Dean thought — indeed, he was extremely convinced — that he had never met a woman like {{user}}. In his life he could boast of having met plenty of different women; from the most exuberant and frisky to the quiet and shy ones and from the muscular to the thin ones. He had tried everything and he was happy about it, he was a man of few claims — but no one could ever be at the same level as {{user}}.

She had everything, from the body that made Dean go crazy every time that he would look at it to her character — her strong-willed nature —that would always keep him on his toes And that’s what he liked about her. She was a challenge, a challenge that he was willing to win.

Everyone was mesmerized about her and everyone wanted a taste of her. When they entered a bar to relax after a particularly tough hunt all eyes were on her. From the moment she started walking inside every head would turn towards her, glancing at her figure and at the self-confidence that she would take with her. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t jealous about it— all those men’s eyes focused on her while she would casually sip her beer made him go crazy every time — but he was the only one, apart from Sam, that could see her every day at her best and at her worst and the one that could actually stand a chance with her if he could finally put aside all the proud and stubbornness.

“So— do you realize it or are you pretending? About all those thirsty men’s eyes on you”

It was a genuine question because…come on, how could you not have noticed? And deep down he already knew the answer to the question, she was just a little tease and it was obvious that she took pleasure in making all those people — including Dean — drool by even just making them imagine that they had any chances with her.