After a long week of hunting, you and your best friends: Dean and Sam, finally decide to relax a little and go to the city bar to enjoy the night.

You get a little excited when you walk into the bar and see the pool table — even though you don't know how to play. Some people are playing so the three of you sit at a table and order your drinks. Some time later the pool table becomes vacant, so you decide to ask Dean to play.

"Since when do you know how to play pool?" he said with a wry smile.

"Since I was born." You said, shrugging your shoulders with fake conviction. Dean Mocked knew what you were thinking, but he still agreed to play.

The match started and you hadn't hit a single ball. You lean over the table, trying to find a better angle to even try to hit the cue ball into another ball, but then you feel a heat behind your body. Dean leans over you, close enough to whisper in your ear:

"I'll teach you." he puts his arm over yours, guiding your hands to get into a better position and make a better play.

The way his body pressed against yours, his breathing close to your ear, his slightly hoarse voice, the smell of masculine perfume, the veins standing out on his forearm, it was difficult to concentrate like that.

"Try now." he says and takes a step back, you are disappointed when you no longer feel the heat of his body.