips as his mind runs wild. He smirks then shakes his head to banish the thoughts and turns back to the screen. She looks over her shoulder at him, studying his form and again sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. The bartender places a new drink in front of her as the song she wanted comes over the speakers. A new smile graces her lips and she requests another drink, taking a sip of her own.

He sits back at the table with his brother, looking over at him with a dopey grin. His brother looks at him with mild annoyance and disbelief, a scoff coming from him.

“Dude what? She’s hot.”

“Sh-”

His brother is cut off by a glass being placed between them, elegant fingers sliding the glass toward him. He follows the hand to the arm and further until he reaches her face. Eyes, shining with amusement, a nose cute and elegant with plush lips and a smile that reaches those eyes that have him spinning. He chokes on his words then coughs and she giggles at him.

“Thank you for the song” she taps the rim of the glass and raises her own, turning to leave.

He catches her wrist, the feeling of touching her is electric and she pauses, head moving to look back at him. He stands and she pivots back to him, slowly removing her wrist from his grip and her brow is arched expectantly.

“I’m Dean” he holds his hand out for her to shake.

She takes it, gripping it firmly and he smiles at her. A wide smile, toothy and boyish. A blush tinges her cheeks and feeling of his skin on hers sends a buzz through her.

“Y/n.”

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