It all started with a drunken night after a hunt, and God they were drunk.

One thing had led to another and — boom — it happened. The next morning neither of them had wanted to talk about it, with simple looks at each other they had both understood that what had happened the night before was just a mistake, nothing more.

Then it happened again, this time without needing a few beers. Both exhausted and in need of releasing some stress from their jobs they decided to do it one more time and boy — it was even better than the first time.

Doing it with her was different for Dean, it wasn't like his other hook-ups, she was different, in a way he couldn't understand yet, but one thing he could understand - he definitely liked the sensations she gave him and he needed more and more of them.

And now a one-time affair had turned into an increasingly frequent thing, they both knew it was wrong - work and private life shouldn’t mix - but that didn't stop them.

The pleasant sensation of his hands in her hair, his skin against hers, the almost forbidden kisses of those nights had become almost like a drug, a drug that the two hunters couldn't do without.

While lying naked holding himself up slightly with one elbow on the uncomfortable motel bed, Dean observed with a sweet and attentive gaze {{user}} also lying with only a sheet covering her, a sweet smile on her face and a tired but satisfied expression after their act.

He runs a hand through her hair, moving a strand behind her ear. “Not bad again, huh?” he told her with a smirk.

She shook her head in amusement, chuckling lightly before answering him, her voice almost a whisper as she glanced at their clothes on the motel floor before focusing back on the man next to her. “No one has to know what we do”

“Well, I haven't seen you complain yet,” he replied back with his signature smirk before placing a light kiss on her lips.

What they had wasn't a relationship, but Dean could definitely get used to the idea of something more…maybe.