Dean leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you. "I assume your lust" You met his eyes with a smirk. "Baby, l'm whatever you want me to be." Before you could react, Dean's hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you toward him with a rough force. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss deep and intense. Your hands found in his chest as you melted into the kiss, the taste of him intoxicating. But just as quickly as it began, Dean's grip tightened in your hair. He broke the kiss, his expression shifting from seductive to serious. Without warning, he yanked your head back, forcing you to stumble toward the tub of holy water that sat nearby. Before you comprehend what was happening, your face was submerged in the hot holy water. Dean held you there for a moment longer before pulling you out, you gasped for air and your face dripping of holy water as you struggled to regain your composure. Dean's eyes were locked on you "Next time you think about crossing me"