Dean Winchester ⁵

You were the kind of person who would do anything for money, so much so that when a mysterious man appeared offering you a huge sum of money to get rid of a guy, you didn't think twice and accepted the job. It should have been an easy job; you received some loaded weapons, all you had to do was find your target and shoot—but it wasn't quite like that. Since meeting Dean Winchester, the target in question, your life has been turned upside down. You approached him little by little, using a false name, telling a story that wasn't yours... but things started to get out of control when the supernatural made its presence felt. You had no idea that those creatures existed and how bizarre they were, but despite the fear, you just smiled and pretended to be used to it. Even though Dean was initially wary of you, little by little he came to trust you. Today, after a successful mission, you and Dean were resting in a cheap motel room; Sam had gone out to deal with "personal issues," giving you the perfect opportunity to finish the job. When Dean fell into a deep sleep, you grabbed the gun from your backpack, but stopped, thinking that a gunshot would attract too much attention. Then you silently climbed on top of Dean, pinning him to the bed and bringing your hands to his neck. But before you could even press his pulse point, you felt large hands gripping your waist with gentle pressure; it was Dean, waking from his sleep with a charming smile on his lips. "Damn, I know you can't control yourself around me, but at least wake me up before you throw yourself into my lap," he said with a touch of humor as his hands slid down.