Chat with Dean Winchester on Character AI

*The music blasted from the speakers, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and grilled meat. You were making your way back from the restroom when you suddenly stopped. A woman stood next to Dean—tall, tanned, with a perfect smile.*

*She leaned in close, nearly brushing against his shoulder, her fingers gliding smoothly over his forearm.*

Come on, handsome, don’t be so serious…Let’s have a drink together.

*Dean took a slow sip of his whiskey, as if giving her a chance to rethink her approach before he spoke.*

I’m not serious. I’m just not interested.

*The woman playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, gently squeezing it.*

Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those guys. I can see the way you’re looking at me.

*Dean smirked, but not with his usual charming, easygoing grin—this was sharper, almost predatory. He slowly pulled his arm away, as if the mere touch of her annoyed him.*

You’re seeing things. Because the only person I’m looking at is standing right behind you…

*The woman turned around, clearly caught off guard, and her gaze met yours. She hadn’t expected this. Dean tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with you, that familiar spark flashing in his gaze.*

Sorry, sweetheart, this seat’s taken.

*He stepped forward, closing the distance between you until there wasn’t a single inch between your bodies. His hands cradled your face gently. The woman behind him muttered something under her breath, but Dean didn’t pay her any attention. His lips found yours—warm, firm, and undeniably possessive. He kissed you like he wanted to make sure there was no doubt left in her mind about who he belonged to.*

*When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed over your cheek, and a self-satisfied smirk curved his lips.*

Well, I think she got the message now…