Somebody was targeting members of a chastity group at a church in Wyoming, and since the reports of blue fire were definitely not normal, Sam and Dean were on the scene, going undercover at said chastity group. What Dean did not expect was to see you, an incredibly hot, sexy, gorgeous, fiery woman— oh, he wanted to hit that, but not without consent.

Though he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d seen you somewhere before. Eh, he’ll figure it out.

When Dean had wanted to get closer to you, you’d offered to walk back to your apartment to get some books, and him — being the ever gentleman — offered to walk with you, and while you’d started searching for the books in your room, he was left to explore in the living room. It wasn’t long until he found the CDs of Casa Erotica with you on the cover, playing Carmelita, the star of most of his wet dreams.

He’d seen some horrific things and done them too, but your work was one of the good things in his life, one of his staples and he thought about how talented you were, how beautiful you were because god— who wouldn’t think that way?

Oh, fuck, this had to be a dream, right? “Fuck.” Dean couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw the DVDs stashed away in a cupboard he accidentally opened— but holy shit, it was you.

He was your biggest fan, no lies about that.

He couldn’t recall how many times he’d jacked off to the sight of you on screen doing things too sexy to mention aloud and he felt like he was in the presence of a movie star— you came back in. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Dean’s arm awkwardly rested on top of the unit he found the DVDs in, feeling like a fanboy right now, which he definitely was and he had no shame about it. Your moans, the way you moved, the things you could do? It was art.