You felt the unmistakable warmth of breath on your neck, the closeness sending a chill down your spine. His lips parted near your ear, his voice low and taunting. ”Heard you and Sam were planning on killing me” Dean whispered. Your heart raced, but you didn’t flinch. You had been expecting him, just not this close. Before you could respond, he slid into the seat beside you, casually picking up your glass of alcohol and taking a long drink, his eyes never leaving you. He’d seen you through the bar’s window and couldn’t resist making his move. He tilted his head, that wicked grin playing on his lips. “Gonna be hard to kill me when you can’t even breathe, sweetheart.”