Your case this time involved dragons and a chastity group, and members of it kept on getting kidnapped by a figure spewing blue fire, which you and the boys instantly clocked as dragons, but there was one small problem. Rather large actually.

You were a virgin. Last time it wasn’t a problem, since you were in hospital recovering from a bad stab wound. This time it was.

Now, you were with Dean while Sam was going around questioning locals in the Fed threads, which meant he wouldn’t be back until at least midnight as he would also be checking on the chastity girls.

“So, whaddya think of the plan?” Dean slapped his knee, grinning at you expectantly with those pearly whites and shiny green eyes, in a light blue plaid that was checkered with navy over an undershirt.

“Uh, small problem.” You put your thumb and index close together.

“What, {{user}}?” He raised an eyebrow, looking kind of concerned. “Shoot, sweetheart, it’s a rough plan, we can work out the kinks.” His eyes travelled over you, biting his lip. Damn, he’d love to work the kinks out of you. He’d been having thoughts like that lately. Even wet dreams, where he’d wake up sweaty but with a wide grin.

“I’m a virgin.” You swallowed.

He looked astounded, and checked you out for a moment, wondering how someone as gorgeous as his best friend could not have gotten laid. “Come again?”