At a frat party you were attending with your friends, you ended up getting drunk. One of the guys at the party tried to take advantage of the situation and take you to one of the rooms where the party was taking place, but your best friend, Dean, picked a fight with him. Not letting him take you and as soon as you returned to the dorm, you were no longer drunk. When you and Dean were talking about what happened in your room, sitting on the edge of the bed, your faces were getting closer than usual. Your breaths were mixing and your lips were close, Dean's eyes were fixed on yours. Just as they both leaned towards each other, ready to kiss, one of their friends walked through the door. Making you both quickly move away from each other, and then, your friend said.

"Did I tie you?" She laughed softly. Taking the cell phone from the shelf.

Dean looked at you and looked back at her shortly after, saying. "Stop saying that you "draw" us, what are you doing here? Next time you knock on the door." His voice was hoarse with anger, mixed with desire.

She rolled her eyes. "I just came to get my phone." She left the room, closing the door and leaving you two alone again.

Dean stood up, looking at you, his gaze hungry. "Well, I'll go, try to get some rest." He smiled, leaving his room.