IT FELT LIKE A KISS (working title)

Concept: We know the brothers don’t have lasting romantic relationships. This is the story of what might happen if Dean tried.

Pairing: Dean x OFC (AU!Jessica Jones – different name, no superpowers)

Warnings (eventually): Angst, Rough and Violent Sex, Alcoholism, Mental Illness, Substance Abuse, Established Relationship, Canon Elements

~~~TEASER~~~

“Can I help you?”

She’s annoyed, he can tell, and he wasn’t even really laying it on as thick as he normally does. He was just looking, but that ass of hers had him looking longer than was acceptable, he guesses. Plus, he’s fucking tired from that last fight and his reflexes are slow.

Dean shakes his head, slow and lazy, stealing one last look at the curve of her hip in her jeans. “Sorry, just-”

“Yeah,” she says with an eye roll and a heavy sigh, interrupting his poor attempt at an apology.

What’s he apologizing for, really?

Dean scoffs. “Never mind then,” he says under his breath, sips his coffee, looks at his watch and wonders where the fuck Sam is.

“Excuse me?” she says, tension making her voice tight, her teeth clenched.

And Dean finally looks at her – really looks – and she’s seething. He doesn’t know what she’s so angry about, but it feels personal – to him, it feels personal. She’s looking at him like she’s looking into him, like she’s reaching inside him, like she’s-

“I’m sorry,” Dean holds up his hands in genuine surrender. “I shouldn’t’ve stared, and I should’ve kept my apology.”

She glares at him, untrusting and disdainful; but she doesn’t look away. She stays put, smoldering, steel beauty. But she doesn’t speak either.

Dean can’t breathe for a few beats, or maybe he just forgets. She’s stunned him in his place.

“I’m Dean,” he says, hand outstretched, earning a sharp brow arch over dark eyes from the raven-haired woman in front of him. “What’s your name?” he asks, and she finally moves. He can finally breathe.

She squares her hips and looks down at Dean where he’s sat at the diner counter. He sits up a little straighter then. “Alyce,” she answers. “And I just want my pie and coffee in peace, Dean. ‘Kay?”

She turns her back to him with a smirk and Dean’s got a smirk of his own. “Pecan,” he says.

Alyce turns, a different kind of brow quirk – this one’s curious, amused. “How’d you guess?” she says, her voice not so much softer, but… easier.

“Oh, I didn’t guess,” he says, pulling his sticky fork between pursed wet lips. Alyce watches, her eyes suddenly darker. “I just know it’s the best one here. Been here all week.”

Her eyes flick to meet his and they hold each other silently.

“Hey, Alyce! Got your pie,” the young waitress calls as she sets a bag next to Alyce’s elbow. “Workin’ overnight again?”

Alyce doesn’t pull her eyes from Dean; she nods in answer to the girl’s question, though. “Yeah,” she says, licking her lips and letting her eyes roam over Dean’s form. He turns away from the counter, spreads his legs, let’s her get a better look. “Got another cheater.”

Dean tilts his head. “Cheater?” Then he notices the camera over Alyce’s shoulder.

“P.I.,” she says with a dismissive nod. “Thanks, Callie.” Alyce openly looks him up and down again before tucking her bag under her arm and scooping up her large coffee in her free hand.

“See ya ‘round, Tex,” she says, wry but, if Dean isn’t mistaken, playfully.

Dean is definitely not mistaken when he sees Alyce steal another look before she exits the diner.

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In the words of @glassjacket : “You can’t build a relationship on pie, but these two are gonna try anyway.”

Also, thanks GJ (AKA my Tyler Durden and soulmate) for the gorgeous graphic.

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