The bar was crowded tonight. The music was loud and people were drinking and laughing.

You were having a great time with Dean in the bar. He flirted with the bartender and other customers while you were busy dancing and drinking.

But this guy wouldn’t stop staring at you. You didn’t notice it at first, but when you did, you couldn’t help but feel immediately uncomfortable.

Sure it was usual for men to stare at you, you were attractive to draw attention. But this guy’s stare was something else. It was dark… filthy.

You glance around and luckily spot Dean talking to some chick.

“Hey, uh.. sorry..” You tug his sleeve slightly to pull him aside from his conversation.

“Cockblocker.” Dean sighs softly, but there’s no real annoyance behind his gaze. “What’s up?”

“There’s this guy.. he won’t stop staring at me..” You whisper to his ear as he leans closer to hear you.

“Who?” Dean furrows his brows, lifting his gaze up to check the room as his hand goes automatically on your arm.

“The guy in gray shirt..” You mumble while you keep your gaze on the floor and naturally step a bit closer to Dean.

“You wanna leave?” He asks asks, his eyes reaching for yours.