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Bathroom Confessions

Prompt: “I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back.” Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC!Female Hunter (Olive O'Hara) Warnings: Nothing major, alcohol, sex mentioned, flirty fluff A/N: Hey y'all This is my first fic in a while, so please be kind! This is a one shot featuring my oc, Olive O'Hara. I have plans to make a series with her. So if you like this, be on the look out for that!

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The Impala buzzes with excitement as the three of us make our way to the bar Dean had spied up the road. I tug nervously at my dark wash denim skirt that is just a tad too short. It has been too long since I’ve gotten any, if you catch my drift, and I am out to play tonight. The hunt had gone way better than anyone, Sam especially, thought would go. So, when the older Winchester nearly demanded that we all go out for a celebratory drink, I said yes when I normally would say no. It’s painful to watch Dean flirt with any random girl and take her home.

My crush on Dean, I always thought, had always been hidden until one night, a very drunk Sam proclaimed that it was very evident to him. So, after that I decided to stop putting myself in a situation for jealousy and giving my crush away to the Winchester that shouldn’t ever under any circumstances know. As cliche as it sounds, his friendship means way more to me than any stupid crush.

But tonight, I am going to take a huge step in getting over someone… by getting under someone else. Some townie at the bar would have to do to give me the spark to give others a try. “And here we are! Some random bar! But, who gives a shit as long as they have booze!” Dean cheers from the driver’s seat as he puts the Impala in park in front of said random bar.

We all climb out of the car and I catch Dean eyeing me up as I straighten out my skirt. “You dressed up tonight. Lookin’ good.” He winks seductively then offers his arm playfully. My stomach flutters but I take it as I know that’s how he is. He playfully flirts with most people. Really Sam is the only one who’s safe.

“Well, maybe y’all will be a man short going back to the motel tonight. If I’m lucky.” I say with some faux confidence in my voice.

“You really gonna go home with some rando?” Dean says, stopping us short. Is that jealousy I hear?

“C’mon, you do it. And plus, I’m not your average girl. Remember? I haven’t been a civilian since I was 18.” I look up at his face and see it semi-relax, but he still doesn’t seem happy. He drops the conversation and leads us into the bar. His energy shifts and smirks down at me.

“Who wants a drink!” He says and gets Sam and my drink orders and goes off to the bar.

“Look, an open pool table. Wanna play?” Sam asks me with a smile. He knows I know he can beat me any day of the week, but he loves to torture me. And me being the friend I am, I oblige with a wave of my arm ushering him to lead the way. He racks us up as Dean came back with their beers and my vodka Red Bull.

“Here’s your girly drink.” He says with a smirk as he hands me the drink. I take it and chug at least half in one swig. “Better slow down! I ain’t holding back your hair if you get sick. You’ll have to get your rando to do that.” I roll my eyes and then place my drink on the high top table we had claimed. I pick up my cue and saunter over to the pool table.

“Ladies first.” Sam proclaims as he removes the rack from the table. I set my shot up and break the balls evenly throughout the table. I even sink one.

“Solids.” I call, proud I have a chance to out run Sam’s impeccable game.

“Finally getting good!” Dean cheers from the sidelines. I roll my eyes and line up my next shot. It just so happens to be in front of Dean and I have to lean over a bit. I flip my way too long hair out of my face. I need to cut it but every time I think about it I get upset. So, I like to let it grow as much as I can. “Liking this view, sweetheart.” I hear Dean say and I’m thrown off my game. I miss the shot terribly, and hear Sam’s roar of laughter.

“Guess it’s my go!” He cheers as he sets down his beer and surveys the table. I head back to the table and chug the rest of my drink.

“Want me to help you with your next shot?” Dean quips flirtatiously. I smirk before replying.

“Only if you buy me another drink.”

Many, many rounds later, I am drunker than I have ever been in my life. Dean and I have been playing this back and forth that has completely distracted me from my goal of getting over him. As I finish another drink, the room begins to spin. “Maybe let that be your last one, sweetheart.” Dean says as he catches me sliding off the edge of the bar stool.

“M-you’re probably right.” I say slurring my words. I grab his shirt to try to stabilize myself and look up at him as the world fades around me.

-Dean’s POV-

Olive has been killing me all night. The way she’s dressed, the way she’s carrying herself, the way she’s just existing. It makes it hard for me to not get sucked in and try to avoid all feelings for my fellow hunter. When I saw her down her first drink I knew she was in for a night. She never holds her liquor well and usually once she starts drinking, she turns into a fish. So, how could I let this woman that I cared for get shitfaced and go home with some rando to do god knows what? So, I glued myself to her hip.

Olive starts slipping from her bar stool and I instinctively catch her and slide her back on. “Maybe let that one be the last one, sweetheart.” She mumbles something I can’t quite hear in return and grabs a hold of me. She looks up at me and I see her glassy brown eyes try their best to focus. “Oh, you’re trashed.” I joke as I feel a genuine smile appear on my face. She mumbles again. “What’s that?”

“Dean, I don’t feel good…” Her voice is small and almost embarrassed.

“Okay! Bathroom!” I say without a second thought, scooping her into my arms and carrying her to the single bathroom. We’re barely in the room when she rushes to the toilet and pukes up all the vodka she’d been drinking. I follow her and sweep her long ebony hair out of the way. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” I shush as I rub circles into her back with my free hand. She starts to relax and come back to reality.

“I’m sorry…” She whispers as she sits back a little, wiping her mouth.

“Don’t start with the I’m sorrys. Once you start, you don’t stop, Drunk Oli.” She looks up at me with her beautiful eyes.

“I love you, Dean. Like. Love you love you.”

“I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back.” I say as I sweep a few stray hairs away from her face. She whines drunkenly.

“You don’t understaaaand.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me in the morning.” I laugh and help her to stand. “Let’s get you back to the motel.”

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